Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

Jacob Was Hardly In Need Of Any Physical Protection I Could Offer. But My Arms, Pinned Beneath Edward's, Yearned To Reach Out To Him. To Wrap Around His Big, Warm, Waist In A Silent Promise Of Acceptance And Comfort. Edward's Shielding Arms Had Become Restraints.

You’ve Got To Have A Little More Confidence In Us Than That. It’s Insulting.

I Tensed For The Spring, My Eyes Squinting As I Cringed Away, And The Sound Of Edward's Furious Roar Echoed Distantly In The Back Of My Head. His Name Burst Through All The Walls I'd Built To Contain It. Edward, Edward, Edward. I Was Going To Die. It Shouldn't Matter If I Thought Of Him Now. Edward, I Love You.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

What Is A Valid Reason For Someone To Love Someone Else? Since Apparently I’m Doing It Wrong.