I responded to his intensity, and then suddenly we were falling. “Oops,” I said, and he laughed underneath me. “I didn’t mean to tackle you like that. Are you okay?” He stroked my face. “Slightly better than okay.” And then a perplexed expression crossed his face. “Renesmee?” he asked uncertainly, trying to ascertain what I wanted most in this moment. A very difficult question to answer, because…