I looked at Jacob admiraling. He in return eyed me playfully, a wide grin stretching across his face. His eyes narrowed as he focused in on my features. I suddenly felt self-conscious,"What?" I asked, worried that he discovered a flaw, an imperfection on me. He reached out and ever so slightly let his finger trail across the skin of my collarbone and stopping altogether at one spot. "What's that?" he asked innocently. I made a horrible attempt to look down at my collarbone, but of course failed. Instead I let my finger trail around the area that he so delicately pointed out to me. Now I knew what he meant. I smiled in relief, " Oh, that's just a beauty mark," I told him, lost in his intense golden eyes, mesmerized. Jacob ran his finger along my collarbone again despite himself, leaving a trail of heat along my cold, hard skin. I loved how it felt though, as if I were so fragile, so breakable... which wasn;t the case. I'm nearly indestructable. I never understood why I felt such an unearthly attraction to him. After all, weren't we supposed to be enemies? Weren't our veins flowing with endless hate for each other? Yet I was horrified at the thought of ever losing him. It's quite a shame I was never given any answers, just more questions. "I wish I had a beauty mark like that," Jacob chuckled, interupting my thoughts. I couldn't help but to laugh, "But that would make you look... feminine." Jacob sighed," You think so?." I studied him carefully, considering every detail on his body, "Yes," I answered, sinking deeper into his stare until I was sure I'd never be able to resurface, " probably."