She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In

The Laughter In His Deep-set Black Eyes, The Feverish Heat Of His Big Hand Around Mine, The Flash Of His White Teeth Against His Dark Skin, His Face Stretching Into The Wide Smile That Had Always Been Like A Key To A Secret Door Where Only Kindred Spirits Could Enter.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella. I See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun.

Over My Pile Of Ashes

He Didn't Ask What I Was Thinking, Which Was Out Of Character For Him. I Guessed That Meant That He Was Just As Nervous As I Suddenly Was.

"happy Birthday," He Sighed, And Leaned Down To Touch His Lips To Mine. I Reached Up On My Toes To Make The Kiss Last Longer When He Pulled Away. He Smiled My Favorite Crooked Smile, And Then He Disappeared Into The Darkness.