He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.
Stephenie MeyerSometimes I think you like me better as a wolf." "Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you CAN'T TALK.
Stephenie MeyerAnd the sound of your heart," he continued. "It's the most significant sound in my world. I'm so attuned to it now, I swear I could pick it out from miles away. But neither of these things matter. This," he said, taking my face in his hands. "You. That's what I'm keeping. You'll always be my Bella, you'll just be a little more durable.
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