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I couldn't tell how much time had passed since the Volturi had thrown me into the metal cell. For a jail cell it sure was decorated to the nines. It held a grand, deep red bed in the corner, not that I would ever think to use it, a sitting area to the side, and a small bathroom with a sliding glass door that provided some privacy, but not much. Even though there were many seating options, I had chosen my place on the ground with my back leaning against the side of the bed. The floor of the cell was cold and the room itself was very dark, adding to its eerie quality. In the beginning, I had tried to find any way to get out: an opening, a gap or even a break in the metal. I stopped, however, when I realized that even if I did somehow escape, I would have no idea where to go. I shook my head at myself, knowing that I should have paid more attention to directions while I was being dragged in here. Instead, at that time, my mind was racing with thoughts about Jacob. If what Jacob had told me was true, which it usually was, there was a great chance that he was dead right now. I shuddered and willed myself to stop thinking about him, although he was all my mind could focus on, without completely panicking. What would Jacob do? Well how the hell was I suppose to know, I wasn't Jacob. I took deep breaths; this entire time I had managed to keep my mind at bay and ward off a panic attack, but if they kept me in here much longer, I would for sure lose my mind.

I heard a door creak and immediately stiffened. There, beyond the confines of the cell, stood a red eyed, extremely muscular man. He was expressionless when he saw me, which added to his threatening quality. I stood, not wanting to show just how afraid I was. He looked me up and down once, finally setting his eyes on mine. I gulped, hating the way that he looked at me; like I was food.

"Come on, sweetheart." He said. The word that Jacob usually used to make my stomach flutter now made my stomach drop.

"Don't call me that." I said, even surprising myself with my courageous words. He smirked at me and unlocked the jail cell. Too bad he opened it too quickly for me to see how he had done it.

Speed. Since I had been here, speed is the one thing I learned that they acquire. Not just that they are fast; they are unhumanly fast.

He come towards me in a blur and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the room. His fingernails dug into my skin and I bit my lip instead of crying out. "Let go of me, I'll go!" I said, desperately. The red-eyed man released me immediately and led the way with me following at his side. I rubbed my arm, discretely, where he had been holding me, hoping he didn't notice.

"Sorry." He said, not looking towards me. I didn't respond.

We reached a set of two giant, gold colored doors and he stopped abruptly, turning towards me. "Don't do anything stupid. Just do as they say." He whispered quickly. I gawked at him.

"Thanks but you're the last person I should be taking advice from." I said with edge. His eyes bore into mine and I looked straight ahead, willing him not to react. He muttered something under his breath before turning towards the giant doors and pushing them open. As soon as we stepped inside the beautifully ornate room, I wished we were back outside of those doors.

"Ah, splendid!" The first thing I heard was the high-pitched voice that came from the only vampire standing. He had long black hair and skin pale as snow. There were two other men sitting, with less than pleasant faces, unlike the one who had just spoken.

"Our dear Renesmee is alive after all!" He cheered, coming towards me. He grabbed my hand held it to his cheek. I fought against his grasp.

"Stop." The boy who had led me into here whispered into my ear, so that only I could hear. I did as I was told and held my palm to his cheek.

"Well, go on, Renesmee." He said, laughing slightly. I knotted my eyebrows, confused. I looked towards the boy next to me with a puzzled expression. His expression held a small smirk.

"I'm not Renesmee." I said, pronouncing the uncommon name wrong. He dropped my hand immediately.

"Well of course we knew." He mumbled, "No- no- that couldn't. They couldn't possibly have."

"What a sorrow." One of the men sitting in the chairs whispered through the air, with a sound of quiet rasp.

"Alice." The third man called, angrily, from his seat. In one moment a long black door to my right opened and in walked Alice, being pushed by a small blonde, who looked out of place among all these men.

"No!" She gasped once she noticed me.

"Alice!" I said with relief, hoping that whatever was going on, she would somehow fix it.

