May the best man win That's about right pup

I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.

I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

It was the first time I'd ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life.

We made it,' he shouted. 'Not bad for a prison break, eh?' 'Good thinking Jake.

He never leaves, does he?

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.