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           Sheturnedunwillinglytowardme.

           IpickedthefirstthingIsawonthemenu."Um...I’llhavethemushroomravioli."

           "Andyou?"Sheturnedbacktohimwithasmile.

           "Nothingforme,"hesaid.Ofcoursenot.

           "Letmeknowifyouchangeyourmind."Thecoysmilewasstillinplace,buthewasn’tlookingather,andsheleftdissatisfied.

           "Drink,"heordered.

           Isippedatmysodaobediently,andthendrankmoredeeply,surprisedbyhowthirstyIwas.IrealizedIhadfinishedthewholethingwhenhepushedhisglasstowardme.

           "Thanks,"Imuttered,stillthirsty.Thecoldfromtheicysodawasradiatingthroughmychest,andIshivered.

           "Areyoucold?"

           "It’sjusttheCoke,"Iexplained,shiveringagain.

           "Don’tyouhaveajacket?"Hisvoicewasdisapproving.

           "Yes."Ilookedattheemptybenchnexttome."Oh-IleftitinJessica’scar,"Irealized.

           Edwardwasshruggingoutofhisjacket.IsuddenlyrealizedthatIhadneveroncenoticedwhathewaswearing-notjusttonight,butever.Ijustcouldn’tseemtolookawayfromhisface.Imademyselflooknow,focusing.Hewasremovingalightbeigeleatherjacketnow;underneathhe

           woreanivoryturtlenecksweater.Itfithimsnugly,emphasizinghowmuscularhischestwas.

           Hehandedmethejacket,interruptingmyogling.

           "Thanks,"Isaidagain,slidingmyarmsintohisjacket.Itwascold-thewaymyjacketfeltwhenIfirstpickeditupinthemorning,hanginginthedraftyhallway.Ishiveredagain.Itsmelledamazing.Iinhaled,tryingtoidentifythedeliciousscent.Itdidn’tsmelllikecologne.