“No,” I sighed. Truthfully, it felt nice. His hand was so much warmer than mine; I always felt too cold these days.
“And you don’t care what he thinks.” Jacob jerked his thumb toward the bathroom.
“I guess not.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“The problem,” I said, “is that it means something different to me than it does to you.”
“Well.” He tightened his hand around mine. “That’s my problem, isn’t it?”
“Fine,” I grumbled. “Don’t forget it, though.”
“I won’t. The pin’s out of the grenade for me, now, eh?” He poked me in the ribs.
I rolled my eyes. I guess if he felt like making a joke out of it, he was entitled.
He chuckled quietly for a minute while his pinky finger absently traced designs against the side of my hand.
“That’s a funny scar you’ve got there,” he suddenly said, twisting my hand to examine it. “How did that happen?”
The index finger of his free hand followed the line of the long silvery crescent that was barely visible against my pale skin.
I scowled. “Do you honestly expect me to remember where all my scars come from?”
I waited for the memory to hit—to open the gaping hole. But, as it so often did, Jacob’s presence kept me whole.
“It’s cold,” he murmured, pressing lightly against the place where James had cut me with his teeth.
And then Mike stumbled out of the bathroom, his face ashen and covered in sweat. He looked horrible.
“Oh, Mike,” I gasped.
“Do you mind leaving early?” he whispered.
“No, of course not.” I pulled my hand free and went to help Mike walk. He looked unsteady.
“Movie too much for you?” Jacob asked heartlessly.
Mike’s glare was malevolent. “I didn’t actually see any of it,” he mumbled. “I was nauseated before the lights went down.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” I scolded as we staggered toward the exit.
“I was hoping it would pass,” he said.
“Just a sec,” Jacob said as we reached the door. He walked quickly back to the concession stand.
“Could I have an empty popcorn bucket?” he asked the salesgirl. She looked at Mike once, and then thrust a bucket at Jacob.
“Get him outside, please,” she begged. She was obviously the one who would have to clean the floor.
I towed Mike out into the cool, wet air. He inhaled deeply. Jacob was right behind us. He helped me get Mike into the back of the car, and handed him the bucket with a serious gaze.
“Please,” was all Jacob said.
We rolled down the windows, letting the icy night air blow through the car, hoping it would help Mike. I curled my arms around my legs to keep warm.
“Cold, again?” Jacob asked, putting his arm around me before I could answer.
“You’re not?”
He shook his head.
“You must have a fever or something,” I grumbled. It was freezing. I touched my fingers to his forehead, and his head was hot.
“Whoa, Jake—you’re burning up!”
“I feel fine.” He shrugged. “Fit as a fiddle.”
I frowned and touched his head again. His skin blazed under my fingers.
“Your hands are like ice,” he complained.
“Maybe it’s me,” I allowed.
Mike groaned in the backseat, and threw up in the bucket. I grimaced, hoping my own stomach could stand the sound and smell. Jacob checked anxiously over his shoulder to make sure his car wasn’t defiled.
The road felt longer on the way back.
Jacob was quiet, thoughtful. He left his arm around me, and it was so warm that the cold wind felt good.
I stared out the windshield, consumed with guilt.
It was so wrong to encourage Jacob. Pure selfishness. It didn’t matter that I’d tried to make my position clear. If he felt any hope at all that this could turn into something other than friendship, then I hadn’t been clear enough.
How could I explain so that he would understand? I was an empty shell. Like a vacant house—condemned—for months I’d been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The front room was in better repair. But that was all—just the one small piece. He deserved better than that—better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put me back in working order.
Yet I knew that I wouldn’t send him away, regardless. I needed him too much, and I was selfish. Maybe I could make my side more clear, so that he would know to leave me. The thought made me shudder, and Jacob tightened his arm around me.
I drove Mike home in his Suburban, while Jacob followed behind us to take me home. Jacob was quiet all the way back to my house, and I wondered if he were thinking the same things that I was. Maybe he was changing his mind.