bit my lip and imagined it for a moment. “Edward, if you thought I was going too fast or losing control of the bike or something, what would you do?” He hesitated, obviously trying to find the right answer. I knew the truth: he’d find some way to save me before I crashed. Then he smiled. It looked effortless, except for the tiny defensive tightening of his eyes. “This is something you do with Jacob. I see that now.”
