waist。 His burning hand found the skin at the small of my back； and he yanked me forward； bowing my body
against his。
His lips gave up on mine for a moment； but I knew he was nowhere close to finished。 His mouth followed
the line of my jaw； and then explored the length of my neck。 He freed my hair； reaching for my other arm to
draw it around his neck like the first。
Then both of his arms were constricted around my waist； and his lips found my ear。
“You can do better than this； Bella；” he whispered huskily。 “You’re overthinking it。”
I shivered as I felt his teeth graze my earlobe。
“That’s right；” he murmured。 “For once； just let yourself feel what you feel。”
I shook my head mechanically until one of his hands wound back into my hair and stopped me。
His voice turned acidic。 “Are you sure you want me to come back？ Or did you really want me to die？”
Anger rocked through me like the whiplash after a heavy punch。 That was too much — he wasn’t fighting
fair。
My arms were already around his neck； so I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair — ignoring the stabbing pain
in my right hand — and fought back； struggling to pull my face away from his。
And Jacob misunderstood。
He was too strong to recognize that my hands； trying to yank his hair out by the roots； meant to cause him
pain。 Instead of anger； he imagined passion。 He thought I was finally responding to him。
With a wild gasp； he brought his mouth back to mine； his fingers clutching frantically against the skin at my
waist。
The jolt of anger unbalanced my tenuous hold on self…control； his unexpected； ecstatic response overthrew
it entirely。 If there had been only triumph； I might have been able to resist him。 But the utter defenselessness of
his sudden joy cracked my determination； disabled it。 My brain disconnected from my body； and I was kissing
him back。 Against all reason； my lips were movingwith his in strange； confusing ways they’d never moved
before — because I didn’t have to be careful with Jacob； and he certainly wasn’t being careful with me。
My fingers tightened in his hair； but I was pulling him closer now。
He was everywhere。 The piercing sunlight turned my eyelids red； and the color fit； matched the heat。 The
heat was everywhere。 I couldn’t see or hear or feel anything that wasn’t Jacob。
The tiny piece of my brain that retained sanity screamed questions at me。
Why wasn’t I stopping this？ Worse than that； why couldn’t I find inmyself even the desire to want to
stop？ What did it mean that I didn’t want him to stop？ That my hands clung to his shoulders； and liked that
they were wide and strong？ That his hands pulled me too tight against his body； and yet it was not tight enough
for me？
The questions were stupid； because I knew the answer： I’d been lying to myself。
Jacob was right。 He’d been right all along。 He was more than just my friend。 That’s why it was so
impossible to tell him goodbye — because I was in love with him。 Too。 I loved him； much more than I should；
and yet； still nowhere near enough。 I was in love with him； but it was not enough to change anything； it was
only enough to hurt us both more。 To hurt him worse than I ever had。
I didn’t care about more than that — than his pain。 I more than deserved whatever pain this caused me。 I
hoped it was bad。 I hoped I would really suffer。
In this moment； it felt as though we were the same person。 His pain had always been and would always be
my pain — now his joy was my joy。 I felt joy； too； and yet his happiness was somehow also pain。 Almost
tangible — it burned against my skin like acid； a slow torture。
For one brief； never…ending second； an entirely different path expanded behind the lids of my tear…wet
eyes。 As if I were looking through the filter of Jacob’s thoughts； I could see exactly what I was going to give
up； exactly what this new self…knowledge would not save me from losing。 I could see Charlie and Renée
mixed into a strange collage with Billy and Sam and La Push。 I could see years passing； and meaning
something as they passed； changing me。 I could see the enormous red…brown wolf that I loved； always
standing as protector if I needed him。 For the tiniest fragment of that second； I saw the bobbing heads of two
small； black…haired children； running away from me into the familiar forest。 When they disappeared； they took
the rest of the vision with them。
And then； quite distinctly； I felt the splintering along the fissure line in my heart as the smaller part
wrenched itself away from the whole。
Jacob’s lips were still before mine were。 I opened my eyes and he was staring at me with wonder and
elation。
“I have to leave；” he whispered。
“No。”
He smiled； pleased by my response。 “I won’t be long；” he promised。 “But one thing first 。 。 。”
