Jacob's POV

It was hard to believe for me. She was here with me, in my bed. She didn't mind that I had pulled her closer to me, she snuggled against me. Saying I was warm. I didn't mind wrapping my arm around her, she didn't mind my hand there either.

I didn't get much sleep. She was a light sleeper. Every time there was a gust of wind, it would shift through the crack in the glass window and move the blinds. She would jump slightly, occasionally she glanced at me, and then went back to sleep. She woke at least 9 times in the 12 hours she was sleeping.

And when she woke up, she was still tired. Her black hair was in a slight mess. She looked gaunt and it worried me. In the bright sunlight, and her black shirt it was easy to see her figure. She had lost some weight to an unhealthy standard. Her arms still look like they had muscle. She starved herself, but kept working out. It was hard to see.

I stayed laying down and she sat up right and looked around the room, confusion painted on her face. She got up in an almost zombie like manner, there seemed to be little life in her. "Where is that stupid thing." she muttered fumbling around in my closet. She came out with the alarm clock looking at it, then setting it on the table. She didn't even acknowledge me when she walked out the door. Or when I asked her why my alarm clock was in the closet to begin with.

I followed her out the door, and she turned into the guest room. I blocked the doorway when she tried to leave. She attempted ducking under my arms, I pulled my elbows down. She went to crawl between my legs, I bent them slightly.

"What?" she yawned her clothes in her hand.

"What's up?"

"It's not polite to answer a question with another question. Now could you please move?"

"No." she groaned. "Just tell me what's going on."

"You're disturbing my morning routine! Out of my way now. I need a shower." she whined. "Now please."

"Okay, you may go your highness." I chuckled.

"Jerk." she mumbled slapping my shoulder on the way. I watched her head down the hall. She shut the door gently to the shower and immediately there was a run of water.

"I guess I should thank Jared." I said wondering outside.

"Leah?" I opened the door and she was just sitting there.

"Okay, there's a few things I want you to know. Because Sam told Emily, and Emily told me that you imprinted on her. I can't believe, I didn't see it. Of course it's not like anyone else expected it. Okay." she sighed calming down.

"Fennie is sensitive. I will know if you do something to her. I can read her like a book. She is in a depression. It runs in her family. Now don't mess with her, let her get settled."

"A little late for that." I chuckled. "I slept with her." I grinned, and immediately felt Leah's raging eyes on me. "What? Oh...No! Not like that!"

"Like what then?" her teeth were clenched her fists balled.

"We just slept in the same bed. That's all. She is in the shower now. I didn't want her on the sofa, she didn't want me on the sofa. And her bed sheets were getting washed, and yeah..."

"Whatever." she just shook her head. "Just don't hurt her!" I'd only seen Leah this protective with Seth. She shut the door on her way out. I had been completely set off what I was doing. What was I going to do? I shrugged and went to the kitchen to fix some cereal when I saw the glass still on the floor. Forgot again!

I fell to my knees and picked up every piece. I didn't want to turn on the vacuum, I didn't want her to think I just forgot. No, today wouldn't be like yesterday. I wouldn't forget her. I couldn't forget her, ever.