"What have you Cullen's done, Alice?"

"Marcus. Tranquillo ora." The one standing, who seemed to be calling the shots, said calmly.

He walked towards Alice and grabbed her hand, much like he had to me; instead, this time, he just held her hand in his, rather than placing it on his cheek. After a minute of complete silence and stillness from everyone in the room, he dropped it quickly, like he didn't want to touch it anymore.

"Despicable." He spat at her, for the first time since I had met him, showing an emotion besides joy.

"Despicable? How dare you!" Alice yelled. "We only had to because of you!" In a split second, her body was on the ground, crumpled, her face distorted in pain, shaking. I stood like a statue, panicked. The rest of the room seemed unfazed.

"Shall we go get the wolf? He must be aware of how much she knows."

"Jacob." I blurted, finding my voice.

"I'll go." Replied Jane. As soon as she walked out, Alice seemed to regain her composure, thank God.

"No." The boy from earlier announced, still right beside me, although I hadn't realized it. "They're too emotionally involved. It would be easier if we did this separately."

"Did what?" I asked him, for some reason not feeling as afraid of him as all the others. The entire room ignored me.

"Come forth, Eric." The man, Aro, motioned with his fingers. The boy who had dragged me here, apparently named Eric, left my side to go to Aro. They talked, or at least that's what I thought it was. They were speaking so quickly and quietly that it was impossible to make out even a single syllable. I took that time to peak a glance at Alice. Her eyes were locked on Aro and Eric, her expression rigid and nervous.

"Well, shall you make the announcement?" Aro said, throwing his hands in the air with a sort of surrender.

"We shall resume here, later today, at ten o'clock a.m., sharp." Eric said, matter of factly. He walked back to me and pushed me back, his eyes wide, willing me to walk towards the exit. I complied, turning as quickly as possible.

No one, not even Alice, said anything as I left the room. But right before the doors shut behind me, I peaked a glance one last time, only to see Aro staring at me, intently, with a small smile on his lips. The doors closed and I shivered, though not from the cold.

"Is Jacob ok?" I asked once we had left the room. Eric didn't respond. "Hey!" I said, poking him on the arm. He ignored me and continued on. "Eric!" I yelled, rather abruptly. With that he stopped and turned, glaring at me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, his red eyes flashing in the light of the stairwell. "You're supposed to be afraid of me. Stop asking questions." I closed my mouth and pouted. Even though I knew I should be afraid of him, something about Eric was different about the rest of the Volturi… and familiar.

"Is he at least alright?" I asked, my voice small and quiet. He sighed before stopping in front of my cell.

"Yes."

I let out a gush of air I hadn't known I had been holding in, relief flooding my body.

"Come on." He said, opening the cell door for me. I walked in quickly, hating the feeling of him behind me and out of sight, and went to go resume my position on the floor. I sat and looked up at him. Eric was standing in the doorway, trying to decide to speak, it seemed.

"No one is going to hurt you. You can lie on the bed." He said quietly. Was that compassion in his voice? - No, I shook off the thought.

"I'm ok here." I replied, staring at the floor. Then he was gone. Quick as lighting, faster than my eyes could catch. The lock was on the door. I was trapped, once again.

Hours later, I woke up to the feeling of something pulling on my arm. I must have dozed off at some point. I opened my eyes to see the blurry vision of a man in front of me. I froze, paralyzed with fear. The head turned when it noticed my movement, or lack of movement; those read eyes were all I had to see. I screamed, but only a small sound came out before his hand was overtop of my mouth, constricting me. I hated the feeling of being trapped, even if it was only by his hand. I began clawing and biting at it, even though I was no match for his strength.

"Renesmee stop." I recognized the voice almost immediately. Eric crouched in front of me, his face coming into focus. "I'm not going to hurt you just shut up!" He yelled yet whispered at me. I thrashed at him, ignoring his plea. "Look, you have to stop. We don't have much time and we have to get out of here before they notice the werewolf is gone." My eyes widened at his mention of Jacob. He escaped?

