I’m not used to feeling so human. Is it always like this?

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.

I wish you could feel the… complexity… the confusion… I feel. That you could understand.

No one could be still like Edward. He closed his eyes and became as immobile as stone, a carving under my hand.

I knew at any moment it could be too much, and my life could end — so quickly that I might not even notice. And I couldn’t make myself be afraid. I couldn’t think of anything, except that he was touching me.

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

Be very still.

The blush on your cheeks is lovely.

He raised his free hand and placed it gently on the side of my neck. I sat very still, the chill of his touch a natural warning — a warning telling me to be terrified. But there was no feeling of fear in me. There were, however, other feelings…

It was just how close you were. Most humans instinctively shy away from us, are repelled by our alienness… I wasn’t expecting you to come so close. And the smell of your throat.