So… Um… What’s The, Er, Date? You

Happiness Expanded Like An Explosion Inside Me – So Extreme, So Violent That I Wasn’t Sure I’d Survive It.

How Can A Little Thing Be So Annoying?

I Could See How Easy It Would Be To Fall Into Loving Bella. It Would Be Exactly Like Falling: Effortless. Not Letting Myself Love Her Was The Opposite Of Falling—it Was Pulling Myself Up A Cliff-face, Hand Over Hand, The Task As Grueling As If I Had No More Than Mortal Strength.

Why Does Ian Think I Have To Kiss You?

Sometimes, Fact Mixed With Fiction So Thoroughly That, Though No Lies Were Told, It Was Hard To Remember What Was Strictly True.