But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action.

Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.

Bears," I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. "That would be just her luck, wouldn't it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.

He's like a drug for you, Bella.

It won't be the same for me," I whispered, half to myself. "You won't let me be like that. We'll live in Antarctica." Edward snorted, breaking the tension. "Penguins. Lovely.

I hate myself for liking you.