A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She bit her lip for a moment. “Or you could let it grow out like Embry’s.” She imagined Jake with hair
that went to his chin. She liked it.
He smirked. “I could just shave it all off.”
She grimaced. “No, you can’t. You are never allowed to shave it off, Jacob; I mean it.”
He pulled her back in and kissed her. “Okay, but I’m not growing it out either. I’ll let you give me
another of your famous erotic haircuts.”
She laughed and nodded. “I’ll see if I can pencil you in sometime.”
“In the meantime, let’s get back to your parents.”
She jumped up and shook herself off. She had leaves everywhere, especially in her hair. Jacob
plucked one out for her and let it fall to the ground before he stripped off his pants to shift. She
climbed on his back and used the ride to get most of the debris cleaned off. When they reached the
house, staying in the trees far enough to stay hidden, she climbed down and looked up at her
window. Jacob shifted and pulled his shorts on then stood beside her.
“You wanna go first?” he asked.
She looked up at him. Despite her new agility and strength, she doubted she’d be able to get to the
second-story window. “What if it’s locked?”
“The lock’s broken. Go ahead.” He gestured for her to take the lead.
She swallowed and surveyed the side of the house looking for the best approach. Jacob watched her
to see what she’d do. He wanted her to go first to prove that she could do it without his help. Finally
she nodded and went in. Instead of climbing, she took a running start and jumped. She landed
beside her window, using the rain gutter to hold her up as she reached over and slid the glass open.
She slipped into the room, landing in a crouch on the carpet. She stood up and stepped back to let
Jacob in. Once he was in, he shut the window and turned to her.
Renesmee smiled and sucked in a deep breath, then turned to find new clothes. Jacob did his best
to keep his hands to himself as she changed. Her family’s voices downstairs helped him stay in line.
When she was dressed, she took his hand, and they walked out the door.
Bella looked up when her daughter and Jacob came in the living room. She smiled.
“I didn’t hear you guys come back in,” she said. They sat in the recliner, Renesmee on Jacob’s lap.
Bella raised an eyebrow. “And you changed.”
Renesmee nodded. “Yeah. I kind of ripped up my other clothes running through the trees and stuff.
We came in through the bedroom window so I could get different clothes.”
“Oh, I see. So the . . . hunt was successful?”
Edward squirmed uncomfortably. Bella reached over and squeezed his hand.
“Yeah, it was.”
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