He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.
Stephenie MeyerI shuddered at the image in my head, at the word feed. But Jasper wasn’t worried about frightening me, not overprotective like Edward always was.
Stephenie MeyerIt is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.
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