A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

He ran a hand through his hair and silently cursed when it fell back into his eyes. “You were nervous
earlier. I just don’t want you to think I planned that, because I didn’t. I thought he’d be here all
night.”
She stepped close to him and reached up to hold his shoulders. “I believe you, Jake.” He put his
hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her. “I’m not nervous; it’s just a little embarrassing that your
dad thinks we’ll be . . . you know.” He was probably right.
Jacob smirked and kissed her again. “I know what you mean. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
They sat down, and Jacob opened each container. Renesmee had to admit everything smelled good.
She was confused when she dished the salad.
“Are those flowers?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yes. Rose petals, marigolds, and dandelions, I believe.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Okay.”
He chuckled. “Just give a chance, Ness.” He reached over and picked a marigold head off her plate.
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it.” He held it out for her.
She figured if she was going to eat moose, she might as well try the flowers, too. She met his eyes
and opened her mouth to take the blossom. His eyes darkened as she slowly sucked on his fingers.
She pulled back and blushed. He licked his lips.
“It’s not bad,” she said after she swallowed. “Interesting flavor.”
He nodded and picked up his fork. He wanted to get through the meal as quickly as possible. He
was happy to hear her compliments about the food; once she tried it, she liked it. The wojapi was his
favorite. It was only more of a turn-on when she closed her eyes and moaned happily when she
tasted it.
When they finished eating, Renesmee helped him clean up.
“Thank you for all this, Jake. It was really nice getting to taste some of your traditional foods.”
He pulled her close to him. “It was my pleasure, Ness.”
She reached up to push his hair of his eyes so she could see him better. It fell right back as soon as
she moved her hands. She smiled. “You need a haircut.”
He shook his head, purposely making his hair dangle in his eyes. “A trim, maybe.”
“That’s what I meant, yeah. I don’t want you to cut it all off; just enough that I can see your eyes
again.”
He bent and kissed her lips. “Why don’t you do it then?”
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