Forever is only the beginning

He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm - like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet.

Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.

It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.

And, by the way, I adore you.... in frightening, dangerous ways.

"What are you thinking?" he asked curiously. I looked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth. "I'm trying to figure out what you are."

It's like pain, this pleasure.