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.

It’s not only your company I crave! Never forget that. Never forget I am more dangerous to you than I am to anyone else.

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

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

Do you have a multiple personality disorder?

Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror. His face stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock.

He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial.

Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human?