Things had been awkward for the past week… to say the least. Renesmee avoided Jacob like the black plague, but subtly, so he wouldn't notice what she was doing.

He did however notice, and it puzzled him to no end.

There would be times where he would get her to laugh and as soon as he thought it was all over, she would flush bright red and make an excuse for why she had to disappear. He tried to spend as much time outside working as he could, to give her the space she obviously wanted.

A week went by, then two, and it wasn't getting any better. It wasn't easy for him, having to tear himself away from her like this, but he didn't want her to grow weary of his constant presence. It was hard enough that he had to do this on his own; it would be a hundred times worse if she resented him for it.

So all of this made it very hard to come to the conclusion that he had been deliberating about for weeks. Walking into the house after an afternoon outside, he went in search of Renesmee. He found her in her room, making faces in the mirror as she fiddled around with her hair.

Jacob tried his best not to notice the short shorts and almost see-through shirt she was wearing. Just her guardian, he reminded himself, and cleared his throat.

"Oh hey Jake," Renesmee said, finally just letting her hair fall around her shoulders and turning to him. "What's up?"

"Well I was thinking that it's time to maybe move," he said slowly, thinking it best to not skirt around the topic. God knows how she would even react, although he didn't think she really liked this town.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Finally. I've already decided where we should go, I've just been waiting for you to mention it."

Jacob's eyebrows rose. Nessie never failed to surprise him. "And where exactly would that be?"

"Well I was thinking that somewhere warm and sunny would be awesome, and I've always wanted to see a beach that isn't a swamp or covered in fog."

"So….?"

"Florida! I was thinking Miami because with so many people it would be easy to blend in…" Renesmee continued with all the great things about the city and exactly why they should go there.

Jacob thought for a moment. She didn't have the sparkly skin problem that every other vampire had, which made it possible to walk around during the day without causing a traffic accident or two. It was sunny pretty much all year round, which would limit the possibilities of anyone of her kind being there, let alone discovering them…

"Okay."

Renesmee stopped short. "Oh. I didn't think it would be that … easy. I thought you preferred the colder climate."

He didn't really know what to say. Sure they had mostly stayed in the northern states, and never further east than Chicago, but until then he hadn't really realised exactly why he had done so. Four and a half years ago, when the Cullen's had gone up against the Volturi, Jacob had left with Renesmee, and left the state under false names. At first, they went to the Dakota's, thinking it far enough away for the time being until they heard anything. When no news came after two months, they moved around a bit, finally ending up in Michigan. The whole time, Jacob had been staying where Edward and Bella could find them if they were still able to.

The realisation was startling. Jacob tried to brush it off with a joke. "I think I'm starting to lose my tan, and if I keep this up I'll be as pale as you. Some sun would do us both good."

Renesmee smiled at his lame excuse for a joke, pleased that she was getting her way for once. Jacob could still see a shimmer of worry in her eyes however. The urge to make her feel better, to make all the pain go away, resurfaced with such intensity that he wondered if it showed. It was always there, bubbling under the surface, just waiting until he saw that look in her eyes and it would be there, forcing him to do whatever he possibly could to make her smile again.

Damn imprinting, Jacob thought angrily. He couldn't go a whole day without some aspect of it filtering in and affecting his normal behaviour.

"Come on, let's go watch that new movie that we bought yesterday," Renesmee said, sliding past him in the doorway and leading the way to the lounge.

As much as he tried to stop, Jacob couldn't help but watch the way her hips moved as she walked with that fluid gracefulness that gave away that she wasn't quite normal. He found himself daydreaming about what it would be like to bend her over his bed with that perfect ass on display …

Jacob shook himself out of it, horrified at the places his imagination had taken him in a matter of a few seconds.

It was half way through the movie that Jacob finally realised. As part of the imprinting, he would only be what Nessie wanted him to be, whether that be a brother, a friend, or … more. And never before had he thought anything even remotely romantic towards her, let alone on the verge of being sexual…

He glanced over at her. In the dark room, the light from the tv danced across Nessie's face, thrown into sharp relief at times, then fading into shadow.

Would it, could it, be possible that his thoughts were now changing because hers were too? Jacob found himself hoping that he was right. There was no other way to explain it.

By the time the movie was over and Nessie began getting ready for bed, Jacob had no idea what they had even been watching. He had even less of an idea as to what to do next with this new found knowledge. God, he didn't even know if his theory was anywhere near the truth.

So he decided to test it.

He pulled off his shirt, exposing the tone brown skin of his chest and back. "How about a hot chocolate before bed?" he asked Nessie as she put the DVD away.

She snorted. "I hope that's not your way of asking me to make you one."

"No! I was meaning that I could make us some," he said.

She raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to no doubt say something else clever, but as she looked up at him her mouth snapped closed and she quickly looked away.

Well, Jacob thought. Maybe there is something to my theory, after all.

Deciding not to push it further tonight, he scampered off to the kitchen and began to make the hot chocolate, leaving Renesmee in a state of nervous panic.

Well.. I'm kinda loving the building sexual tension, but at the same time it makes me cringe while writing it because it's so awkward. Hope you guys enjoyed anyway! And thanks heaps to those who reviewed!

Pretty please review and let me know what you think :)