Renesmee
We walked quickly from Leah's room. My encounter with her had been uncomfortable to say the least. Jacob's method of getting us out of there was less than subtle, but it didn't bother me. My mind flickered back to just a few minutes ago, and I silently shuddered.
It wasn't that she was a werewolf; that didn't bother me in the slightest. It was the way she looked at me; stared at me. Her eyes had swept me up and down, taking in every detail. The expression wasn't one of distaste or disapproval, but of adoration. It scared me slightly. I shuddered again, this time Jacob noticed.
He draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, kissing the top of my head.
"She just takes a little bit of getting used to, is all."
I nodded, giving him a fleeting smile. He sensed I was still worried, and hugged me tighter. We walked out the door, into the sun. It was high in the sky, and it shone directly across the patch of grass we came to rest at. It reflected off my skin, making it glow slightly. Jacob stroked my bare arm.
"You're so beautiful, Ness."
With that, he sat on the grass and tugged me down with him. I fell into his lap and looked up at him, smiling. The warmth of the sun and Jacob had made me feel considerably better; I was already more at ease.
I reached up and placed a hand carefully across his cheek, letting an image flood his mind. It was of our clearing, at sunset. The air was golden with the sun; hazy and filled with glistening blades of grass. Pressing my hand harder, I let him watch the wind dance with the amber leaves. His eyes were closed, a small smile on his lips.
I pulled my hand away, and watched him while his eyes opened.
"We'll go there soon. And stay there until sunset."
Nestling into his warm body, I felt complete. We sat together, just listening to each other's heartbeats. It was cosy, pressed against his strong body; I felt safe. We barely talked, content with just being together, until the sun was casting long shadows across the grass. Suddenly, he looked down at me.
"Now?"
I nodded. He picked me up and placed me across his back. Although I could nearly match him for speed, it felt better for him to be carrying me; we could still touch.
He started to run, towards the direction of the sun and our clearing. His breathing even, and his gate unchanging, I was able to lean forward without fear of falling off. I kissed his ear gently, knowing he would be able to understand all I wanted to convey. He ran faster.