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Across the miles
It's funny to me
How far you are but now
Near you seem to be
I could talk all night
Just to hear you breathe
I could spend my life
Just living this dream
You're all I'll ever need

You give me strength
You give me hope
You give me someone to love someone to hold
When I'm in your arms
I need you to know
I've never been
I've never been this close

With all the lovers
I used to know
I kept my distance I never let go
But in your arms I know I'm safe
'Cause I've never been held
And I've never been kissed in this way
You're all I'll ever need
You're all I'll ever need

Close enough to see it's true
Close enough to trust in you
Closer now than any words can say

And when, when I'm in your arms,
I need you to know I've never been
I've never been this close

You give me strength
You give me hope
You give me someone to love someone to hold
When I'm in your arms
I need you to know
I've never been
I've never been
I've never been
I've never been this close

Jacob POV

After Rose pushes me from the bedroom I make my way over to where the photograph sits, face down on the first step. Picking it up I sigh at the difference. Putting it in place I make sure it's in the right place before heading up the stairs. More photos of the family doing various activities accommodate the hallways. Reaching the top step I jog over to the first door on the floor. Edwards's room. I don't knock; he'll know it's me from my scent.

Cracking open the door slightly I see a room in darkness. Frowning I open the door fully, patting the wall for the light switch a small lamp comes on in the corner of the room before I find the main switch.

"You know, it's rude not to knock." Edward sits in on a black leather couch in the corner of the room. A cup of animal blood sits on the little table with the lamp; a book in his hand. His feet rest on the leather, crossed at the ankles. He's wearing the same clothes from the hunt, not an ounce cleaner. He must not have had time to take a shower, while I was talking to the others. Sighing he dog ears the corner of his book even though he could easily remember the page number. Human habits. The same breeze that was found coming through Roses French doors comes from his own open doors. Identical to hers

"Yeah, but their habits I can't afford to loose." He mumbles, setting the book on the table. I sit down on the bed after standing there in the door way like a lemon. I glance at the book he's reading 'Romeo and Juliet', the spine is broken many times; a tell tale sign of having been read many a time. I wonder how many other books he has.

"I don't own any, nobody in the house does. We all share them, saves buying the same book twice." Rising from his seat he does an unnecessary stretch, showing off part of his pale stomach. I find myself still staring even though his shirt has covered the skin up. How I want to run my fingers over that skin, kiss, lick, just about anything possible I want to do to that skin.

"Er…please don't shout your thoughts, especially when they contain me." He looks uncomfortable while fidgeting on the spot. When his teeth nibble his bottom lip unconsciously I have to fight to stay in the same spot, to not rush over to him and do…things. Edward shoots me a sharp glare at this, but I can't regret the images I thought of. He should know the full impact he has on me.

Edward raises an eye brow at my thoughts. Darting to a chest of draws, he pulls out a pair of sleep pants, clean underwear and a loose fitting top. Without a backward glance he walks through a partitioning door; it looks like a bathroom. When the door clicks closed curiosity gets the better of me. Creeping closer I thank the lack of squeaky floorboards. Where the door is attached to the hinges is a thin gap between wall and door. Thinking of a past pack meeting of no importance I move forward.

Pressing my right eye to the gap I have a look in. Granted this seems perverted, but why would he leave me in his room and go get a shower? I know something straight away, he likes his water hot, and I mean hot. Steam fills the bathroom, its already condensing on the shower walls forming droplets of water that trickle down the now steamy glass door.

I watch memorised as he pulls his shirt over his head, forgetting about the buttons. His shoulders are broad but not to the point of been insane with weights like Emmett probably was. No, their just nice. A faint V can be seen on his back running from his shoulder blades to the top of his jeans showing off the muscles in his torso area. Condensation trickles down his back slightly as he turns to face the door.

Edward glances down before undoing the zipper on his pants. Just my luck is that while he was taking his top off, the steam had risen effectively covering his bottom half. Not that I wanted to see down there without his permission….

More fabric drops to the floor followed by a heavier rustle signalling his jeans being dropped. Next follows an almost non existent sound as what can only be his underwear that lands on (what sounds like) the jeans. The rhythmic sound of the water from the shower falters as he steps in. New rhythms start as the water runs down his cool marble skin. Once again I can only see the top half of his body.

As he washes himself with the soap, I can only imagine my hands doing the same thing. A small sigh escapes me as I pull away from the door giving him the privacy he thought he had all a long. Sitting on the bed I am once again mesmerized by the silence of things. No creaking floor boards, no squeaky beds. It's like a ghost house. The water in the shower is turned off while I hear wet feet walk across the tiled floor. The tell tale sound of a towel brushing against skin, drying it.

Fabric is picked off the floor; a small rustle is heard as he puts the sleeping clothes on. Even though he doesn't sleep. The lock on the bathroom door is pulled back, opening the door he steps out. His hair wild from drying it with the towel. I start to shout my thoughts of the pack meeting to hide the quieter thoughts of what I witnessed. Edward shakes his head, picking up his book he settles back on the couch.

"So…." I say as an awkward silence envelopes us. When he looks up at me I get lost in his golden eyes. I think he does in mine too. Not that my eyes are as nice as his, they never will be, their just a mucky brown colour. Edward's lips part slightly when I lick my own dry ones. Slowly I advance on him. He doesn't move forward but at the same time he doesn't move away. Taking it as he's still undeceive I take matters into my own hands. I have a fear that if I don't then this will never get any where.

