I considered taking out the rear of his shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses.

It’s too easy to be myself with you.

Do you think that if I ran him over with my truck he would stop feeling guilty about the accident? That he might give up on making amends and call it even?

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.

The blush on your cheeks is lovely.

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.

Don’t you see, Bella? It’s one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for you to be so involved.

I do want to know what you’re thinking — everything. I just wish… that you wouldn’t be thinking some things.