I stepped out through the French doors that led to the deck. The roar of the surf and the biting salt spray hit me at once. The hem of my robe whipped gently in the ocean breeze, cooling me in a way I found invigorating. Taking a deep breath, I gripped the railing and closed my eyes, trying to find the peace I needed to keep Jacob from worrying. My problem was me, and I didn't want to concern him with something he couldn't change. Only I could make myself a stronger person, and I needed to, if I wanted to make him happy and offer him the security he so desperately wanted from me. The door opened behind me, and I took a deep breath before turning to face him with a smile. Jacob came out with two steaming mugs of hot coco gripped in both hands. "Stop worrying about the Press," he ordered sternly, setting the mugs on the railing.

I sighed. Of course I couldn't hide my mood from him with just a smile. He saw right through me. He caught my face in his hands and glared down at me. "Their blood thirsty vampires who twist everything into a story which makes them a pretty penny. Forget it. It was bound to happen," he said curtly.

"I guess so. I'm just not dealing with it well. I hate their fucking guts. I can't think about them without feeling violent."

"I know. I forgot honestly when I brought you into this what it was like for me in the begining. Don't get me wrong, it was nothing near as bad as what you got. But being a nobody one minute, and then suddenly, sexualised everywhere and anywhere was slightly degrading. Maculating, but degrading." His mouth twisted ruefully. "Sometimes it takes something drastic to shake me up. Luckily, you've always been very good at getting my attention."

"Don't try to tease this away, Jacob. You could get seriously hurt because of me. Not just from the media, but companies may not want to be in business with a guy who's girlfriend is attract this sort of negative attention-"

He caught me by the waist when I would've turned away. His eyes grew hot and dark. "Don't you dare talk about yourself that way."

"Oh, God," I breathed, devastated by his brutal honesty.

Jacob dipped his head and sealed his mouth over mine. It started softly, sweet and teasing, his tongue stroking across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, my tongue flicking out to touch his. He tilted his head and licked into my mouth. Fast, shallow licks that stirred a simmering desire. I reached up and slid my fingers into his damp hair, pushing up onto my tiptoes to deepen the kiss. I moaned when he sucked on my tongue, leaning heavily against him. His lips moved against mine, growing wetter and hotter. We ate at each other, growing wilder by the second until we were fucking each other's mouths, passionately mating with lips and tongues and tiny bites. I was panting with my hunger for him, my lips slanting over his, needy sounds spilling from my throat. His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything. Tension gripped his powerful frame, his rough satin skin growing feverishly hot. His tongue was plunging into my mouth, tangling with mine, his quickened breaths mingling with my own and filling my lungs. My senses were drenched in him, in his flavour and scent, my mind spinning as I angled my head, seeking a deeper taste. Wanting to lick deeper, suck harder. Devour. I wanted him so much.

His hands ran up and down my spine, trembling and restless. He groaned and my sex tightened in answer. Tugging at the belt of my robe, he loosened it, spreading open the halves to grip my bare hips in his hands. He tugged on my lower lip, sinking his teeth into it, his tongue caressing it. I whimpered, wanting more, my mouth feeling swollen and sensitive. No matter how close we were, it was never close enough. Jacob gripped both cheeks of my ass and pulled me up hard against him, his erection like hot steel burning my belly through the thin silk of his pants. He released my lip and took my mouth again, filling me with the taste of his desire and need, his tongue a velvet lash of tormenting pleasure. A hard shudder shook him and he growled, his hips circling. His fingers bit into my rear and his groan vibrated against my lips. I felt his cock jerk between us, then scorching warmth spread over my skin. He came with a tormented groan, soaking the silk between us. I cried out, melting and aching, so insanely aroused by the knowledge that I could make him lose control with just a kiss. His grip loosened, his lungs heaving. "Your kisses are mine."

"Yes. Jacob." I was shaken, left emotionally raw and open by the most erotic moment of my life.

--

I met Jacob in the kitchen who was hilariously trying to figure out a dishwasher. I leaned myself up against the wall and watched in comedic pleasure, as he intensely tried to figure out the mechanics of the machine. Eventually I felt sorry for the dishwasher, which had received many kicks and curse words, "Hey." I said looming up behind him who was now kicking the machine hard, "What did it ever do to you?"

"This ovens not fucking heating up."

"I would hope not. Because it's a dishwasher," I mocked him.

"The fuck," he mumbles embarrassed.

"Yeah, you see, us normal civilians get taught this thing called manual labour. And this here-" I make a flourishing gesture to the enormous space - "is a kitchen."

"Shut up," he laughs.

"But seriously when's the last time you been inside one."

"Last night, and then this morning."

"Don't be crass. I meant when was the last time you've been inside a kitchen."

"Honestly. I've never actually used my kitchen in the penthouse, and only used the pantry at home in Malibu."

"So you're telling me you've never used a stove, oven, microwave or dishwasher?!"

"No, I've used an oven, kettle and a microwave tones of times before."

"Oh My God! You're such a privileged white male!" I laugh.

"If I agree with you, will that get me out of cooking breakfast this morning?"