Happy tears prickled the corners of my eyes as I tried to claw his hand away, still not truly believing his story. "Fuck, Ren, stop!" He forcefully shoved me back onto the bed, so that I was lying down. "This will hurt less if you calm down." He said, his voice eerily calm. I panicked at his words, my limbs thrashing in all directions. Eric climbed ontop of me, pinning me to the bed. I was actually crying now, having a bad feeling at what he was going to do to me, pinning me on top of a mattress.

He reached down. I tensed, waiting for the touch. Instead of feeling his hand, however, I felt something hard and straight on the side of my arm. I opened my eyes and looked towards it, seeing a long knife in his hand.

"No, no!" I tried to scream, but his hands were restricting my airway. I was having a full-on panic attack, now. I begged him with my eyes but he continued anyways.

"I'm sorry." He said, sadly, before slicing into my arm. The pain was unreal. I never in my life had been cut like that. That deep. My head was getting fuzzy as he jammed his fingers into my wound, digging around. My throat was burning from my attempted screams. The pain was deafening, and I began to go numb.

"Got it." He said, with determination on his face. "Listen to me." He placed his face directly in front of mine, so that we were eye to eye. He stared at me while he wiped his bloody hand on the bedding beside me. "That was a tracking device." He stated, with little emotion. "We have to go."

Although my ears were ringing at this point, I still put up a fight as he attempted to lift me off of the bed. "God damn. Come on, we have to go!" His voice was louder than his previous words. He looked around uneasily for a moment before running his hand, now stained with blood, through his light brown hair. "Oh, he told me to tell you Tarzan." I stopped, confused. "The wolf said that if you wouldn't go with me, that I should say Tarzan." I stopped, relief and realization flooding my body at the same time. Of course, the secret Jacob had exposed to me in the water in Isle Esme. Jacob was telling me that I should trust Eric, and I trust Jacob with everything I am, so I stopped fighting.

Eric pulled out a roll of medical tape from his pocket and wrapped it tightly, as well as messily, around my wound. I winced at the pain, but held in any sound. He noticed I had stopped fighting him and slowly began moving his hand away, throwing the roll onto the bed. "Don't speak." "Please." He added, uncomfortably. I had a feeling that he wasn't used to being polite. He removed his hand fully and I made no movement at all, my body completely frozen, waiting for his command.

"Let's go. We must hurry; we don't have much time." I nodded and followed him out of the cell door. "You must remain silent." He said, in a whisper so low, I had almost not heard him. I nodded once more, ignoring the pounding feeling of adrenaline filling my brain.

He quickly led me down two spiral staircases, through three hallways, and then into the basement, which was complete black. I clinged to Eric, who for some reason could see perfectly in the pitch black. He tensed with my touch but relaxed a moment later, never slowing down for even a moment. His mood seemed to relax when we finally reached a car parked outside of a back door, which was at the end of the dark room. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the car, coming in after me, so that I was forced to move over into the passenger seat.

After a mile or so of driving, and once we were out of site of the Volturi's castle, Eric switched on the radio to a classical music station and turned the volume on low. I looked around the car, checking out the Mercedes label on the steering wheel. I immediately thought that Jacob would have loved- Jacob.

"Where is Jacob?"

Eric laughed beside me, showing some bitterness through his tone. "You did always love that wolf of yours; I see nothing has changed."

"Stop."

"What?" He asked with indifference.

"Stop talking in codes. If you have something to say than just say it."

He laughed, throwing his head back. "I rescue you from your premature, sought after death and you scold me for not speaking clearly?"

"I didn't ask you to." I replied, quietly.

"Ah, but I did owe you one." He replied.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice getting smaller and smaller by the minute.

"Right, the mind control thing." He said, rolling his eyes. "Nice to see your good lucks haven't changed, although you are a tad more annoying this time around."

