A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

suddenly terrified of eating in front of Jacob. She should have thought about that before she invited
him. She inwardly rolled her eyes at herself for being such a girl and decided that she wasn’t going
to starve herself just because the guy was gorgeous. She placed her order and glanced at Jacob.
She liked that almost every time she looked at him, he was smiling back at her.
Jacob placed his order on a separate check. Alice liked that he wanted to pay for himself, but she
felt bad since they had invited him. She let it go and tapped Renesmee’s arm. “I’m going to little
girls’ room; I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Having fun yet?” Jacob asked when she was gone.
Renesmee nodded. “Yeah. I’m glad you could come.”
“Me, too. What are you going to do after lunch?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. Probably walk around town a little bit then go back to their house.”
“Would you mind if I walked with you?” He reached over and held his hand out.
She smiled and took it. “I would really like it if you did.”
They were both quiet for a minute as they stared at each other. Every moment she spent near him,
she felt more and more attracted to him. She didn’t think it was all about his looks; every part of her
was just drawn to him like a magnet.
“So your parents are going to Italy?” Jacob asked as he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
She nodded. “Yeah. It’s their twentieth anniversary.”
“Nice. How long will you stay here then?” He didn’t like pretending that he didn’t know, but he didn’t
want to explain how he did yet, either.
“Three months. They’ll be getting back the first part of September before my birthday.”
“Oh, when’s your birthday? And how old will you be?” This was something new, and he leaned
forward in his seat.
Renesmee smiled. “It’s September fourteenth. I’ll be nineteen. What about you?”
“February twentieth. I’ll be twenty-six.” He hated lying to her about his age, but he had a feeling his
real age would freak her out a little bit. Either the biological one or the chronological one.
Perpetually sixteen was a little weird to explain, and thirty-one would undoubtedly be too old for her.
Alice came back followed closely by the waitress with their orders. Renesmee reluctantly took her
hand back so she could eat.
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