Bella POV

I turned my head to the side, to find Jacob staring at the ceiling. Then, he turned his head to face me; the couch he was lying on wasn't too far from me in his small room. He looked at me like I was a masterpiece, a work of art. It made no sense at all. However, I knew someone else, glorious and immortal, who had also looked at me like that. The hole ripped itself apart, wider then ever, and I turned to the side to stop Jacob from seeing as my hands clutched at my sides, trying to keep myself in one piece, gasping. Jacob heard and was at my side in an instant, kneeling beside me.

"Bella. What's wrong?" his face full of worry. I shook my head but still didn't face him. The hole was still too strong and I could feel all the pain painted on my face, in my eyes. I didn't need him to see that. However, he turned my face to the side, and saw.

"Can I do anything to help?" he asked desperately, his hand on my shoulder. I shook my head and tried to control my expression. The pain ceased slightly at his touch, but not entirely. It took a while for the hole to tame itself, and when I finally released my hands from my sides, finally able to breathe, relief washed over Jacob's face.

"Try to sleep Bella, honey." He said his voice soothing, like a lullaby. Exhausted from the pain, I did so and had my nightmare again…

"Edward!" Jasper shouted, as he and Emmett desperately held him back from attacking me. I was frozen with shock, and Esme, Rosalie and Alice had gone out of the room, unable to cope with the pungent scent of my blood in the same room as them. Carlisle went to get his medical bag to treat my bleeding hand.

"Edward, you love the girl you're trying to kill! Listen to us!" Emmett hissed, grunting slightly as Edward tried to lunge forward, but Emmett held him back. My eyes met Edward's, mine with a pool of fear in them, and his were midnight black, thirsty and longing for my blood…

The screaming started and I pulled the pillow to my face, trying to muffle the blood-curdling sound, as not to wake Jacob. He did anyway.

"Bella! What's wrong?" he whispered frantically, waking up at the sound of my scream. I couldn't control the screaming, even though it was my own voice. He rubbed my shoulders, trying to soothe me, as my screaming quietened.

"What happened?" he asked, trying to help.

"Nightmare." I replied, gasping slightly from my dream.

"What was it about?" I didn't reply, but I looked at him, pain in my eyes and he understood. He knew how I had felt about… him. He continued rubbing my shoulders, afraid that I would start screaming again. His warm touch always soothed me slightly, and soon, I was breathing normally.

"Does it happen every night?" he murmured in my ear. I nodded, shuddering slightly. He held me tighter against him, for two reasons now. I kind of liked his touch, and I closed my eyes in contentment. Then, with it so still and quiet, we heard footsteps coming towards Jake's room. He hurriedly tore himself apart from me, and flung himself on the couch, and pretended to be asleep. I curled up on my side, the way I always slept and pretended to be asleep as well, keeping my breathing slow and even. The door creaked open, letting a yellow beam of light in. It was Charlie. He entered the room, checking in on us, to make sure I was alright or to be sure that we weren't up to anything we shouldn't be, which ever one I don't know. After what seemed like a eternity, he left the room and shut the door quietly behind him. Jacob seemed to really have fallen asleep and was sleep talking softly. I looked at his face, and he seemed a lot younger, like he really was sixteen, despite his enormous size.

"Bella..." he said softly. A chill ran through my spine. He said my name as if I was the most important in the world, more essential then oxygen.

"I…………..love you…" he mumbled, trailing off at the end. I felt a warmth inside me, which I hadn't felt in a month and a bit. Even though I knew he had imprinted on me, it was as if realising for the first time how much he loved me. And I loved him back. I loved him more then I had loved Edward, as impossible as that might sound. I carried on looking at his face for the remaining few hours of the night, not needing sleep if I had him.

When Jake had finally woken, I was sitting on the bed, looking at him. His eyes met mine when they opened. He seemed to like the idea that I was the first thing that he saw in the morning, and he smiled. I smiled back, and felt that rush of warmth flooding my body and soul once again. Then, Charlie opened the door, behind Billy and they had come to see if we had awakened. After we all brushed our teeth and had finished breakfast, Jake and I headed down to La Push. We saw Sam, Embry and Paul, and they asked us to go to Emily's with them and we agreed. I thought she was pretty, even with the trio of scars marred on her face and arm. She cooked a meal that could have lasted for days, but was scarfed down in minutes by the boys. Emily and I had a muffin each, watching our loved wolves that had imprinted on us. After they had finished eating, I helped Emily wash the dishes and we talked as we did so. I found that I quite like her, she was friendly. Jacob teased us for a while, saying that they would be there for eternity if we didn't hurry up, so we willingly sprayed him with soapy, dishwashing water. When we had finished washing the dishes, we all gathered in the living room and chatted. Emily sat next to Sam, and I sat next to Jake. We talked for so long about positively, everything and anything, that we all had lost track of time. It was 6 o'clock and Billy had called Jake to tell us both to come back. We both said goodbye to our friends and left to his home, hand in hand. We came to his house and saw Billy and Charlie both sitting in the living room, chatting. Then, Charlie's stomach rumbled and I started to make dinner, Jake watching me, Charlie standing at the kitchen door along with Billy, both watching Jake and I. I tried to ignore my audience and concentrated on making dinner. Charlie said that he had booked the electrician for the day after tomorrow, the earliest he could get. Jake, despite having an enormous lunch, ate twice as much as Charlie and Billy. I had about 5 forkfuls of the spaghetti I made, Jake finishing my leftovers, complaining that he was starving. I noticed that his hand brushed against mine when he handed me the dishes for me to wash, and him to dry and put back into the cupboard. I was thankful that Charlie had gone back home to get another change of clothes, otherwise if he saw that Jake's hands often lingered on mine, there would be another brief lecture about responsibility. By the time Charlie came back, Jake and I had finished doing the dishes and we all had finished showering.