This time around? Did he know me… before?

"Did you know me before my car accident?"

"A car accident? Come on Renesmee, you're smarter than to fall for that." His eyes were fixed on the road with an almost unnatural focus.

"How do you know?" I asked, realizing that he knew about the real story of how I lost my memory; the Volturi. I ignored his use of the word Renesmee, for everyone seemed to be calling me by that name, recently.

"I was present." He replied, with no emotion in his tone.

"Present for…?"

"Figure it out!" He yelled, slamming his fists against the steering wheel. "You can't not know that much." I jumped at his expression, only for a moment or so, twisted into a small frown. "I'm sorry." He said, after a moment.

"Where's Jacob?" I tried again, ignoring his appology.

Eric sighed. "He's waiting with the Cullen's. He'll be there when we get home." I was distinctly aware of how his expression turned cold whenever I mentioned Jacob.

"Is he ok?" I asked softly, holding my breath.

"Yes."

I sighed with relief and put my hand to my heart as the pain that I hadn't even realized was there slowly eased.

"Can I ask you a question without you getting mad at me?" I asked, quietly.

"Yes." He replied, a smile playing on his lips.

"Why does everyone keep calling me Renesmee? Who is she?"

He shook his head. "You should wait to hear this from your little wolf."

"Why?"

"I don't know, because you should. Stop asking so many damn questions." He said, shortly.

I sighed and crossed my arms, turning my body so that I was facing the window on my side of the car.

"You."

"What?" I questioned him, caught off guard.

"Listen carefully," He said with clear annoyance, "You are Renesmee. Renesmee is you. This Cali character that you made up is just that, a character."

"What?" I asked again, my head beginning to pound.

"I guess this new name disrupted your brain activity as well."

"Stop!" I screamed, blackness spotting on the edges of my eyes. I grabbed my head and held it in my hands, willing the headache to go away before it even began. I couldn't tell if Eric had stopped speaking or not, for the pain of my headache became unbearable. Much like my other headaches, I didn't realize I was sleeping until I heard Eric whisper, "shh's" into my ear. I'm unsure when he pulled me into the seat, onto his lap. He was holding me down with his strong arms, trying to get me to quiet down.

I relaxed as the pain slowly began to subside. Thank God. I kept my eyes closed and stayed completely still, as did Eric, as I made sure that the last of my headache was gone. I opened my eyes slowly, thankful that the car was dark, so that I would not be sensitive to the light.

"Ok?" He asked, looking down at me. We were in an awkward position; almost as if the contact made his entire body stiffen. He was holding me too tight, which made me uncomfortable.

"Ok." I answered, red beginning to rise up on my cheeks without my consent. A smile that looked hard and stern formed on his rock hard skin. He lifted me back into my seat and we pulled back onto the road and started driving again.

"Explain this all to me, please." He looked at me with a "you're crazy" expression and continued driving, silent.

"I'm fine. I swear."

"We have a long drive ahead of us, you should probably get some rest."

"I don't need res-"

"9 hours and 30 minutes, including a plane ride, to be exact."

"Listen I just-"

"I swear I'll still be here to answer your questions when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere." He smiled softly, this smile reaching his eyes a tad more this time. I nodded and laid my head back, realizing how tired I was.

When I woke up it was still dark out; I must have dosed off for an hour or so. "What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"6 a.m."

"How long?" I asked, after I realized that since I had no idea what time it was when we had escaped, time meant nothing to me.

"About five hours to go, but we already took the plane ride, so it's just driving from here on out."

"Oh." I replied, not wanting to think about stone-cold Eric carrying me onto a plane at two in the morning, unconscious with sleep.

"So." I started, wanting to get the conversation going. He didn't reply. I guess I just had to go for it.

"You say I'm Renesmee. But I don't understand how."

"No surprise there." He replied, rolling his eyes.

"Hey. You promised you would answer my questions and would it kill you to be a little nicer?"

