Meeting the house

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Jake's POV

I watched her as she slowly lifted her mug, and took a sip. She was so beautiful. So amazing. I could see the features that she had as a child, her eyes, the auburn color of her hair, but everything else changed so much. She has grown up. She was a woman. Her face was a beautiful heart shape form, her mouth was cherry red, and very kissable.

Wow. Did I just seriously think that? She is too young. It's too soon to think like that.

But I knew that thought was useless, when my eyes automatically wandered down to her cleavage, which was impressive even in a normal shirt. She had just the perfect curls. I sighed and looked away. This is a beautiful woman. Not a girl. My imprint.

- What are you smiling about? - she asked with curiosity. I didn't even realize I was smiling. It's been so long since I last smiled, one look at her, and I can't stop doing it.

- I am just really glad you are here. - I said honestly. She seemed confused by this. I need to get my shit together, she cannot know about the imprint yet. She went through so much, and she needs to meet her parents first.

- Why ?

- A lot of people were heartbroken when you disappeared. I was supposed to take care of you and... - I took a deep breath. No. I can't talk about that day without revealing too much emotion. She will definitely know then. I looked into her eyes. She was studying me with a curious look, then she shook her head and let out a big exhale.

- I can't stay long. I was supposed to be on the road this morning.

- Where are you heading? - I heard the panic in my own voice. She can't just disappear again. I just got her back.

- Well, I am on a holiday... or a healing journey. Not sure what to call it. - she laughed awkwardly. - I took two months off from my jobs because I needed to be alone, and to heal from a few... stuff. So I was just traveling and camping in the country, spending two or three days at one place, and then moving to the next one. I have one more week before I need to be at home in New Mexico. - she clearly didn't want to go deeper with this topic.

I took a moment to study her. She went through so much, even though she told me a lot of things I know it's just the surface. For example what she needs to get through, why she need this... healing journey, or whatever. I am afraid to ask more right now, she is already overwhelmed. But I need to grab my chance and convince her to spend this week here in La Push with me. Maybe her memories will come back if she gets to know me and the place better.

- Listen, if you still have a week, why don't you spend it here? I could take you to your old house, where you were born. Tell you more stories. Maybe introduce you to a few people you knew as a child? We can also call your parents. They are good people. I mean... vampires. Trust me, I hate vampires too and if they would be any danger to you I would never recommend it. - she was quiet and kept studying me.

- You really want to leave without answers or memories about your family?

- Blood doesn't make a family. - she sounded so much older now. - Dedication, love, understanding, connection... all those things do. These vampires you talk about... they are not my family. I don't remember them at all, and to be honest I am still not entirely sure I believe you about them. My family is in New Mexico.

Okay, so maybe mentioning the Cullens as her family wasn't the best idea.

- Fine, I am sorry. I get that. But... are you not curious at all where you come from? - I saw the sparkle in her eyes, and it took all my strength not to grin at her. I had her, she was curious, she can't just let this go and move forward.

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