"Sure."

"Well then yes. I am a privileged white male becuase I have the most beautiful and smart woman in the world as my girlfriend."

"Awww babe. You're so smooth."

"Mhmm," he breathed into my ear and perched himself on the kitchen island, watching me move around the kitchen. "You have no idea how fucking scared I am about being so in love with the idea of this, normal domestic moment, and how I want it to forever be my life." I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. It was sentences like these that affirmed and ignites the hope I have to create a successful relationship with Jacob.

I ate thoughtfully, remembering the long drive. As insanity-inducing as the trip had been, there was something exciting about the idea of him rearranging his schedule just to take care of my wellbeing and sanity. While I was slightly anxious about being completely off the grid, Jacob did a fine job at repeatedly distracting me. "You're getting that fuck-me look on your face," he observed.

"Sorry."

"Not complaining." He caged me to the counter by gripping the edge on either side of me. His gaze dropped again to the prominent points of my nipples, which were hard from exposure to the cool breeze filling the house.

--

I was sad when the trip ended. It had been two blissful nights, but it only felt like a couple of hours. When we had settled into the stretch hummer, I begin to relieve the weekend, as if committing every moment to film which I could archive in my memories. Jacob was busy responding to hundreds of emails which he neglected for a weekend away with me, and was clearly starting to feel the pressure. I however, managed to catch up on all my school work in a matter of half an hour. I was now scrolling through my phone at the many, many messages which I had been receiving. I was quick to notice Jacob glancing here and there at my screen, and taking my phone from me every time I tied to re-open the gossip sites. There were quite a few of my high-school friends trying to revive friendships with me, which I found shallow and petty. But the most alarming messages came from my mom, Becky, and Becky's parents, all informing me of their visit to New York today. "Babe," I say getting Jacobs undivided attention, "Did you know that our parents are coming to New York today?"

"Yes." He replied blankly.

"Thanks for telling me," I respond angry.

"I didn't want to stress you out," he said lamely. I roll my eyes and proceed to sit on the other side of the hummer. "Don't be catty," he muses, "It doesn't suit you."

"Well the role of asshole fits you well," I mumble.

He scoffs, "Are you on your period or something." My mouth falls open and I gape at him. He immediately covers his mouth and laughs. "I'm sorry-"

"Screw you," I respond annoyed, and in an instant he over next to me trying to cuddle me. "Stop," I say frustrated.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it." He continued to smirk.

"I don't care." I grumbled, pushing him off of me.

"Let me get this straight. You're mad at me for not telling you that my parents and your mom are coming to visit tonight?"

"Yes," I confirm, sounding much less confident in my position.

"Emma..."

I turn my head to face him, flashing my biggest doe eyes, "Sorry. I'm just stressed. I just, I know that the dynamic of my relationship with your parents is just another thing that's going to change in my life. I was hoping that Malibu would be the constant in my life."

"I get that, but you don't have to push me away when things get tough. I'm here for you. I will always be here for you."

I press my forehead against his, and inhale in deep breath. It's times like this where I wish there was a greater closeness that I could feel with Jacob, a closeness which would exceed physical and emotional. I move myself onto his lap, and wrap my arms and legs around him like a bear, then nuzzling my mouth into his neck. His embrace feels like a little touch of heaven, warm and cozy. I wish I could extend these moments just so I could stay close to him for longer, finding safety in him. His arms wrapped right around me bring a peace I've never known before, a calming of the storms in my heart. It's him that gives me hope for the future. In his embrace I start to believe that there is nothing out there to fear, that all there is is sunshine, beautiful trees and kind people. He is the only medicine I need, my light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky. Despite the piling work I knew Jacob needed to get done, he continued to hold me without protest, all while placing little kisses along my shoulder.

All of a sudden the brakes on the car slammed, and we both got launched forward of of the seat. I fell backwards onto the seat behind me, my hip hitting the edge hard, and head hitting the window, while Jacob landed on the floor in front of me. The vehicle was swerving uncontrollably, and Jacob managed to get to the space next to me, having his arm across me in a protective hold. I don't know why but images of my family and friends, clips of my life flash past like a slideshow that was sped up. The car came to a forceful abrupt crash, which caused me to smash into Jacob who was on my right. I winced out in pain, and he groaned, while I was still reeling from everything, Jacob was undoubtedly having a panic attack. I just realised it then, that I was lying flat on the floor of the hummer, while he leaned over me. I could hear him like a distant echo, and the corners of my vision were blurry. His voice sounded horse, and he held my hand tightly. Eventually, all my senses began to come to and I managed to sit up. Jacob took me into a tight hold, shaking with what I don't doubt is a mix of emotions. "Please not again," he was mumbling so softly, "not to her." "Never her."

"What?" I asked slowly. "What happened?"

"We're ok baby."

I manage to stand up, and I check myself for blood. I'm ok, but Jacob has a deep cut on his head. "You're bleeding!"

He touches the top of his head, "I'm fine." He pulls out his phone with a groan, and dials 911. The operator answers and Jacob says, "Hello. My names Jacob Reynolds, and I've been in an accident."