"I promised that I would be here when you woke up, not that I would answer them."

"Well would you please?" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air, and hating how much emotion I let show through my words. We sat in silence as I calmed down.

"It would be easier if I started from the beginning." He said, quietly.

"Ok."

"The Cullen-"

"Wait." I replied, although I hadn't realized that I had spoken the words aloud, "I'm scared."

"Ok." He replied after a moment.

I rolled my eyes, "Continue."

"Your real name is Renesmee Cullen. You are the daughter of Edward and Bella Cullen."

"Wait." I said, stopping him. "What are you talking about? No I'm not."

"Yes you are." My mouth dropped open slightly as I took in the new information. For some reason, although the information was new to me, it didn't shock me.

"Continue." I said again, but this time with much less bravery in my tone.

"The Volturi came after you. Lasiandra wiped your memories, renamed you, and gave you to a new family, whose memories had also been altered."

There wasn't time for the new information to sink in. I didn't know what was happening before I blacked out.

I awoke to the sound of car horns with a jump. "Ah." It was light outside now, and the time on the dashboard read 9 a.m.

"You fainted." He said, without me even having to ask. "Nothing wrong with beauty sleep. Besides, you look like hell."

"You know you're kind of blatant. And really rude."

"I have been told." He joked without humor. "You used to find me funny."

"I knew you… before?"

"Yes."

"Did I know," I gulped. "Him?"

"Yes." He sighed.

"How well?"

"Very."

"How well?"

"Very." He replied, again.

"Do you always give one word answers?"

"Yes."

"Great." I said, sarcastically.

"Are you still in love with him?" He asked this so softly that I could barely hear him.

"Ugh, I mean we're together." He nodded.

"Was he in love with Renesmee?" I asked, awkwardly.

"Yes."

"That makes me mad." I replied, before I knew what was coming out.

"Because you love him." He stated matter of factly.

"But-" He waited. "If he loved Renesmee, how can I be sure if he loves me, or the idea of me?"

"You'd have to ask him. Don't worry; he'll talk his way out of it. He's always had a hold on you."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

He didn't answer. We didn't speak for the rest of the drive.

We arrived at the Cullen's house at 10 a.m. As the minutes passed, I felt more and more betrayed by not only Jacob, but my supposed parents. Eric maneuvered the car through winding roads in the woods until we reached the main house. He stopped in the driveway and got out; I followed suit.

I walked in the house, Eric having already entered a moment or so earlier, to see an empty, window covered room. I heard footsteps. I looked up to see Jacob approaching. When our eyes met he stopped walking, staring at me. I was reminded then of the fierce intensity of passion I felt when I looked into the eyes of Jacob Black. My heart jumped to my ears and tears began to prickle my eyes.

"Jacob." I managed to croak out. His eyes too were beginning to tear up as he walked towards me in long strides and wrapped his arms around me. He smelled like soap and woods and his arms held me tight enough for me to feel safe, but with enough gentle warmth to pour love into me.

"Cal, I'm so happy you're ok." He kissed my forehead and held me; me too wrapping my arms tightly around him. My arms loosened and my tears of happiness turned into tears of anger as I remembered what exactly I had learned over this last horrific day. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed, looking down at the ground.

"Cal?" He asked, confusion and hurt touching his voice, making me sad.

I shook my head at the ground, not knowing what to say to express what I was feeling.

"What did you do, dog?" I heard someone, most likely Rosalie, spit at Jacob.

"I- I- I don't know." He said, rubbing the sides of my arms with his hands. I grabbed his hands to stop them from touching me. I looked up at him with all the hurt and betrayal in my eyes I could muster. He looked shocked when he saw my expression; like it physically hurt him to see me in this state.

"Renesmee." I said, knowing that, that one word meant more than anything else I could have said. His expression turned from surprise to realization.

"How?" His expression was soft, yet extremely confused. Suddenly, his expression changed to realization as he turned on his heel.

