Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

How Old Are You?” “seventeen,” He Answered Promptly. “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” His Lips Twitched As He Stared At The Road. “a While,” He Admitted At Last.

Edward Helped, Making Faces Every So Often At The Raw Ingredients-human Food Was Mildly Repulsive To Him.

I'm Really Glad Edward Didn't Kill You. Everything's So Much More Fun With You Around." — Emmett Cullen

I Can Do This, I Lied To Myself Feebly. No One Was Going To Bite Me.

Is The Fire Gone?" "yes," I Sighed. "thank You, Edward." "i Love You," He Answered. "i Know," I Breathed, So Tired. I Heard My Favorite Sound In The World: Edward's Quiet Laugh, Weak With Relief.