Twilight (Twilight, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

But also wishing that a miracle would occur, and Edward would appear.

Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.

He ignored my questions. “Do I dazzle you?” “Frequently,” I admitted.

AWHHHH

“I feel very safe with you,”

“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.

OHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

When I was with him, the time and the place were such a muddled blur that I completely lost track of both.

“I told you—you don’t see yourself clearly at all. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known. You fascinate me.”

“I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,” he answered simply.

“And you’re worried, not because you’re headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won’t approve of you, correct?” “That’s right,” I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word. He shook his head. “You’re incredible.”

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