~BPOV~
"Kiss me, Jake." I whispered in a small voice, I didn't want to believe that what he was saying was true. Edward had left to give us a private moment, but I knew he had left also because he knew what I would want from Jacob, and he didn't want to have to witness that. Jacob teetered on his heels for a second then closed the space between us in two full steps. When his mouth covered mine my entire body warmed. The arctic cold of the mountain air could no longer touch me when he wrapped his arms around my waist and dipped me slightly to get better leverage of my mouth. I moaned silently between his lips and the kiss deepened. I finally realized…I needed Jacob. He was my sun, my air, my heart; I couldn't live without him. Ever; what was I thinking, leaving Forks when there would be a rain cloud over my head until I was in his arms again? My body curled around his like a boa constrictor and he held me tighter. Every line of his muscled body was pressed firmly against mine. The sensation of Jacob surrounded me; there was nothing that wasn't Jacob that I could see, hear, touch, taste, or hear. With my eyes closed, the bright early-morning sun shone through my eyelids and made my vision red—the color of Jacob's flawless skin. As my hands wove into his hair I realized Jacob was mine, and I was his. We weren't best friends… we were soul mates. Suddenly we were falling…falling…falling onto the sleeping back. I felt the loud "thunk" before I heard it. I pulled away for a breath and he continued his line of kisses down my mouth and chin to across my throat and over my chest. His mouth was so warm, but it wasn't his temperature that set my skin on fire. A breeze blew through the tent, and I shuddered, pushing him away as I heard Edward approaching. "Get off her, Mongrel." He growled. Jacob simply smiled and lifted off of me, he winked twice—once at me, and once at Edward—and bounded off to the fight.
"What was that all about?!" Edward exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, 'I knew you would kiss, but I sure as Hell didn't…Bella, dearest, no!" I had begun to cry. Hot, wet tears made their trail down my cheeks and dripped onto the frozen ground. When I dipped my head, they started to drip down the bridge of my nose and gather on the tip. "Isabella, please don't cry." He wrapped me in his arms but I pushed him away. He was too cold, and I began to cry harder knowing that up until ten minutes ago I would have let him hold me despite his body temperature. He backed away a few steps, guessing that it was his below-freezing body temperature that I disliked so much. I wanted to tell him; I wanted to set him down, hold his hand, and tell him I was in love with Jacob. What I did, however, was sit in his lap with a thick sleeping bag wrapped around me, and kissed him till I was dizzy….
It took much longer than it used to.