Bella launched herself at Jacob as soon as the door was open, her arms tight around his neck, her face buried in his muscley chest. She couldn't quite believe he was back. It was brilliant. He was so warm and alive and wonderful. She almost felt like crying, she was so happy to see him. She didn't want to let him go. "Don't leave again," she said into his chest before pulling back to look up at him.
It was as she stood there, looking up into that familiar, lovely face, that she decided to do something really stupid. Before she had time to think, she pushed herself up on tip toes and kissed him. And kissed him. And didn't stop kissing him.