A new beginning

Time to say goodbye

Nessie's POV

It was dark outside, I was sitting on his lap in his truck His hands were everywhere. He slowly kissed my neck, my jaw, my mouth. It was hot and heavy, and I couldn't get enough of it. The only thought that occupied my mind was need. I need this man so badly. I pulled his shirt off, and I let out a small moan when I felt his strong, chiseled muscles under my hands. He was beautiful.

He was playing with the hem of my dress, and in the next moment he quickly pulled it up and through my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, and he sighed when he finally touched my skin.

- Jake... - I moaned.

And I woke up with a jolt. My breathing was still heavy. I looked around the half lighted room, and tried to calm myself. I was at the Cullen's house, and my sister was sleeping sound asleep next to me. I checked my phone, it was six in the morning. The light was still very dim, and it was raining again. I let out a sigh, and got up quietly. I wouldn't be able to sleep back. Luckily, my nightmares stopped, but I didn't anticipate having sex dreams instead of them. And definitely not with Jacob Black.

He is off-limits. He needs to stay a friend. For so many reasons... I can't let myself to fall for a wolf again, I would just end up in pain. And it's probably just hormones anyway... It's been awhile since I had sex. Yes, that must be it.

I keep telling myself these thoughts while I go downstairs. The living room is empty, and when I go into the kitchen Edward is already standing there, holding a steaming mug out for me. He doesn't say a word, and I am very grateful for it. I need to gather my thoughts and feelings, and it's already weird enough that he can read my mind. I don't need him to ask questions as well. I take the mug with a smile and head back to the living room. I choose a big window seat, and get comfortable with my coffee.

After babysitting the twins with Jake, I have spent the last two days with the Cullens. I knew that the week was soon over, and I couldn't stay longer than the weekend. I had so much work to do, and I already needed to split my time between L.A, Hermosillo and Valle del Lobo, which was not an easy task. I felt a little bad that I prefer Jake's company, so I tried to spend as much time with them as I could, and ignore my new feelings towards Jake.

No, no feelings for Jake. I am going to have to remind myself a lot of this.

I was watching the heavy rain, while thinking about the vampires in this house, and the things I have to do in the next few weeks. Carlisle had to head back to Washington yesterday, where they were currently living because of his job, and Esme went with him. They gave me their contact details, made me promise that I will call them sometimes and said their goodbyes with a hug. It was nice, and I didn't feel forced or uncomfortable at all.

Not like I still feel around my own mother. It felt like we had some kind of break through during our girls night, but our world-view is so different, and she is so visibly disturbed and sad that I am a grown up woman, that it makes me feel uncomfortable and anxious. Like I had to walk on eggshells around her. I catch Edward watching me with a kind smile from the kitchen door. I guess there is something good about being able to read other people's minds. You understand what they are going through, and you know what they want. Which for me, is some quiet time to gather my thoughts.

That is true. - his gentle voice still surprises me, and I almost spill the hot coffee on my chest. Okay, this answering my thoughts thing is still creepy, stop doing it. I am sorry. - he does not sound sorry at all. He walks up to me and sits in front of me. It's fascinating, you know. The way you think, the way you analyze things. - he says with a kind smile. It took me a week, but I learned to accept that he does have a kind smile, and I have nothing to fear when I am around him. My nightmares disappeared too. This thought makes him smile more, and I just shake my head. Yeah well, I am a psychologist and an artist. I am supposed to analyze things. Maybe. - he looks out the window. - But it also reminds me of myself.