“His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny.What?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious.”Nothing. I just hadn’t realised before. Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?”Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way.But Jacob rolled his eyes. “You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?” “I’m serious.”Well, then, thanks. Sort of.”I grinned. “You’re sort of welcome.” ― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon