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.

I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?

It's not what you are. It's what you do.

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

Don't watch" the redheaded mind reader whispered. I closed my eyes.