Elliot closed her eyes again when Jacob ran his arm under her own shirt. Her hand matched his movements, as it ran up her back, her own ran up his chest. She couldn't fathom how in love with Jacob she was. Had you told her three years ago, before everything broke out, that she'd be lying here like this with the shirtless Jacob, not only would she have probably screamed with glee like the pathetic teenaged girl she was and still was, she'd be utterly amazed. If you told her that it was her who made the first move, she'd be dumbstruck. It was amazing what possibly dying could do to a person. 

She pressed herself against Jacob, removing any room left between them. Her hand moved along the upper part of his chest, in the small gap between them. She laughed a little at herself, at how spellbound Jacob had her.