I’m afraid you’re going to have to make a choice.

She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

Jared glared balefully at the old man, his eyes full of the shock and pain of the betrayed. I had only human comparisons for such a look. Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

The kiss began much the same as usual--Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always did. And then something seemed to change. Suddenly his lips became much more urgent, his free hand twisted into my hair and held my face securely to his. And though I was clearly beginning to cross his cautious lines, for once he didn't stop me. His body was cold through the thin quilt, but I crushed myself against him eagerly.

Edward thought he was going to ruin Bella's life and he made her happy. And that really was everything for him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.