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Of the three boys, one was big—muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others,
We all must go through this. Preteen me springs for the lanky small one, adult me needs more meat on those bones. HMU Emmett
His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare.
I can’t believe this scene happens with Edward in a BUTTON DOWN TANK TOP and I just erased that from my memory
“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!” Unexpectedly, he was on his feet, bounding away, instantly out of sight, only to appear beneath the same tree as before, having circled the meadow in half a second. “As if you could outrun me,” he laughed bitterly.
“As if you could fight me off,” he said gently. I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I’d never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated façade. He’d never been less human… or more beautiful. Face ashen, eyes wide, I sat like a bird locked in the eyes of a snake.
I wasn’t expecting you to come so close. And the smell of your throat.” He stopped short, looking to see if he’d upset me. “Okay, then,” I said flippantly, trying to alleviate the suddenly tense atmosphere. I tucked my chin. “No throat exposure.” It worked; he laughed.
She’s got jokes! They’re funny! I love Kristin and Robert but whatever direction they got in the movies made that shit WEIRD. Their chemistry is good in the books!
“Breakfast time,” he said eventually, casually—to prove, I’m sure, that he remembered all my human frailties. So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face. “Kidding!” I snickered. “And you said I couldn’t act!” He frowned in disgust. “That wasn’t funny.”
I ended up in my only skirt—long, khaki-colored, still casual. I put on the dark blue blouse he’d once complimented. A quick glance in the mirror told me my hair was entirely impossible, so I pulled it back into a ponytail.
You’re telling me she met his parents in a KHAKI MAXI SKIRT and a PONYTAIL I’m taking psychic damage, someone send Stephanie to prison
I realized there were tears in my eyes. I dabbed at them, embarrassed. He touched the corner of my eye, trapping one I missed. He lifted his finger, examining the drop of moisture broodingly. Then, so quickly I couldn’t be positive that he really did, he put his finger to his mouth to taste it.
Yo okay so this NEVER comes back? We just walk off into the night with no explanation about why he did that?? Weirdo teenagers
“So ready for this to be the end,” he murmured, almost to himself, “for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You’re ready to give up everything.” “It’s not the end, it’s the beginning,” I disagreed under my breath.

