This truck is old enough to be your car’s grandfather — have some respect.

I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.

I didn’t know if there ever was a choice, really. I was already in too deep. Now that I knew — if I knew — I could do nothing about my frightening secret. Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.

In his rearview mirror, Edward’s eyes were on me. He was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if he’d heard every word Tyler had said. My foot itched toward the gas pedal… one little bump wouldn’t hurt any of them, just that glossy silver paint job. I revved the engine.

I was wishing that I could believe that you were real. And I was wishing that I wasn’t afraid.

His cold touch on my skin never failed to make my heart thud erratically. Twice, when that happened, I caught a look on his face that made me sure he could somehow hear it.

I’d given more information than necessary in my unwilling honesty, and I worried it would provoke the strange anger that flared whenever I slipped and revealed too clearly how obsessed I was.

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

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Bella: We’ll live in Antarctica.

Edward: Penguins. Lovely.

He came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly against my chest. Listening to my heart.