"Jacob Black, close that door. It's cold!" whines Bella, back turned to her husband.
"Bella Black," he says teasingly. "It's always open, and you have never complained in the five years we've lived and slept here."
"Well, it's cold. Close it."
"Why don't you come a little closer?" Bella knows him well enough to hear how badly he wants her close again, despite his teasing tone.
She wants to be closer too, to snuggle up in his warm chest, where he holds her close through the night. Usually she loves living near the beach, because the chilly breeze can't touch her when she's safely enveloped in Jacob's arms, like she is every night.
"No."
"Why not, Bells?"
"Because we're having a fight."
Jacob raises an eyebrow in the dark night. She doesn't see it, her back is still turned to her husband.
The moonlight illuminates his face as he softly speaks to his Bells, his tone teasing but his eyes sad. "That was like, two hours ago, Bells. I don't even remember what it was about!"
Bella snorts. She doesn't remember it either, but she does remember that she was angry, and she's too stubborn to let that go.
His face hardens. "Alright. Night, Bella."
He turns to the other side and faces the open door, the almost black, starry sky above the calm, rushing ocean and the quiet beach.
She faces the darker side of the room, the closed door who leads to the living room, the nightstand with Wuthering Heights laying on it.
She shivers. She misses his warm, long arms around her, his hands around hers and his hot breath tickling her ear every time he exhales.
He shivers. He misses her tiny body in his arms, her back against his chest, her hands in his and the feel of her steady heartbeat - the sound of it isn't enough.
As they both turn around with the speed of lightning, crushing themselves against each other's bodies, wrapping their arms around the waist of their loves, they realise they can't live without each other, neither can they sleep without each other in their arms.
Bella buries her face in his chest - My air, my sun.
Jacob buries his face in her hair - My love, my Bells.
