“Jacob stared for another minute, and then he suddenly frowned. "Well, damn!" he growled.”

“A man in the jungle at night, as someone said, may suppose a hyena's growl to be a lion's; but when he hears the lion's growl, he knows damn well it's a lion.”

“Try to relax," he suggested as another shiver rippled through me violently. "You'll be warm in a minute. Of course, you'd warm up faster if you took your clothes off."Edward growled sharply."That's just a simple fact," Jacob defended himself. "Survival 101.”

“I am not worthy." he said softly."Damn fucking straight," someone growled.”

“So this is what it's like to be in love?" he mused quietly. And then he frowned. "Damn. Now what do I do?”

“No, Jacob," I whimpered, fighting against the budding tears. "No, never.""You're not crying?" he demanded, his voice suddenly back to it's normal tone. He twitched impatiently in the bed.”