I stared up at him blankly, trying to comprehend what he had just said. "Me? Just...me? Nothing else?" I asked as I shook my head in disbelief.

He chuckled before responding, "Yes, Leah. Just you."

I sighed and glanced down shyly. "Well, I guess you can have me," I whispered before turning my gaze back up to Jacob's face. "But so help me God, if you hurt me, I'll kill you." My voice was threatening, but smooth enough to let Jacob know I was probably only kidding.

A smirk graced his face as he held up three fingers on his right hand. "Scouts honor. I won't hurt you."

I smiled and laughed lightly as I reached my arm around his neck and pulled him into a gentle hug. I kissed his cheek quickly before whispering in his ear, "Thank you...for everything."

Just then, Seth cleared his throat and I suddenly realized that we weren't alone. I jumped back, stumbling into the wall, but steadied myself before I fell. I was completely embarrassed that others had witnessed such an intimate moment between Jacob and I. If word got around I was changing into a better person, everyone would just assume they would be able to walk all over me.

I changed the subject. "Hey Seth!" I said as I straightened my posture and turned to face him.

I'd never seen him smile the way he did at that moment. I literally thought his cheeks were going to split open. I rolled my eyes when he didn't reply and turned back to Jacob.

"Can we talk upstairs?" I muttered under my breath to him. This was not the place for this type of conversation.

"Sure, sure," he stated in his usual tone. He looked down at me, wickedness in his brown eyes as his lips turned into an evil smirk. Before I had a chance to ask what his expression was all about, he put one arm behind my back, the other behind my knees, and a second later he was carrying me towards the stairs. I was completely flabbergasted for a moment as I processed what had just happened. The sound of Seth's bellowing laugh brought me out of my reverie.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU BIG OGRE!" I screamed, pounding against his chest with my good arm as he ascended the stairs with ease. He didn't even flinch. It was like I weighed nothing. The only reason I knew he had even noticed me was because his smirk had turned into a full blown shit-eating grin.

I'm gonna kill him!

I glared at him as he silently entered the room I had slept in before kicking the door closed behind us. He quietly walked over to the bed and gently put me down into the soft sheets. I crossed my arm over my chest as he sat in the chair beside the bed and folded his hands in his lap.

Good boy, I said to myself amused. I would have mauled your dumb ass if you had climbed into this bed.

I glared at him with his cocky posture, waiting for him to speak. He leaned back against the chair and smiled smugly, acting as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

Mother fucker. I just wanna smack that smirk right off his beautifully arrogant face!

I slumped back against the headboard and sighed.

"I hate you," I stated simply.

He chuckled before responding, "No you don't."

I scowled because I knew he was right. I loved him, but I wasn't about to admit it just yet.

"Shut up," I spat childishly.

He pretended to zip his lips, lock them and throw the key over his shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh at the infantile action.

"Take me home? Please?" I practically begged. There was no way I'd ever fully recover in this house. The stench was too strong and it was putting me under constant physical and emotional stress. I needed to relax and allow my body to work its magic.

He smiled softly and retrieved the now strapless bag I had packed from underneath the bed. He gently laid it at my feet and exited the room. I assumed he was going to speak to Carlisle about getting me the hell out of here.

I slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed a fresh pair of gym shorts and underwear from the backpack. I stood and dropped the bottoms I was wearing before haphazardly pulling my clean underwear and shorts on. I sat back on the edge of the bed, picked up my dirty clothes from the floor and threw them in the garbage. Not only were they covered in dirt and blood, but they reeked of vampire and they weren't worth saving. I sighed as I looked down at my bandaged arm, trying to decide how the hell I was going to change my shirt with this thing on.

This is going to hurt like a bitch, I thought as I gingerly placed my fingers underneath the bandages and begun tearing them off. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip as the pain shot through my entire arm and up my neck with every tug of the fabric. I managed to get the whole thing off without so much as a peep, but my lip was definitely bleeding. I ran my tongue over my mouth as I threw the bandages in the garbage. I started rummaging through my bag until I found a clean bra and a tank top. I don't know where the bra I was wearing during the accident had gone, but I wasn't wearing one now and that made me extremely uncomfortable.

I left my injured arm resting against my thigh for support as I snaked my other through my shirt and pushed it over my head. It slowly slid down my right shoulder and fell in a wrinkled cluster at the fold of my arm. I cupped my right elbow with my left hand and carefully lifted my arm off my leg. The pain wasn't as bad until I let go of my elbow to pull the shirt away. I clenched my jaw, gritted my teeth and shut my eyes tight as I quickly pulled the shirt off and set my arm back down onto the support it so desperately needed.

