Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.

I grinned at him, feeling more enthusiastic about my plan now that he was on board. Rosalie was a pain, but I would always owe her one for choosing Emmett; no one had a better brother than mine.

Bite me.

I watched her, waiting.
She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed.
I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

If he'd done something to harm her, I would annihilate him.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.