I was not allowed to think of him. That was something I tried to be very strict about. Of course I slipped; I was only human. But I was getting better, and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, I'd chosen nothing.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.

You can have me the way i am — bad behavior included — or not at all.

oh you do smell good.

He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van - there was no other conclusion I could come to.

Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off! Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part?