I took a deep breath as I waited for the pain to dissipate. When it became bearable, I grabbed my bra and quickly slid it over my right arm and onto my shoulder. I pulled the other strap up on my left side and quickly adjusted the cups so they were sitting in place. The pain that tore through my entire right half as I picked up my arm and put it behind my back was torturous. I bit back a scream as I grabbed the band and tried to hook it to the other side. My entire body was shaking as I pushed my arm further but I just couldn't reach. As I tried one last time to hook my bra I heard the door open. I instantly let go and threw my good arm over my chest.

"What the fuck?" I asked as I looked back to see Jacob stepping inside the room. I grabbed my shirt and draped it over my chest, clutching it with all my might just as he looked over at me.

"I'm sorry, Leah. I thought you'd be dressed already," he stated simply as he walked behind me to the other side of the bed.

Well that certainly wasn't the reaction I was expecting, I thought as he ever so gently crawled across the bed and knelt behind me.

What the fuck is he doing? I wondered as I felt his strong hands grab the two separate ends of my bra strap and gently hooked them together before he ran his fingertips down the bare skin of my back.

I closed my eyes when the tips of his fingers brushed my cheek as he reached around to pull my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I tilted my head towards him instinctively as he slowly lowered his warm lips down to the spot where my neck met my shoulder. I stopped breathing and my body shivered on its own accord. I instinctively tilted my head away from him. He reached his hand around my body to grab my shirt, slowly pulling his lips away from my skin. I opened my eyes slightly and turned my chin towards my shoulder to look back at him as he pulled my shirt away from my chest and out of my hand.

He climbed off the bed and stood in front of me. I was completely confused by the look on his face. It was unreadable to me, a look I had never seen before in my entire life. He moved his massive hand down to lift my chin and place a gentle kiss on my forehead before tenderly cradling my right arm and slowly pulling it into the shirt. He was just as gentle as he pulled the rest of my shirt on me and down my body.

He leaned over to zip the backpack up before throwing it over his shoulder and holding his hand out to me. I bit my lip and tentatively placed my hand in his, using him for support as I stood. He let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist. I cradled my right arm while we walked towards the door.

"Are we going back to La Push?" I asked hopefully. He opened the door and lead me through first, his hand on the small of my back before returning to my side. He gripped me a little tighter as we started to descend the stairs.

"Yeah. Carlisle agreed that you were healthy enough to go home and that you'd probably heal more quickly in an environment that's more comfortable for you anyway," Jacob explained. He was matching my pace, taking each step as slow as I needed until we finally reached the foyer.

"Thank you," I mumbled as Seth opened the front door for us.

I stepped out onto the front porch where Alice was waiting in Carlisle's Mercedes.

I groaned and looked up at Jacob. "Can't we just walk? Please?" I whined.

He chuckled as he pressed lightly against the small of my back, urging me forward. "We're not walking. You can handle ten minutes in a car with her."

"Fine," I grumbled as I slid in the back seat. Jacob sat beside me and Seth eagerly hopped in the front.

This was the one and only time I was thankful for Seth's friendship with the Cullens. He kept Alice talking about something or another the entire time so she never bothered me. I stifled a yawn and leaned my head against Jacob's shoulder as we drove.

When we pulled up to my house, I all too eagerly flung the door open and struggled to get out of the car. Jacob laughed lightly as he got out the other side and came around to help me. I reluctantly took his hand and thanked him as I finally stood and headed towards the house. I gave Alice a small wave as I passed and made my way up to the porch. Seth was already there, holding the door open for me like the gentleman he was. I kissed his cheek in a sister to brother fashion, walking inside and I swear I saw him blush. Thankfully he chose not to acknowledge the action.

Jacob was right behind me as I crossed the living room and sat on the couch. Seth followed, running up to his room, presumably to play video games.

"Can I get you anything? Water? Food?" Jacob asked as he looked down at me worriedly.

I smiled softly and pointed at the TV. "You can put a movie in for us to watch. Other than that, I'm fine."

"Alright. Whatever you want," he stated as he made his way over to the DVD tower. He pulled out the sappiest flick we had and placed it in the DVD player. Grabbing the remote, he sat beside me on the couch, hitting play before setting the remote on the coffee table in front of us. He clutched me by the waist and laid me down with him.

I smiled at the contact and I didn't resist. The feeling of my back against his chest, my head on his bicep, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me to him. He took all the pain away and it gave me hope for what could be. I could feel him rest his head against mine, nuzzling me softly as my eyelids became heavy and I knew I was going to fall asleep at any moment.

Just when I finally allowed my self to relax completely and get a little bit of rest, the front door slammed open and Sam barged in.