I Want You, And I Want You

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.

He Wished He Hadn't Pulled Me From The Path Of Tyler's Van - There Was No Other Conclusion I Could Come To.

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency To Giggle When I Say The Words 'seminal Fluids' In Public.

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.