Then there was a movement in the night, right beside me. Edward slid through my open window, his hands colder than the rain. “Is Jacob out there?” I asked, shivering as Edward pulled me into the circle of his arm. “Yes… somewhere. And Esme’s on her way home.” I sighed. “It’s so cold and wet. This is silly.” I shivered again. He chuckled. “It’s only cold to you, Bella.”