Quickening my pace I take baby step towards him, giving him time to move away if he needs to. Still our eyes do not move away from the others. When he blinks the light causes small shadows from his eyelashes to be thrown under his eyes. Edward's left hand moves slightly; his thumb brushing against the side of his palm nervously. Halting my approach I watch as he stays still, trying to calm his self.

After about ten seconds I start to move forward once again. Finally when I am about a meter away from him he starts to move forward. Not much but he moves forward. His breathing started steady but is now like mine; ragged, but in sync. Licking his lips he takes his biggest stride yet. Meeting him the middle I shiver as our chests meet. A glazed look comes to his eyes as they darken with desire.

"Guys Esme wa-" I snap my head to the side to see Alice standing in the door way. Edward blinks rapidly, shakes his head but when he sees how close we are he takes a few steps back.

"Er, I'll just leave you to...it" Sighing I shake me head. As the door click closed I all her back.

"Way to ruin the moment Alice" I joke with her getting a laugh from her. "Why didn't you see us like that in a vision?"

"Well, Edward looked dazed like someone had hit him real hard and of course I can't see you so I thought that maybe you had hurt him or something." I growl at her while Edward stands behind me chuckling softly. I ask her what Esme wanted and Alice says she wanted to know if I was hungry. Now that she brings it up, I'm famished. Its wonders what watching your imprint in the shower can do to your appetite.

Following her downstairs I close the door behind me, leaving Edward with his thoughts. As I make my way down the stairs Alice shows me where the kitchen is, where Esme is waiting. As I walk in I take in all the cook books that litter the island in the middle of the kitchen. Esme sits on the side near the sink.

"So, pick what you want out of one of the books and I'll make it." I smile at her while I flick through the books. "I purposely made Alice go get you; I could hear your ragged breathing. I want him to be with some one but I have a feeling you may be pushing him a little too much at the moment." Raising my head out of one of the books, I look at her like she's lost her head. Granted I did most of the advancing but he did some as well.

"I want him to be with you it's just that…if you push him too much and rush him it will all collapse." Shutting one cook book I move a few out of the way so I can sit on the island. "Why do you think that?" I'm curious; don't get me wrong everybody is entitled to their own opinion when it comes to me and Edward. Not that I'll listen to them unless they really mean something.

"I know he sees Bella now, so you can't class that as a relationship. So this is his first one. As you probably know he's still a virgin so he knows nothing of the sort of things you may…want." Esme stops when she sees my wide eyes and mouth hanging open like I was catching flies. "Any way, how did you and Carlisle meet and how did he win you over?" Chuckling at my words she tells me to look for something to eat while she talks.

"Well we met when I was 16 at the hospital; I'd fallen out of a tree and broken my leg. When he changed me I was sure he was 'the one' but I wanted to give him a run for his money. After playing little games with him for about a year he finally had enough. One day I was doing the washing, you know putting the clothes in the tub to soak and underneath one of Edward's shirts was a ring." Chuckling to herself, she looks at what I had chosen. Mushroom Ravioli. Esme continues to talk as she found the things that she needs from the cupboards.

"Suddenly he was there on one knee, proposing. I always knew he was an impatient bugger but I loved him. That's how I got engaged; I still think today about what would have happened if I had accidentally grabbed the ring and thrown in into the tub!"

"What's this got to do with Edward?" I chuckle imagining Carlisle's face if it had been thrown into the tub.

"What I'm getting at is that he likes you, any one can see that. At the moment I get the feeling that he doesn't know whether to be friends or something more. All I'm saying is that if you push him into the 'something more' and he realises he only wants friendship then your just going to end up hurt." I nod understanding what she's saying. "Right, scram! I gotta get cooking!" I go back into the living room where only Emmett is sat on the sofa, golden eyes staring into my soul. It may seem dramatic but that's what it seems like. Clearly he had heard our 'thing' upstairs and my conversation with Esme. Beckoning me over to him stands to his full height. Emmett stands just a few inches shorter than me.

Why didn't you tell him he attacked you?" he whispered probably hoping Edward wouldn't hear him. I was hoping for the same thing too.

"How would you feel if Rose told you, that you attacked her?" He smiles slightly.

"Point proven" his voice raises with what he says next.

"I know you love him, but I also know that you can hurt him. I just want you to know: hurt my little bro and your body will never be found." A deep growl rumbles through his chest. Suddenly I don't feel hungry anymore.

After eating the delicious Ravioli I thank Esme and tell her to cook more often. She beams at my complement. Yawning I say goodnight to everyone, heading up the carpet I once again wonder at how soft it is under my bare feet. Remembering his earlier response to me not knocking I knock. No answer. I try again, the same thing happens.

Pushing the door open slightly I am met with darkness. A funny feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. My heart beats at a thousand mile an hour, all beats nearly merging into one hum. Patting the wall for the light switch just like I did last time, only this time it stays dark. No one turns on a smaller lamp. Eventually locating the light switch I press it and the lights flicker on.

His French doors are left open like they were the first time I came in. A cool breeze blows through the room flicking up the pages on some of his books. The eerie sound is the only noise apart from the light breathing. But there's something far more shocking.

Something thatshouldn't be happening. Something that shouldn't be there.

AN: *does happy dance* OMG you guys are ace! You made me do happy dance in my living room lol. OOOOO, what shouldn't be there? Review if you wanna know! Thanks again to those that have reviewed as well as those that have put the story and me on alerts! Keep with me peoples!