“Kiss me, Jacob. Kiss me, and then come back.”

“But I don't count that as a kiss, Jacob. I think of it more as an assault.""Ouch! That's cold.”

“So, how come Jacob Black gets togive you a gift and I don't? Because I have nothingto give back to you. Bella, you give me everythingjust by breathing.”

“This is making me sick, Jacob. Can you imagine what this feels like to me? I don’t even like Bella Swan. And you’ve got me grieving over this leech-lover like I’m in love with her, too. Can you see where that might be a little confusing? I dreamed about kissing her last night! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

“True love was forever lost. The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess, after all. So what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn't break any spells?Maybe it would be easy - like holding his hand or having his arms around me. Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't fell like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.”

“What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!”

“Better than anything you've come up with," Jacob answered, his human voice startling me. "Go fetch a space heater," he grumbled. "I'm not a St. Bernard.”