"You!" He spat, running towards Eric. "How dare you."

"She asked." Eric defended himself, keeping his calm-cool-&collected attitude through and through.

"Fuck you." Jacob said, a growl releasing from his throat as he lunged at him.

"Enough!" I yelled, silencing the room. Everyone stared at me, including Edward Cullen.

"We have the same eyes." I said, trying not to cry. My father, with my eyes and the same color of my hair was standing right in front of me.

"Renesmee." I had expected Edward to reply, but instead it was Bella. "Please, honey, you have to understand-"

"Don't you ever call me that again. My name is Cali. I'm not Renesmee and no one will ever call me that again."

"Cali, I'm sorry. I know this is hard to understand, but we're your parents and we love you."

"Stop." I said, tears falling down my cheeks. "You are Renesmee's parents. Not Cali's. Not mine. And you never will be." With that I strode out of the room, running up to an empty bedroom and slamming the door.

The room was mostly bare, but on the far wall there was a vanity with a mirror. I walked in front of it and looked at myself, wiping my tears away and demanding that they stop falling from my eyes. I further examined the room to discover that it was indeed sparse, but definitely Jacob's. Even though I was mad, no, upset, no, pissed, no- I don't even know- at Jacob, I picked up a sweatshirt thrown across the chair at the desk in the corner of the room and climbed on top of the bed with it. I used it as a pillow so that I was able to inhale his scent while I let my mind go blank for a while.

Knocks on the door a few minutes later brought me back to life. Even though I shouldn't have, I hoped it was Jacob. Before I could answer the door, Jacob walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Listen. I know you're mad, but you just have to listen to me. Please just listen to me."

"I'm so tired of listening." I replied, honestly.

"Please," He started, kneeling at the side of the bed. He grabbed my hands into his and put them to his mouth, kissing them softly. "For me?" With that he got me. I nodded.

"I wanted to tell you. I- I was going to. But then you got those headaches and- and Lasiandra, she's the woman that we got to do, you know." He motioned around his head. I shook my head to let him know that I understood. "She- she went missing and it just wasn't safe." I nodded, looking at the ground, not able to look into his eyes.

"It wasn't safe, Cali. I couldn't put you in risk like that, especially after I saw you-" He stopped before he brought up the time he had found me in the shower.

"But baby," He said, lifting my chin, gently, with his thumb. I looked into his eyes, clouded with sadness and unbearable honestly, and listened to him. "The feelings that I have for you are real. You have to believe that. I fell for you, Cali, no one else. I-"

"Okay." I said, diverting my gaze again. I started playing with his fingers, focusing on the way his hands were shaped perfectly. "Tarzan." I added, officially not mad at him anymore. I looked into his eyes to see relief flood his features. He smiled at me and hugged me, pinning me down on the bed in an unbearably tight grasp. I giggled.

"Call me babe." I said, burrowing my head into his chest.

"Babe, baby, honey, sweetheart, cutie." Jacob said, between kisses in which he pecked all over my face. I laughed and held him closer to me. His hand skimmed my arm with the bandage and I gasped. "What's this?" He asked, tracing the bandage.

"Nothing. I think the Volturi put in a tracker or something." I tried to sound nonchalant.

"That was us actually." He said, quietly, holding my face in his hands, to see my reaction.

"Hm." I responded, not knowing what to say.

"Here, let me clean it." He slowly pulled off the bandage kissing around my wound once it was off. "He certainly wasn't gentle about it." He spat, lightening his mood immediately when I noticed the angry look on his face. He cleaned it, replaced the bandage, then laid down on the bed next to me once more.

"I never want to let you go," He started, "I feel like you will disappear."

"I'm not going anywhere." I said, reassuring him.

"I know. I know." He sighed and kissed my forehead, running his fingers through my hair. "I want to know everything about you."

"Honestly, I feel like neither of us know much about each other though."

"I know you're pretty." He said, caressing my cheek. I laughed.

