"How old do you think I look?"

Jake was sitting quite close next to me on the couch, a movie playing on the small T.V., although I wasn't interested in it. I don't think he was paying much attention to it either as his eyes were already on my face, looking at me in adoration, like always.

He looked at me in a different way when I asked him, scrutinizing my details.

"Five-and-a-half."

"Jake." I slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"I don't know. It makes it hard because I know you're real age, but that isn't much help," Jake laughed. "Maybe fifteen or sixteen for the past few months. But tonight you look different."

I gave him a sly smile, what I hoped was sexy. "Really? Different in what way?"

"You look a bit older, might pass for eighteen. Are you wearing make-up?"

I had spent ages carefully applying make-up in the way Rose had taught me, hoping I would look older and more beautiful, all so Jake would finally think of me as a woman and not a girl. And it had worked. He said I looked eighteen.

"Yeah," I answered, flicking my hair. "Do you like it?"

"I like you without make-up."

My face fell and he realised his mistake. "I mean, I like you without make-up, but you look really good with make-up too."

I couldn't help but flash my biggest smile at him. "Really. You think I look beautiful?"

His fingers slowly traced down my face to my chin. "You look older tonight as well, but, Renesmee, you are always beautiful."

As his words praised and look caressed me, I felt a glowing feeling grow inside of me and tingles run through my entire body. There was nothing in the world which I wanted more than my Jacob, and if my instincts were correct he wanted me in the same way.

With the movie long-forgotten and gazes locked, my heart pumped fast as I leaned in towards him and felt his heart through his warm chest, beating in time with my own. My hands came up to cup his face, and I stroked his lips with my thumbs. All I could think of was Jake. His tanned face, those darks eyes, the untamed muscles, and his large, soft hand which rested on my hip. I wanted him and he wanted me, so what more was there to think about?

In half a second I closed the last few inches between us and our lips finally met. Passion exploded from within me and I lost the last reserves of self-control I owned. I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide through to his, pressing my whole body against him, aching with the need to be satisfied. He kissed me back hard, hands running through my golden curls and then down the sides of my body, creating ripples on my skin where he touched.

Then all of a sudden he froze; body rigid and unwilling. I tried to keep on kissing him but he pushed me away and leapt off the couch, standing at the other side of the small room. He ran his hands through his hair as a pained expression came to his face. I got the hint and stayed on the couch, crossing my legs and arms.

"Nessie…"

"What?"

His eyes flickered through the window to the main house, where my parents were. "We, err, shouldn't be doing this."

"Doing what? It was only kissing."

"Nessie, you know you're too young."

"Too young?" Outraged, I flew off the couch towards him. When I reached him he held me at arms length. "You said before I look eighteen!"

"Looking and being are two completely separate things," he spoke sternly.

"What, so I have to wait another ten years before I can even kiss a guy? Just because technically I'm a five year old when I'm really closer to eighteen? Didn't you stop aging when you were like sixteen, even though you look older than twenty?"

"That's completely different."

"But I'm aging quicker and you're not at all. That makes us even."

"No, it doesn't, Nessie. It doesn't work like that."

"So, you get to make up all the rules and I just have to follow them?" I threw at him, feeling irritated and the teensiest bit hurt. "Is that how it is?"

"Nessie, calm down."

"I thought you said you'd do anything for me."

"I did..."

"Don't you want me?"

I opened my eyes wide and bit my lip, trying to look vulnerable yet beautiful, assuming he wouldn't want to hurt me. He would wrap his arms around me and sooth me by saying, "of course I want you." That's how I imagined it. I did not imagine this.

He clenched his jaw and looked at me with a steely gaze. "No, at this moment I don't want you."

The Earth shifted and I immediately felt like the biggest idiot in the world. I stopped trying to get to him and slumped, deflated, and his arms dropped as well. I don't want you. Four little words. They were just four little words so how could they hurt this much? God, I think I might be sick.

"Nessie? Are you okay?" His hand reached out to hold me but I pushed him away and walked backwards till I came to the couch.

"Get out."

"Are you going to be okay?" Jake asked, coming towards me. I shoved his shoulder and he dropped back, not resisting.

"I'm fine," I hissed. "I'll go hunting."

"You don't want company?"

"I'll go hunting alone. Now get out!"

"Nes-"

"Out! Get out!"

He put his hands up in surrender and headed for the door. Before he went through he gave me one last wavering smile, but it was cut short as he had to duck his head to avoid a flying book. The book slammed into the wall as the door shut, and his footsteps faded away into the night.

My eyes stung and as I blinked the tears away I ran to my parent's wardrobe. Feeling rebellious I searched through the dresses until I found the one I knew was right for the occasion. Black. Tight. Revealing. Perfect.

In my room I changed and then moved onto make-up. I fixed the damage caused by the tears and proceeded to put on way too much eyeliner and lipstick. Too much was what I wanted, and I could have definitely passed for eighteen then.

The last thing I did before leaving the house was to grab a pair of my highest stilettos, and without leaving a note or even taking my mobile, I was gone into the night, having no idea and leaving no clue of my destination. I had told Jacob I would be hunting, but what type of hunting I hadn't specified. This type would require animals of an entirely different kind.