onto it obstinately。
〃This doesn't really bother you； does it？〃 he demanded； squeezing my fingers。
〃No；〃 I sighed。 Truthfully； it felt nice。 His hand was so much warmer than
mine； I always felt too cold
these days。
〃And you don't care what he thinks。〃 Jacob jerked his thumb toward the
bathroom。
〃I guess not。〃
〃So what's the problem？〃
〃The problem；〃 I said； 〃is； that it means something different to me than it
does to you。〃
〃Well。〃 He tightened his hand around mine 〃That's my problem； isn't it？〃
〃Fine；〃 I grumbled。 〃Don't forget it； though。〃
〃I won't。 The pin's out of the grenade for me； now； eh？〃 He poked me in the
ribs。
I rolled my eyes。 I guess if he felt like making a joke out of it； he was
entitled。
He chuckled quietly for a minute while his pinky finger absently traced
designs against the side of my
hand。
〃That's a funny scar you've got there；〃 he suddenly said； twisting my hand to
examine it。 〃How did that
happen？〃
The index finger of his free hand followed the line of the long silvery
crescent that was barely visible
against my pale skin。
I scowled。 〃Do you honestly expect me to remember where all my scars e
from？〃
I waited for the memory to hit—to open the gaping hole。 But； as it so often
did； Jacob's presence kept
me whole。
〃It's cold；〃 he murmured； pressing lightly against the place where James had
cut me with his teeth。
And then Mike stumbled out of the bathroom； his face ashen and covered in
sweat。 He looked horrible。
〃Oh； Mike；〃 I gasped。
〃Do you mind leaving early？〃 he whispered。
〃No； of course not。