Bella: How strong will I be?
Edward: Stronger than I am.
Bella: Stronger than Emmett?
Edward: Yes. Do me a favor and challenge him to an arm-wrestling match. It would be a good experience for him.
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…