Just Because I’m Resisting The Wine Doesn’t

Bears," I Muttered, Adding A New Fear To The Pile. "that Would Be Just Her Luck, Wouldn't It? Stray Bear In Town. Of Course It Would Head Straight For Bella.

You Know I Love You Right?” “i Know,” He Breathed, His Arm Tightening Automatically Around My Waist. “you Know How Much I Wish It Was Enough.

But If You Ever Bring Her Back Damaged Again - And I Don't Care Whose Fault It Is; I Don't Care If She Merely Trips, Or If A Meteor Falls Out Of The Sky And Hits Her In The Head - If You Return Her To Me In Less Than The Perfect Condition That I Left Her In, You Will Be Running With Three Legs. Do You Understand That, Mongrel?

Bella, Would You Please Stop Trying To Take Your Clothes Off?

I Was Thinking, While I Was Running..." He Paused. "about Not Hitting The Trees, I Hope.