And how long have you been seventeen?

Do you have a multiple personality disorder?

And you accused me of dazzling people — poor Jacob Black.

Could the Cullens be vampires? Well, they were something. Something outside the possibility of rational justification was taking place in front of my incredulous eyes. Whether it be Jacob’s cold ones or my own superhero theory, Edward Cullen was not… human. He was something more.

I felt silly, asking for clarification on make-believe.

He looks at you like… like you’re something to eat.

I promise to try to be safe. I’ll do the laundry tonight — that ought to be fraught with peril.

Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn’t get used to it, though I’d been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface.

I’ve told you, on the one hand, the hunger — the thirst — that, deplorable creature that I am, I feel for you. And I think you can understand that, to an extent. Though as you are not addicted to any illegal substances, you probably can’t empathize completely.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.