Nuisance
Rosalie stood silently in the doorway. The sun from the window behind her cast her in shadow.
"What do you want?" I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice, but I had a feeling I failed miserably.
"Carlisle sent me in to make sure Jacob was alright," she responded defensively.
"He's fine," I snarled. "He's a werewolf. They're fast healers." Jacob barked out a laugh, recognizing the quote. I was hoping she would get the message and leave, but she still stood in the doorway, her dainty hand clutching the doorknob, her bronze eyes peering at Jacob with an almost affectionate expression.
"Are you alright, Jacob?" she asked, her voice tinkling with true concern and endearment. Was I dreaming? What was going on here?
"Did I stutter? I said he's fine!" I quickly moved to shove her out and slam the door shut behind her, but Jacob grabbed my arm.
"Woah, woah, ladies! No need to fight!" Jacob teased, trying to play it off as a joke. I looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what was going on between him and Rosalie. His gaze drifted from me to her, an anxious expression forcing his eyebrows together and his mouth into a tight line. "Tell Carlisle I'm fine. Bells is right. I'm a fast healer," he said, winking at Rosalie. My throat burned. He winked at her? She giggled like a little school girl and left the room, leaving the door open behind her. I pulled my arm out of Jacob's searing grip and slammed the door as hard as I could, releasing all the tension and anger surging through my body into the doorframe.
I couldn't take it any longer. I ran at Jacob, throwing my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face into my hair. His breath on my neck sent sparks of electricity down my back. "What's going on with you and Rosalie?" It came out a frightened whisper. I was scared of what he was going to say. Did he really think I was still in love with Edward and maybe he was trying to move on? But wait a second, Rosalie is with Emmett. How could she blatantly flirt with Jacob? None of this made any sense.
"She was just keeping me company while I healed up. You know, she can be really nice when she wants to." More like when she wants something, I thought to myself. He wrapped his arms around me tighter. "Believe me, you have nothing to worry about." And with that he looked deep into my eyes. He leaned down, letting me pull him softly with my arms that were still around his neck. He kissed me softy, our lips molding to fit each other perfectly. My head started to spin and my knees felt weak, but I knew Jacob wouldn't let me fall. He would never let me fall as long as I lived. Through that sweet, simple kiss I knew I was in love with Jacob and that there was no going back. This kiss was completely different than anything I had ever felt before. Edward's kisses always had an edge to them, like the cold blade of a knife. Edward's kisses were harsh and left me wanting more. Jacob's kiss was gentle and let me decide for once where it was going to lead. I slowly pulled away, not wanting to ruin a perfect kiss by getting carried away. I ran my hand across Jacob's dark cheek and dropped it to hold his hand. He intertwined his fingers in mine. I didn't want this moment to end, but a loud clatter on the other side of the door made us both jump, bringing us back to reality. Our own little world that we had created shattered around us.