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.

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker

I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.

But now you're unhappy," he pointed out. "And?" I challenged. "That doesn't seem fair." He shrugged, but his eyes were still intense. I laughed without humour. "Hasn't anyone told you? Life isn't fair." "I believe I have heard that somewhere before," he agreed dryly.

It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?

There was no way Jacob would voluntarily miss an afternoon with Renesmee sans bloodsuckers. -Bella Cullen

Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.