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

“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.”

“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.”

“His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny.What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious."Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?"Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way.But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious."Well, then, thanks. Sort of."I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.”

“Each minute, not knowing if Jacob was breathing or not, had seemed like ten lifetimes.”

“Yeah right,' Jacob muttered. 'I'm sure he's quite the pacifist.”

“Jacob was simply a perpetually happy person, and he carried this happiness with him like an aura, sharing it with whoever was near him. Lika an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was.”