He bent to kiss me again； and there was no reason to resist。 What would be the point？
This time was different。 His hands were soft on my face and his warm lips were gentle； unexpectedly
hesitant。 It was brief； and very； very sweet。
His arms curled around me； and he hugged me securely while he whispered in my ear。
“That should have been our first kiss。 Better late than never。”
Against his chest； where he couldn’t see； the tears welled up and spilled over。
24。 SNAP DECISION
I LAY FACEDOWN ACROSS THE SLEEPING BAG； WAITING for justice to find me。 Maybe an avalanche would bury
me here。 I wished it would。 I never wanted to have to see my face in the mirror again。
There was no sound to warn me。 Out of nowhere； Edward’s cold hand stroked against my knotted hair。 I
shuddered guiltily at his touch。
“Are you all right？” he murmured； his voice anxious。
“No。 I want to die。”
“That will never happen。 I won’t allow it。”
I groaned and then whispered； “You might change your mind about that。”
“Where’s Jacob？”
“He went to fight；” I mumbled into the floor。
Jacob had left the little camp joyfully — with a cheerful “I’ll be right back” — running full tilt for the
clearing； already quivering as he prepared to shift to his other self。 By now the whole pack knew everything。
Seth Clearwater； pacing outside the tent； was an intimate witness to my disgrace。
Edward was silent for a long moment。 “Oh；” he finally said。
The tone of his voice worried me that my avalanche wasn’t coming fast enough。 I peeked up at him and；
sure enough； his eyes were unfocused as he listened to something I’d rather die than have him hear。 I dropped
my face back to the floor。
It stunned me when Edward chuckled reluctantly。
“And I thought I fought dirty；” he said with grudging admiration。 “He makes me look like the patron saint
of ethics。” His hand brushed against the part of my cheek that was exposed。 “I’m not mad at you； love。
Jacob’s more cunning than I gave him credit for。 I do wish you hadn’t asked him； though。”
“Edward；” I whispered to the rough nylon。 “I 。 。 。 I 。 。 。 I’m —”
“Shh；” he hushed me； his fingers soothing against my cheek。 “That’s not what I meant。 It’s just that he
would have kissed you anyway — even if you hadn’t fallen for it — and now I don’t have an excuse to break
his face。 I would have really enjoyed that； too。”
“Fallen for it？” I mumbled almost incomprehensibly。
“Bella； did you really believe he was that noble？ That he would go out in a flame of glory just to clear the
way for me？”
I raised my head slowly to meet his patient gaze。 His expression was soft； his eyes were full of
understanding rather than the revulsion I deserved to see。
“Yes； I did believe that；” I muttered； and then looked away。 But I didn’t feel any anger at Jacob for
tricking me。 There wasn’t enough room in my body to contain anything besides the hatred I felt toward myself。
Edward laughed softly again。 “You’re such a bad liar； you’ll believe anyone who has the least bit of skill。”
“Why aren’t you angry with me？” I whispered。 “Why don’t you hate me？ Or haven’t you heard the whole
story yet？”
“I think I got a fairly comprehensive look；” he said in a light； easy voice。 “Jacob makes vivid mental
pictures。 I feel almost as bad for his pack as I do for myself。 Poor Seth was getting nauseated。 But Sam is
making Jacob focus now。”
I closed my eyes and shook my head in agony。 The sharp nylon fibers of the tent floor scraped against my
skin。
“You’re only human；” he whispered； stroking my hair again。
“That’s the most miserable defense I’ve ever heard。”
“But you are human； Bella。 And； as much as I might wish otherwise； so is he。 。 。 。 There are holes in your
life that I can’t fill。 I understand that。”
“But that’s not true。 That’s what makes me so horrible。 There are no holes。”
“You love him；” he murmured gently。
Every cell in my body ached to deny it。
“I love you more；” I said。 It was the best I could do。
“Yes； I know that； too。 But 。 。 。 when I left you； Bella； I left you bleeding。 Jacob was the one to stitch you
back up again。 That was bound to leave its mark — on both of you。 I’m not sure those kinds of stitches
dissolve on their own。 I can’t blame either of you for something I made necessary。 I may gain forgiveness； but
that doesn’t let me escape the consequences。”
“I should have known you’d find some way to blame yourself。 Please stop。 I can’t stand it。”
“What would you like me to say？”
“I want you to call me every bad name you can think of； in every language you know。 I want you to tell me
that you’re disgusted with me and that you’re going to leave so that I can beg and grovel on my knees for you
to stay。”
“I’m sorry。” He sighed。 “I can’t do that。”
“At least stop trying to make me feel better。 Let me suffer。 I deserve it。”
“No；” he murmured。
I nodded slowly。 “You’re right。 Keep on being too und