Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

Hey, Do You Know What You Call A Blond With A Brain?" I Asked, And The Continued On The Same Breath, "a Golden Retriever." I've Heard That One, Too," She Said, No Longer Smiling. I'll Keep Trying." I Promised.

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.

Driving At The Speed Limit--hideous Thought.

Look After My Heart - I've Left It With You.

I Thought You Were Supposed To Be Pretending I Don’t Exist, Not Irritating Me To Death.