Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

The Way You Move — You Orient Yourself Around Him Without Even Thinking About It. When He Moves, Even A Little Bit, You Adjust Your Position At The Same Time. Like Magnets… Or Gravity. You’re Like A… Satellite, Or Something.

Bears," I Muttered, Adding A New Fear To The Pile. "that Would Be Just Her Luck, Wouldn't It? Stray Bear In Town. Of Course It Would Head Straight For Bella.

Your Scent Is Like A Drug To Me Like My Own Personal Brand Of Heroin.

Over My Pile Of Ashes

Bella." Edward's Voice Was Right Beside Me, Relieved Now. "can You Hear Me?" "no," I Groaned. "go Away.