Jacob's not big on huge romantic acts. At the moment, he'd just grabbed you by the back of your shirt during lunch and dragged you over to the empty table he was sitting at. No words, no eye contact. But the moment you sat down next to him his hand gripped yours tightly as he ate.

It wasn't possessive, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. When you choked on your food he quickly handed you his water bottle and patted your back before grumbling, "Are you stupid? Why are you always choking?"