He Thinks Things Through Too Much.

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.

It's Not What You Are. It's What You Do.

It’s Just Been My Experience That Some Kinds Of Working Relationships Are Better Motivated By Fear Than By Monetary Gain.

Edward Can Do Everything, Right?" I Explained. Jasper Snickered And Esme Gave Edward A Reproving Look. "i Hope You Haven't Been Showing Off-it's Rude," She Scolded. "just A Bit," He Laughed Freely. "he's Been Too Modest Actually," I Corrected. "well, Play For Her," Esme Encouraged. "you Just Said Showing Off Was Rude," He Objected. "there Are Exceptions To Every Rule," She Replied.

It Is A Strange World," I Murmered, More To Myself Than To The Native Soul. "the Strangest," He Agreed.