A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Renesmee smiled. “Thanks, Aunt Alice.”
Alice nodded and cleaned the thermometer. As she did, she wondered curiously what Jacob’s would
be. Renesmee had told her about the strange way he’d avoided it before. She wanted to know, but
she didn’t want to put any more tension in the room. Jasper meant well, but he knew how to make
things awkward. Instead of asking, she went to put the thermometer away.
Renesmee laid down for a while longer, Jacob still at her side.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you’d rather be doing?” she asked as they got situated on the
couch.
“There is, but they all involve you not being sick. Until then, I’m determined to help you feel better.”
She smiled and turned so she was facing him. Her face was inches from his and her body pressed
against him. There was something so different about it that made her breath catch. She suddenly
wanted nothing more than to kiss him wildly and wrap her legs around him. The place between her
legs seemed to be begging for it, craving some friction. She cleared her throat and scooted back an
inch.
“Thank you. You’re so sweet to me, Jake.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her lips. She pulled back suddenly, and he furrowed his brow.
“What?” he asked. His arms around her pulled her close again.
“I might not have a fever anymore, but I’m still sick. Don’t kiss me like that yet.”
He smirked and leaned in again to claim her lips. She stiffened until he pulled back. “I’ve told you
twice now that I’m not going to get sick. When will you believe me?”
She furrowed her brow and pushed on his chest. “When you don’t get sick. Jacob, don’t do that. I
told you not to kiss me.”
Shame filled him in an instant. His eyes widened, and his arms loosed their hold on her. “Ness, I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” His gut churned at the thought of kissing her without her
permission. “It was wrong of me to assume that you’d only asked because you’re worried. Forgive
me?”
Her annoyance softened. She lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “Of course I forgive you. I want
to kiss you, Jake, I really do. But, I am sick and I don’t think you really understand that you’re
vulnerable, too. You’re not some superhuman. My dad is a doctor; I have learned a lot more about
disease than I care to know. You’ve probably already caught it.”
He smirked and kissed her forehead. “I love you, baby. I love that you’re so concerned. I promise to
load up on anti-flu medicine, okay?”
She sighed and scooted down to lean into him and rest her head on his chest. “Okay.”
He tightened his arms around her again and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Get some more
rest, Ness.”
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