After just a moment of resting with her, I groaned, needing to feel her sweet lips against mine again. I wrapped an arm around her waist firmly, pulling her delicate body to mine. The feeling was indescribable. But even better was the release that came with the kiss. Explosions, fireworks, bombs...none could compare to the burst of emotions within me as I kissed my angel with passion and, I hoped, gentleness. She had never felt more fragile, but never stronger, at least to me. I cut the kiss off before I was ready, which caused her to whimper. "Bella, angel, how do you feel?"

"So...tired...and..." She slurred. I pulled back, worried she would throw up, but then grabbed her, worried she would faint. I scooped her up once again and rushed her to my bed. there was plenty of room for both of us, but I stood to the side anyway, not wanting to alarm her or be too forward. Parts of me were already being too forward. I had to adjust myself discreetly. "Darling, what's wrong," I begged, hoping to free her from whatever demon held her. She slowly motioned to her head. *Of course.* I practically flew to the kitchen to get her some ibuprofen. Upon returning, she took it, and pulled on my arm. "Stay."

An order, or a request? I would never deny her anyway. My sweet angel wanted me. I knelt beside the bed, almost reverently. "Can I get in bed with you, angel?" I whispered. She took a moment to nod her head. I drew a deep breath. "I'm going to shower first. Would you like to? Would you like some clean clothes?" I felt ridiculous for offering these things to her. She mumbled something, so I leaned in to whisper. "A shirt, please, Jacob." I had to refrain from jumping for joy. My Bella wanted to wear my clothes.

I picked carefully, considering nearly every shirt I owned. Finally I settled on something deep blue, knowing it would perfectly compliment her eyes. I brought it to her, and then went to my bathroom. I wanted to give her some privacy. I showered quickly but thoroughly. This would hopefully be my first time spending the night with a girl. I wasn't a virgin by any means, but I'd had no encounters intimate enough to warrant a sleepover. Not that I thought we would be intimate tonight. But I wanted to be clean for her anyway. I just hoped she would let me hold her again, but this time, as a lover. I wanted to belong to her so badly but I knew she was still sick.

I cautiously came back into my room. I found my Bella asleep, wrapped in a blanket. She was wearing the clean shirt and had set hers neatly on the nightstand. I contemplated for a moment, then grabbed a spare blanket for myself and crawled into bed beside my sleeping angel. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. It only took a minute, however, for all thoughts of behaving myself to exit my mind. She rolled towards me and put a delicate arm around my neck. My body reacted automatically. Arms around her thin, perfect waist. One hand cradling her head, tangled in her soft hair. My lips against her forehead and a groan in my throat. "Dammit, Bella." I took my lips off of her forehead and allowed myself to admire her sleeping form. Even bundled up, she was perfection. An angel carved by God himself. I simply enjoyed her. She was perfection, and now she was mine.

When I woke up, I noticed first that she was gone. Shit. I got up and ran out to my kitchen, about to grab my keys and start looking for her, when I heard the shower running. She was in there. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Of course she would be showering. I slowly went back into my bedroom and laid out a pair of joggers and a green shirt for my angel. She could choose to wear them or not. After the clothes were neatly folded, I retired to the kitchen, where I began to prepare breakfast. I usually just had fried eggs, but this called for something special. I got out a few pieces of bacon and started to fry them while I chopped bell peppers and onions. It only took a few minutes to set up to make omelettes.

I didn't notice her at first, I was so involved in the dish. But when I turned around I nearly dropped her breakfast. She had elected to not wear the pants, instead donning only the green shirt. It waa long enough on her to preserve her modesty but barely. Her hair was wet, making it slightly darker and curlier. Her face was completely bare and I had never seen something so beautiful. For a moment, all I could do was stare. And then I found myself letting out a choked "Bella" as I stumbled to her, scooping her into my arms once more. But this time, her legs wrapped around me and I lost myself in her once more. My hands gripped her legs as I buried my face in her neck. Without thinking, I walked her to the kitchen counter. Once she was supported one of my hands went around her waist, crushing her against me.

And then our lips met. Instead of an explosion, it was more like a burn. Like everything she was consumed everything I am. I kissed her slowly and deeply. Our lips parted, our tongues met. Her hands started on my shoulders but settled around my torso. Growing bold, I slid my hand up her thigh to her ass and squeezed gently. She moaned into my mouth. Heaven and he'll again. The symptoms of desire were impossible to ignore. For a moment, my inner man fought against my logical mind. But logic won out, and with some effort, I tore myself away from her. "Bella, we aren't ready," I reasoned, begging forgiveness. Here I was, with my angel finally, and she was trying to give herself to me, and I was turning it down. Was I stupid? No, I just loved her too much. She deserved so much more. Candles and romance and planning. And I was going to give it to her. I would give her the world.