I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I’d never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated facade. He’d never been less human… or more beautiful.

I hear voices in my mind and you’re worried that you’re the freak.

He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon.

People are predictable. But you… you never do what I expect. You always take me by surprise.

His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be.

You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?

You’re always curious.

W-o-w. Edward Cullen.

His liquid topaz eyes were penetrating — trying futilely, I assumed, to lift the truth straight from my mind.

It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn’t simply read your thoughts to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn’t used to having to go to such circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica’s mind… her mind isn’t very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn’t know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating.