Eclipse (Twilight, #3)

by Stephenie Meyer

You have some serious issues with the classics,”

“I don’t care who’s a vampire and who’s a werewolf. That’s irrelevant. You are Jacob, and he is Edward, and I am Bella. And nothing else matters.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “But I am a werewolf,” he said unwillingly. “And he is a vampire,” he added with obvious revulsion. “And I’m a Virgo!” I shouted, exasperated.

“Until my heart stops beating.” He grinned back. “You know, I think maybe I’d still take you—maybe. I guess that depends on how much you stink.”