"I highly doubt that knowing that I'm pretty counts."

"Well then why don't we get to know each other?" He asked, seductively.


We layed on my bed, about to begin playing the "game" Jacob had so casually made up.

"You start!"

"No you!" I giggled, pressing my face into my pillow. Even in the dark I could make out the bright white of Jacob's perfect smile.

"Ok, ok." He said, shifting a tad closer to me. I felt his hand graze my stomach ever so slightly. His eyes held mine as his hand moved beneath the covers, exploring my ribs. I tried not to moan as his hand slipped further and further and further down my stomach.

"Eh, Cal?" Jacob stopped his hand, with an uneasy tone. "Not complaining, but didn't we agree to at least wear something?"

"They're low-rise you freak!" I joked smacking him with a pillow.

"Ok sorry!" He laughed, settling into the bed. He continued moving his hand again, drawing pictures with his fingers, which made my stomach flutter. He moved his hand to my size and grazed the skin there.

"Ah, you're tickling me!" I panicked, throwing his hand away. He chuckled and moved his hand back to my stomach, tracing a circle around my belly button.

He cleared his throat, gearing for the second part of the game. "How'd you start dancing?"

I stayed quiet for a moment before I finally spoke. "After my accident, or, whatever happened to me, I was really confused and needed an outlet." "And lonely." I added.

"Why were you lonely?" He asked. Although he tried to hide the pain in his voice, I could sense that it was there, and a part of him was blaming himself for it.

"We moved to a new town and a new school where I didn't know anyone. Of course I was lonely; for a little while. Don't worry, Jacob, I made friends. Believe it or not, I'm not as socially awkward as you think." I joked. He laughed and continued moving his hand, feeling all of me. I stayed quiet, my focus on the feel of his warm skin touching mine.

He removed his hand slowly, to my despair, and smiled, knowing what it did to me. I sighed and reached out my hand, going towards his chest. I felt my hand shaking, softly. I grazed his chest and my body tensed, too embarrassed to go any faster. As if Jacob was sensing my hesitation, he gently grasped my hand and put it up to his lips for a delicate kiss. He then pressed my palm to his chest firmly, urging me on. I smiled in the dark, letting my physical desires lead my hand. I grazed his chest, feeling the ripples of his muscles beneath my fingertips, and the soft feel of his smooth skin. He was like a drug to me. I just kept wanting more.

"Do you like me better this way?" I ask, getting enough courage to even ask the question.

"You don't understand." He said, shaking his head. "I love you, Cali. I love you because you're smart and sarcastic and funny and strong willed and beautiful."

"You-" I started, my hand freezing in it's place on his chest. "You love me?"

"You don't have to say anything back right now. I know it's soon, but it's the truth. I have a bad habit of waiting until it's too late. I just want you to know, that without one hint of doubt in my mind, I love you." "And I'm sorry if that freaks you out." He added with a chuckle.

I soaked in his words and oddly enough, didn't find myself, as he put it, "freaked out." Although I wasn't ready to tell it to him back, I smiled, genuinely happy with his profession. My cheeks burned pink and I buried my face in my pillow, trying to cover it, even though the lights were off.

"So shy." He laughed, running his fingers along one of my cheeks.

"I am not that shy!" I accused back, lifting my head up and resting my weight on my forearms.

"Oh my God Cali, yes you are." He laughed, loudly.

"Oh really?" I asked, challenging him. "Would a shy girl do this?" Before I could second-guess myself I was on top of him, straddling his body. I pressed my lips firmly to his and sucked his lower lip, making him moan, which caused me to smile. He put his hand on the back of my head and pressed me closer to him. This kiss was hungry, unlike our other kisses. We were passionate and handsy and just then, I realized how little clothing I had on. I reluctantly pulled myself away from him and crawled back under the covers, concealing myself.

"Wow." He said, still out of breath. "Feel free to be not shy whenever you feel like it." I laughed and went back to his chest, writing his name over and over with my finger.

