"Oh, Nessie..."

I heard the familiar voice disrupt the silence from behind me. I felt those familiar hands wrap around my waist. I silently hoped that my father wasn't within range to hear mine or Jake's thoughts just then, it was always embarrassing when he did. I tilted my head back to look into Jake's eyes, but then found his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and mentally appreciated every single bit of him; his scent, his body, his beauty, his lips. Everything. I wrapped my fingers in his hair, holding him close.

I was living a fairy tale, every aspect of the perfect romance. I had Jake, my Prince Charming who always greeted me with a kiss. He was handsome, protective, sweet, thoughtful...

I could go on about him in my thoughts forever.

"How was your day?" he whispered against my lips, holding one of my hands in his, pale on tan. My fingers glimmered like diamonds in the sunlight, but not nearly as bright as my family's.

I shrugged and giggled a little as I answered, "It was alright. Much better now, though." He smiled in return, kissing me again, but just a peck this time.

"Good to hear," said Jake. He had been away for most of the day with his old pack members back in Forks, Washington. He made the journey simply to see them, since he hadn't seen the majority of them since my family and I moved to Denali to be with our "cousins". He wanted me to go with him, but I decided that he needed some time alone with his friends and I needed some time to work on my own things.

There were a few moments of pure silence between us before I interrupted it. "I finished a painting today. It's framed on our bedroom wall."

He raised a brow. "Already?" he questioned, "but didn't you just start that one a day or so ago?"

I nodded. "But, today I didn't have anyone distracting me," I teased him.

He gave me an easy smirk and rested is forehead against mine. "Fine," Jacob replied, "I won't distract you anymore."

I looked into his beautiful brown eyes and gave him a poor-puppy look. "Don't ever do that."

That was the end of that conversation. I let Jacob's tender kisses take over me, let the pine trees around us provide a sanctuary. This small empty space in the middle of the pine forest was a place that the two of us shared, it was ours. I came here for inspiration for my paintings. Jake came hear oftentimes to clear his head. And the two of us came here together to find an escape from my parents and everyone else.

That night, Jake and I laid back in each other's arms, soon falling asleep under the light of the moon. I dreamed of him, and it felt like he was dreaming of me, too.

I didn't sleep very long before someone was shaking me. I grumbled, still half asleep when I heard a harsh whisper and the shaking went away. "Back off, blondie," Jacob's voice demanded. He was no longer lying beside me, he was talking to Rosalie, though it was more of a growling. The two had never gotten along very well. I would have interfered, but I didn't have the energy at that moment to come between them. I felt Jacob's arms around me, then, lifting me up. I didn't protest, I just let me him carry me back home.

The house we were living in belonged to the Denali vampires; Tanya, Kate, Garrett, Carmen, and Eleazar. The house was huge, but the only bed in the house was in the biggest upstairs bedroom, mine and Jacob's room. It was supposed to be just my room, but my father couldn't keep Jacob out forever, at least not while I had anything to say about it.

As Jacob entered the house, I could smell the presence of four vampires; my father, my mother, Kate, and Garrett. No one said anything, seeming to ignore the fact that we had even come in the door. Jacob walked up the stairs, into the bedroom, closing and locking the door.

He set me gently on the bed, removing my shoes for me. He then took off his sneakers and climbed in beside me. He let me cuddle up in his chest, nice and warm, as he always was. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "I'll see you in the morning, beautiful."