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Emmett had said, “I’m really glad Edward didn’t kill you. Everything’s so much more fun with you around.” Rosalie had glared at him.
“Welcome back, Bella,” he said, grinning. And the way he said the words made it sound like welcome home.
I wondered if it was so that he could hide his face more easily. He kept my hand.
“Alice, don’t you think this is just a little bit controlling? Just a tiny bit psychotic, maybe?”
“Not that you aren’t pretty, Bella,” she said, misreading my expression. “But it just meant that he found you more attractive than me. I’m vain enough that I minded.”
You’re too young to know what you’ll want in ten years, fifteen years—and too young to give it all up without thinking it through. You don’t want to be rash about permanent things, Bella.”
“I’m in love with you, Bella,” Jacob said in a strong, sure voice. “Bella, I love you. And I want you to pick me instead of him. I know you don’t feel that way, but I need the truth out there so that you know your options. I wouldn’t want a miscommunication to stand in our way.”
“I hate you, Jacob Black.” “That’s good. Hate is a passionate emotion.”
“I’ll give you passionate,” I muttered under my breath. “Murder, the ultimate crime of passion.”
“I’m not going to kill you now, because it would upset Bella.”
Edward turned slightly to throw me a quick smile. His face was still calm. “It would bother you in the morning,” he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek.
“My age is not really that important. Edward, I’m ready. I’ve chosen my life—now I want to start living it.”
“Bella, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to make everyone else happy. And I don’t care about anyone else’s feelings. I only need you to be happy.