What? Are you speaking to me again?

I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didn’t want to feel what I knew I would feel when I looked at his too-perfect face.

I didn’t want to get into the safety hazards that dancing presented, so I quickly made new plans.

He wished he hadn’t pulled me from the path of Tyler’s van — there was no other conclusion I could come to.

I waspositive that Edward’sdefensive behavior in the hall was a confirmation ofthebizarre things I still could hardly believe I’d witnessed.

I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.

I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black.