Her long, bronze, hair, draped across the cream, satin pillow, tickled the end of my nose. Her face was so peaceful as she slept, no wrinkles creased into her fair, pastel skin, no pain spread across her face. It was this look, at this very moment that always left me breathless. My hand lingered over the visible skin of her stomach, creating sparks as our bodies touched momentarily. This was always the case though. When we touched, which was quite often lately, the heat our bodies seemed to create would bubble inside of me, with no way of escaping, but this heat did not cause me any pain. This heat, which only she could create inside of me, was a feeling so passionate, yet so timid, that it left me wanting more. I always wanted more of her it seemed like nowadays, but was that such a bad thing to want, wanting more of something that was so good for you, that couldn't be bad.
I lifted my hand slowly, being careful not to wake her, and laid it next to her hair. I laid motionless for a while, listening closely to her heartbeat, her breathe. Without realizing what I was doing, my breathing slowly began to take pace with hers. It was like we were one, only for a brief moment, but long enough for me to enjoy. For once in my life we were equals. Something she would never notice, something no other being would ever come across. She, overall, would be more, do more, and see more, than I ever would in my entire existence. Her beauty, her wits, her laugh, her taste in everything would always triumph over me, but to me this meant that I was lucky, lucky enough to have her even exist in my life. To me, I was the luckiest man alive, if u could actually call me a man.
Her soft, round lips trembled, whispering something into the cold air of the night. My eyes stared intently at her face hoping to catch what I'm almost positive she just said. Again, her lips trembles lightly, and for the second time my name slipped from her lips. If I had been a man, not the hideous monster that I am, my heart would have stopped being that very instant. That was the first time she had ever spoken my name while asleep, which meant she was dreaming of me. Joy filled up inside of me, boiling to the top, and I'm sure if I had been a tea kettle, I would have spewed over with the excitement raging inside of me this very second. That very moment, a thousand different images filled my head, each one pushing and shoving waiting to be looked at. Her skin sparkling in the sunlight, her hair flowing in the wind, us making love, her holding our child in her arms.
All of this clouded my mind, over and over again these images flashed in my head until I was intoxicated with the thought of her. I think the right phrase would be love drunk. She was like a bottle of vintage wine and I was like a recovering alcoholic, I couldn't get enough. Her smell, her voice, her laugh, her smile, her eyes, she had me hooked and there was no way of escaping. I didn't want to escape. I could have stayed in this peaceful serenity forever. She is my life, my world, my reason for existing. She is my light.
This passage is somewhere in the future for Jacob and Renesme. The next chapter will be when Renesme is fifteen. I hope I'm not confusing you. Hope u like it. And don't be afraid to tell me how u feel about it. I want to know. Thx. ~~ LM