I'm Not Like A Car You Can

You Can't Trust A Vampire, Trust Me

He Shifted His Weight, Throwing His Good Leg Off The Bed As If He Were Going To Try To Stand. “what Are You Doing?” I Demanded Through The Tears. “lie Down, You Idiot, You’ll Hurt Yourself!” I Jumped To My Feet And Pushed His Good Shoulder Down With Two Hands. He Surrendered, Leaning Back With A Gasp Of Pain, But He Grabbed Me Around My Waist And Pulled Me Down On The Bed, Against His Good Side. I Curled Up There, Trying To Stifle The Silly Sobs Against His Hot Skin.

Oh You Do Smell Good.

Yes Rosalie, We All Know How Proficient Of An Assassin You Are.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.