no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)

No mistakes, I'd promised myself that i would make no mistakes, no matter how minimal they seemed. if i held her hand, i would only want more - another insignificant touch, another move closer to her. i could feel that. a new kind of desire was growing in me, working to override my self-control. no mistakes.

Sometimes it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a vampire.

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

I ached for the difference between Carlisle and me - that he could touch her so gently, without fear, knowing he would never harm her.

I'd never understood how Carlisle was able to do that - ignore the blood of his patients in order to treat them. Wouldn't the constant temptation be so distracting, so dangerous? But now, I could see how, if you were focusing on something else hard enough, the temptation was be nothing at all.

Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?