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3 eclipse月食-第43部分
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“What’s so funny?”
But Edward just grinned and loped off toward the trees without answering。
Grumbling to myself; I went to clean up the kitchen。 Before I even had the sink full of water; the doorbell
rang。 It was hard to get used to how much faster Jacob was without his car。 How everyone seemed to be so
much faster than me。 。 。 。
“Come in; Jake!” I shouted。
I was concentrating on piling the dishes into the bubbly water; and I’d forgotten that Jacob moved like a
ghost these days。 So it made me jump when his voice was suddenly there behind me。
“Should you really leave your door unlocked like that? Oh; sorry。”
I’d slopped myself with the dishwater when he’d startled me。
“I’m not worried about anyone who would be deterred by a locked door;” I said while I wiped the front
of my shirt with a dishtowel。
“Good point;” he agreed。
I turned to look at him; eyeing him critically。 “Is it really so impossible to wear clothes; Jacob?” I asked。
Once again; Jacob was bare…chested; wearing nothing but a pair of old cut…off jeans。 Secretly; I wondered if
he was just so proud of his new muscles that he couldn’t stand to cover them up。 I had to admit; they were
impressive — but I’d never thought of him as vain。 “I mean; I know you don’t get cold anymore; but still。”
He ran a hand through his wet hair; it was falling in his eyes。
“It’s just easier;” he explained。
“What’s easier?”
He smiled condescendingly。 “It’s enough of a pain to carry the shorts around with me; let alone a complete
outfit。 What do I look like; a pack mule?”
I frowned。 “What are you talking about; Jacob?”
His expression was superior; like I was missing something obvious。 “My clothes don’t just pop in and out
of existence when I change — I have to carry them with me while I run。 Pardon me for keeping my burden
light。”
I changed color。 “I guess I didn’t think about that;” I muttered。
He laughed and pointed to a black leather cord; thin as a strand of yarn; that was wound three times
below his left calf like an anklet。 I hadn’t noticed before that his feet were bare; too。 “That’s more than just a
fashion statement — it sucks to carry jeans in your mouth。”
I didn’t know what to say to that。
He grinned。 “Does my being half…naked bother you?”
“No。”
Jacob laughed again; and I turned my back on him to focus on the dishes。 I hoped he realized my blush
was left over from embarrassment at my own stupidity; and had nothing to do with his question。
“Well; I suppose I should get to work。” He sighed。 “I wouldn’t want to give him an excuse to say I’m
slacking on my side。”
“Jacob; it’s not your job —”
He raised a hand to cut me off。 “I’m working on a volunteer basis here。 Now; where is the intruder’s scent
the worst?”
“My bedroom; I think。”
His eyes narrowed。 He didn’t like that any more than Edward had。
“I’ll just be a minute。”
I methodically scrubbed the plate I was holding。 The only sound was the brush’s plastic bristles scraping
round and round on the ceramic。 I listened for something from above; a creak of the floorboard; the click of a
door。 There was nothing。 I realized I’d been cleaning the same plate far longer than necessary; and I tried to
pay attention to what I was doing。
“Whew!” Jacob said; inches behind me; scaring me again。
“Yeesh; Jake; cut that out!”
“Sorry。 Here —” Jacob took the towel and mopped up my new spill。 “I’ll make it up to you。 You wash;
I’ll rinse and dry。”
“Fine。” I gave him the plate。
“Well; the scent was easy enough to catch。 By the way; your room reeks。”
“I’ll buy some air freshener。”
He laughed。
I washed and he dried in companionable silence for a few minutes。
“Can I ask you something?”
I handed him another plate。 “That depends on what you want to know。”
“I’m not trying to be a jerk or anything — I’m honestly curious;” Jacob assured me。
“Fine。 Go ahead。”
He paused for half a second。 “What’s it like — having a vampire for a boyfriend?”
I rolled my eyes。 “It’s the best。”
“I’m serious。 The idea doesn’t bother you — it never creeps you out?”
“Never。”
He was silent as he reached for the bowl in my hands。 I peeked up at his face — he was frowning; his
lower lip jutting out。
“Anything else?” I asked。
He wrinkled his nose again。 “Well 。 。 。 I was wondering 。 。 。 do you 。 。 。 y’know; kiss him?”
I laughed。 “Yes。”
He shuddered。 “Ugh。”
“To each her own;” I murmured。
“You don’t worry about the fangs?”
I smacked his arm; splashing him with dishwater。 “Shut up; Jacob! You know he doesn’t have fangs!”
“Close enough;” he muttered。
I gritted my teeth and scrubbed a boning knife with more force than necessary。
“Can I ask another one?” he asked softly when I passed the knife to him。 “Just curious; again。”
“Fine;” I snapped。
He turned the knife over and over in his hands under the stream of water。 When he spoke; it was only a
whisper。 “You said a few weeks。 。 。 。 When; exactly 。 。 。 ?” He couldn’t finish。
“Graduation;” I whispered back; watching his face warily。 Would this set him off again?
“So soon;” he breathed; his eyes closing。 It didn’t sound like a question。 It sounded like a lament。 The
muscles in his arms tightened and his shoulders were stiff。
“OW!” he shouted; it had gotten so still in the room that I jumped a foot in the air at his outburst。
His right hand had curled into a tense fist around the blade of the knife — he unclenched his hand and the
knife clattered onto the counter。 Across his palm was a long; deep gash。 The blood streamed down his fingers
and dripped on the floor。
“Damn it! Ouch!” he complained。
My head spun and my stomach rolled。 I clung to the countertop with one hand; took a deep breath
through my mouth; and forced myself to get a grip so that I could take care of him。
“Oh; no; Jacob! Oh; crap! Here; wrap this around it!” I shoved the dish towel at him; reaching for his
hand。 He shrugged away from me。
“It’s nothing; Bella; don’t worry about it。”
The room started to shimmer a little around the edges。
I took another deep breath。 “Don’t worry?! You sliced your hand open!”
He ignored the dish towel I pushed at him。 He put his hand under the faucet and let the water wash over
the wound。 The water ran red。 My head whirled。
“Bella;” he said。
I looked away from the wound; up to his face。 He was frowning; but his expression was calm。
“What?”
“You look like you’re going to pass out; and you’re biting your lip off。 Stop it。 Relax。 Breathe。 I’m fine。”
I inhaled through my mouth and removed my teeth from my lower lip。 “Don’t be brave。”
He rolled his eyes。
“Let’s go。 I’ll drive you to the ER。” I was pretty sure
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