𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍, Jacob figured he could have a more in depth conversation with his girlfriend later on about what'd she done out on their date, but there was no reason to have that conversation in front of the others.
Once again it having no sign of forced blaming in his mind or eyes, he could only reach down and softly grab the muffin that was in Catherine's lap and taking a soft bite out of it as he pulled her closer.
Laying a soft kiss to the top of her head, not wanting her to have any guilty thoughts towards what they'd done despite his want to bring it up later on after he'd taken her home tonight.
Where'd no doubt stay over and test the strength of the acoustic noise control the room had.
"Figured it'd happen eventually," The teen softly compromised as he readjusted in his seat, taking a moment to softly catch Catherine's gaze before he finished. "you should hear what they think about you when we're on patrol?"
At his question and confession, Catherine couldn't help but taking a glance at the others standing around them, curious as to what they had been speaking about when she wasn't there.
That being said her questioning glance around, Paul couldn't help but catch her eyes almost immediately understanding the look she was giving them as who wouldn't be curious with Jacob's open question.
"Nothing bad," Paul answered her unspoken question, a smirk on his face as he tipped his head at a remembrance to the thoughts, they all had and could hear about their imprint. "more so, explicit."
The thoughts of which having been reciprocated by everyone but Embry, who before now had to silently put up with them unable to see Catherine in that way given, they weren't imprinter and imprintee yet.
More specifically the mention of those thoughts and their explicit nature, the admitting of which causing a soft blush to come over Catherine's face, before she glanced back at her lap.
No longer having her muffin to play with, since it had momentarily been stolen and currently chewed upon by Jacob, who'd previously often eaten her food before now.
"So, who's next," Embry spoke up from his seat on the recliner, attempting to hide his enthusiasm at the thought of getting a date with their imprint, despite having to go last for it. "for the dates, I mean."
