"Don't go." His voice is soft. Palms shaking. Sniffling as he looked at you. He loved you. Since he was 15, he's loved you. "I've waited years, for you."

"Please, I- I cant sleep when you're gone." His shirtless form moved closer to you. "Sleep-sleep here. Tonight. Every night. I'll tell the pack you're mine, my mate, my girl." Jacob whimpers ever so softly.