You've never handled the cold pretty well. It was annoying, especially since you've moved to Forks where the weather was freezing. This had caused you to dress impecably warm. Two to three layers, always carrying an extra jacket everywhere—a hussle.

You disliked Edward for that same reason. He was damn too cold, like touching ice directly. Jacob, on the other hand. God, you would cling to him every second, and he loved it.

In the truck on the way home, the windows fogged and your body is shivering, Jacob notices. His lips twitch into a small smile, knowing how you are.

"108 degrees over here." He says softly, making you smile as you immediately slide to him for warmth.