Jacob's Imprint NOT NESSIE!
Jacob sneaks into his imprints room at night.
Go Stephenie!
I watched her sleep while balancing my weight on a thick branch just outside her window. It became apparent to me almost instantly, that she was not having the nicest of dreams. Every so often she would whimper and change the position in which she slept.
She didn't talk in her sleep the way Bella used to. This frustrated me. I truly had no idea what was giving her such horrific nightmares. What images were her precious mind conjuring.
Finally after about an hour I couldn't take it anymore. I had to be nearer to her. Feel her, smell her. Sure, I could smell her scent from here but I wanted it to be stronger.
Her window was open. It was a struggle given my large size and everything but I managed to get in none the less.
I smiled. Her scent was everywhere. It hung in the air, on every surface, in every corner.
She whimpered again, the sound distracted me from my previous thoughts.
She kicked the covers off herself and shivered.
She was cold and I could see why. Earlier I had heard her having a conversation with her mother about how she had to get some winter Pyjamas. The trousers she currently had on now were fast approaching her knees and her top was too tight under her armpits. She still none the less looked incredible.
She shivered again, rolled to the sides and bought her knees up to her chest.
I smiled at that and suddenly had an instant urge to get into her bed, wrap my arms around her, in the hopes of keeping her warm.
I knew it was stupid but I Jacob Black tend to act before my brain can properly analyse the situation. I walked over to her bed, picked her covers up from the floor and drew them over her again. I tucked it in around her and then went to lie down next to her. Using the quilt as a boundary between us I only put one arm around her not wanting her to overheat.