Bella, there's a part of you that loves me.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

I bit a pillow. Or two.

It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.

As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.

I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him.

Of course, I still saw Edward at school, because there wasn't anything Charlie [her dad] could do about that. And then, Edward spent almost every night in my room, too, but Charlie wasn't precisely aware of that. Edward's ability to climb easily and silently through my second-story window was almost as useful as his ability to read Charlie's mind.