"My turn." He said, brushing my fingers with his as I pulled my arm away.

This time his hand went to my arms, using both of his hands to gently feel from my shoulder all the way down to my hands. "How many boyfriends have you really had?" He asked, referring to the time in the ocean when I had confessed that I had never dated anyone.

"You think I lied?" My voice was accusing yet light at the same time.

"I don't think. I know." He laughed, squeezing the sides of my arms, making my body shudder. He smiled and I could tell that he liked the effect he had on me.

"Jacob, I'm not lying." I said, still with a light tone but forcing down some embarrassment.

"We said truth only you cheater!"

"Jacob, what we're doing right now is the farther than I have ever gone with anyone." I blurted, before I knew what I was saying. His hands stopped at their position on my shoulders. I looked down, immediately embarrassed. I sneaked a glance back at Jacob, only to see a huge smile spread across his face.

"Ugh what?" I asked, laughing awkwardly. He shook his head and kissed me, squeezing my cheeks before he moved his hands back to my arms.

"My turn, my turn." I said, swatting his hands away and making him laugh. "Hmmm" I started, looking him over, thinking of where to explore next. I decided on his stomach, mostly because I wanted to feel his abs.

"This is all I wanted while we were on Isle Esme." I said, sighing, and placing my hands lightly on his ribcage.

"Me too." He responded, quietly. I moved from the top of his stomach to the bottom, following the lines of his perfectly shaped abs.

"Wow." I said, giggling.

"Impressed?" He asked, his voice holding a cocky edge. I pretended to punch him, only to shake my hand out. His muscles could, no doubt, accidentally break my hand.

"Let's see," I started, "Are you a cat or a dog person?" His booming laugh sang through the room, making me laugh as well.

"Cal, are you kidding?" He asked, still laughing. When I gave him a confused expression he laughed some more. "I'm a werewolf babe."

"Oh." I responded, laughter of my own bubbling to the surface when I realized how dumb of a question I had just asked. Not able to control it, heat filled my cheeks due to Jacob calling me "babe." I honestly never got tired of his nicknames for me.

"My turn tomato." He said, laughing. I rolled my eyes, realizing he had noticed my blush.

He put his hand on my collarbone and traced the edges, making me gulp. His fingers moved intricately yet delicately, making me quiver. He moved his hand down, towards my boobs, but pulled it back up when he got close. After a few more teases I got up some courage.

"You can." I said. His eyes seemed to turn a deeper shade of brown with intensity. His hand tensed, although it still was extremely gentle. He moved his hand from my neck down slowly. Inch by inch. Right before he was about to reach my bra, he sighed and took his hand off of me.

My sad expression made him chuckle and pull the corners of my mouth into a smile.

"As much as I want to, Edward just figured out what we were doing and is about to come in here and stab me."

"Well," I started, feeling defiant. "Good thing he's not my father." Then, to wipe away his sad expression, I rolled over on top of him and nibbled his neck.

"Ugh." He groaned, pushing me off of him. "Please don't make me die tonight Cal." I reluctantly laid back down next to him.

"Fine." I replied, pouting.

He laughed, "How about a nap instead?"

"I've been sleeping nonstop for the last ten hours, Jake."

"Yes but not with me." He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him, spooning.

"True." I laughed.

"Ugh!" Jacob groaned yet again. "Here." He said, leaning down next to his bed and pulling a shirt off of the floor. "Put this on." "Please." He added. Even though I knew I could easily talk him out of it, I put the shirt on and turned so that I could burry my face into his chest. I would definitely not be asking him to put any more clothes on anytime soon.

"Hey Cal."

"Yes, Jacob?"

"That's the farthest we've ever gone."

"That's sad because that's not very far at all."

"Maybe we should fix that sometime."

"Maybe." I smiled onto his bare chest.

"Goodnight babe."

"Goodnight Jake."


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