I can’t explain it right… but he’s even more unbelievable behind the face.

Be very still.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasn’t the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard.

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting.

I sighed and opened my eyes. And Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes.

So it was going to be one of those days.

Why couldn’t I ever have a pleasant conversation with Mike anymore without it getting awkward?

W-o-w. Edward Cullen.

I told you — you don’t see yourself clearly at all. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known. You fascinate me.