I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.

For a second I was just a kid – a kid who had lived all of his life in the same tiny town. Just a child. Because I knew I would have to live a lot more, suffer a lot more, to ever understand the searing agony in Edward’s eyes.

Bella?" a different voice called from the distance. No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

How was I ever going to fight the blurring lines in our relationship when I enjoyed being with him so much?

Why am I covered in feathers

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.