Everyone Needs A Little Edward In Their

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.

Sometimes I Wondered If I Was Seeing The Same Things Through My Eyes That The Rest Of The World Was Seeing Through Theirs. Maybe There Was A Glitch In My Brain.

Do You Truly Believe That You Care More For Me Than I Do For You?" He Murmured, Leaning Closer To Me As He Spoke, His Dark Golden Eyes Piercing. I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me. "you're Doing It Again," I Muttered. His Eyes Opened Wide With Surprise. "what?" "dazzling Me," I Admitted, Trying To Concentrate As I Looked Back At Him. "oh." He Frowned. "it's Not Your Fault," I Sighed. "you Can't Help It.

Oh You Do Smell Good.

You're Really Not That Good A Mechanic, Edward. Maybe You Should Have Rosalie Take A Look At It Tonight, Just So You Look Good If Mike Decides To Let You Help, You Know. Not That It Wouldn't Be Fun To Watch His Face If Rosalie Showed Up To Help. But Since Rosalie Is Supposed To Be Across The Country Attending College, I Guess That's Not The Best Idea. Too Bad.