Blood Moon

Guilt

Jacob

I watch over the house for the next few days, while the other members of the pack stay home and train without me. I feel like this is my fault, so it's my duty to put in the time to fix it. I know Renesmée agrees with me. I should have listened to her from the start. Now it's my fault that dahlia's been hurt. How will I ever explain myself to Bella when she returns?

"Hey," Renesmée calls from behind me.

"Hey," I reply, casting a quick look over my right shoulder.

"There's some dinner waiting for you in the house."

"Not hungry," I lie.

"You haven't eaten for three days, Jacob. You need to eat something for God's sake!"

I roll my shoulders back and look up. "It's okay," I tell her. "You don't need to worry about me."

"Yes, I do," she protests, moving so that she stands in front of me, blocking my view of the house. "I care about you."

I shake my head. "This is my fault. I need to fix my mistake."

"Unless you went to medical school in the last ten years, you can't fix this. You have to wait until Carlisle fixes it."

She takes my hands, and interlocks her fingers between mine. She's slightly cold against my skin, and it's not because it's cold outside. I balance out her cold, though, my natural heat warming her fingers. She looks up at me, her large doe eyes trapping my gaze. I can't look away. She's perfect, beautiful and lovely, and everything I've ever wanted.

Her eyelashes flutter gently, and I sort of lean toward her, our heads only inches apart, as she turns her chin to look up at me. Her lips part slightly, and her warm breath gently caresses my face. It's... Intoxicating looking at her. Our faces inch closer, until our lips are touching, not quite kissing.

"Sorry," I murmur, my body refusing to move, "I'm making this hard."

"No, you're not," she says, and our lips crash into each other, her hands moving to the back of my neck, my hands trailing down to her back, pulling her closer to me. She sort of groans as I kiss her, and I trail my hands over her body, my hands slipping under her parka to touch her skin. It's warm, and soft, almost melting under my touch. She presses her body into me, her fingertips twisting into my hair, and it's the last straw for me. I scoop her up into my arms, and she squeals with delight, reaching for more of me.

I take off, running back down to the cabin, our kiss never breaking as I run. Somehow I keep her steady enough that she doesn't protest to the running, and I burst through the front door of my cabin with fiery abandon. She giggles as I put her down on the floor, and whips her shirt off, before fumbling with mine and giving up, ripping it to shreds instead. I dig my fingertips into her skin, and plant sloppy kisses along her collarbone, as she gasps. I tease her, biting and sucking on her skin so hard it bruises, as she guides us to the bedroom. Once we're inside, her hands fumble down to the buttons of my jeans, and she quickly undoes them, kicking them down my legs. My hands find their way down to her waist, sliding the soft material of her leggings down as far as I can reach before she kicks them off, too. I push her over, and she crashes onto the bed, the blankets and pillows flying up and crashing back down on top of her, as she giggles.

"I love you, Renesmée," I whisper, my voice sounding gruff and low.

She doesn't reply, but pulls my chin to her face, her lips crashing into mine again, her tongue dancing in my mouth.