Jacob gave her a smile and a shake of his head at her kiss, not sure if he should feel relieved or not that he hadn't given her the full story about the little dance he and Edward seemed to be doing. She probably would have ruined him but she might have been able to get the pirate to jog his own memory. It hardly mattered now though. They were having fun and that was good enough.
And then Edward as offering him the bottle and Jacob endeavored not to look any lower than the cut of the man's jaw as he accepted it. Or maybe his clavicle. Or maybe his tattoos. When they reached his navel Jacob decided they'd gone too far and they jumped back up to the pirate's eyes. "If we're still interested in skin, you could tell us about your tattoos."