May the best man win That's about right pup

It's too easy to be myself with you.

He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled. "You smell so good in the rain," he explained. "In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously. He sighed. "Both, always both.

You know I love you right?” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.

Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?" "No," I groaned. "Go away.

Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.