After a good half hour of Charlie and Billy talking about baseball and work, we all said goodnight and headed to our rooms, well, living room couch for Charlie. Jake wheeled Billy to his room, then joined me in his room. Suddenly, he grabbed me for a bear hug. His body felt good against mine, and I would have happily allowed him to keep my prisoner in the chains of his arms, however, I couldn't breathe and had to tell him that so that he would let go of me, allowing my lungs to inhale and exhale again. His hands, as usual, lingered on me. I noticed that whenever he did so, his breathing quickened slightly and my pulse raced. Then, he lay on the couch, and I climbed into the bed, and we both stared at the ceiling. It was so quiet that me ears rang. I occasionally turned my head and faced him, looking at his face. I found myself finding him…Well, attractive. I had felt this way with Ed-. The hole cut off my thought, but not very wide this time, the pain light and brief this time. That was a change, I thought dryly. I also saw that Jake looked squashed in the small couch.

"Jake, you look cramped. Why don't you come up here?" I asked, turning my body to the side so that I was facing him.

"Naw, I'm fine." He replied, still staring at the ceiling. I saw, with the help of the moonlight, that his face turned a shade darker. Hmm. Maybe I had given him the wrong impression….

"Jake, half your body is like, off the couch."

"I'd only cramp you."

"I'd be fine."

"Well, I'll only come up if you admit it." He said, turning to the side to face me as well.

"Admit what?"

"That you want me to come up there, for a different reason." He replied, his tone slightly taunting.

I scoffed slightly and told him, "The only reason I want you to come up here is because you're cramped on that couch and that I feel guilty for taking your bed."

"It's alright, I don't mind." He replied, still teasing. He lay back on his back and closed his eyes, waiting for me to say that I loved him and that I wanted him to come on the bed with me. I went on looking at him, debating whether I should tell him my feelings about him. Well, he had imprinted on me and he admitted that he loved me, but I still couldn't bring myself to tell him, it felt like I was betraying the other one. Then, I heard Charlie's footsteps outside again, and pretended to be asleep again, as he checked in on the both of us again. When he went out and headed down back to the couch he slept on, I still didn't say I loved him.

"Jake? Are you asleep?' I asked quietly.

"No. But I'm waiting." He said, his tone still taunting. I rolled my eyes. That was so Jake. We were both quiet for a long time.

I sat up in the bed after around half a hour, still not wanting to say anything. He remained silent as well. After a while, he started snoring gently, stopping every now and then. I got up and knelt beside him like he had done to me last night. My eyes looked over and over his face, until I had his features almost memorised. When my eyes glanced at his mouth, I felt that flood of warmth take over me again. I leant closer to him. He remained still and silent, not snoring anymore. I wondered if he was just faking sleep, to get me to whisper that I loved him, because I would think that he wasn't listening. I leant my face down to his, hesitant and unsure for a moment. Then, I kissed him on the lips, an electric current running through my body and soul, the feeling of rightness and fate in my soul. He kissed me back for a while, then I lent back, he was smiling.

"Well, that took you long enough." He said, still smiling. I smiled back, laughing under my breath. Then, he got up, carried me in his arms, and laid me down on the bed.

"Remember our deal?" I asked. He smiled, shaking his head, as he lay in the bed next to me. His hand brushed against mine, sending a chill down my spine.

"You're freezing Bells." he told me, turning me so that my back was towards him. Then, his body pressed against my back, warm and soft. He lay like that for a while, warming me.

"Better?" he asked. I nodded. I could feel his heartbeat and breathing quickening. Then, his arms wrapped around my torso, and my breathing became uneven as well. He pulled me tighter against him, and my pulse raced again. Then, with one arm still wrapped around my waist, his other hand slowly began to travel along my torso; gentle and slow. My eyes rolled back into my head a little, and I closed them in bliss, taking a ragged breath. His hand became more desperate as it continued its journey, travelling along my waist now. Then, it turned back to my torso, slipping underneath my shirt, and it continued to caress me. I was in heaven and I wondered if he was too. Then, his arms tightened again around me again, and he took another ragged breath, and he pressed his cheek against mine, his eyes closed in satisfaction as well.

"Jake?" I said softly, eyes still closed.

"Yeah honey?" he whispered, as his hand started to caress my skin again. His hand felt nice against my icy skin.

"I love you." I whispered back, melting internally underneath his touch.

"I know." He whispered in my ear. Then, I turned around and kissed him again. He kissed me back, as enthusiastic as I was, his arms tightening around me. My arms reached out and entwined behind his neck, clutching him closer to me. The usual feel of belonging and warmth came flooding back me, and I became more and more addicted to it. After a while, I broke away, gasping for air. He was also breathless and gasping for air as well. When we both had replenished our oxygen supply, he kissed me desperately, like we only had moments left together; I eagerly kissed him back. Then, he rolled to the side so that I was on top of him, giving me time to protest if I didn't want him to do so. His hands clutched frantically at my skin, and bowed my body towards him. He rolled again so that he was on top of me, and he took his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Then, his hands rolled up my shirt so that my torso was bare. His warm body felt good on mine. A shiver ran through my spine, and he felt it, since his arms were wrapped around me. He laughed quietly and began kissing me again.

"Screw responsibility." he murmured in my ear, his voice husky.