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  he smiled wider; his teeth flashed in the sun.
  i inched closer, strety whole hand now to tratours of
  his forearm with my fiips. i saw that my firembled, and knew
  it wouldn't esotice.
  ”do you mind?” i asked, for he had closed his eyes again.
  ”hout opening his eyes. ”you 't imagi
  feels.” he sighed.
  i lightly trailed my hahe perfect mus, followed
  the faint pattern of bluish veihe crease at his elbow. with my
  other hao turn his hand what i wished, he
  flipped his palm up ihose blindingly fast, disg
  movements of his. it startled me; my fingers froze on his arm for a brief
  sed.
  ”sorry,” he murmured. i looked up io see his golden eyes close
  again. ”it's too easy to be myself with you.”
  i lifted his hand, turning it this way and that as i watched the sun
  glitter on his palm. i held it y fag to see the
  hiddes in his skin.
  ”tell me what you're thinking,” he whispered. i looked to see his eyes
  watg me, sudde's still se for me, not knowing.”
  ”you k of us feel that way all the time.”
  ”it's a hard life.” did i imagi ret i
  you didn't tell me.”
  ”i was wishing i oere thinkied.
  ”and?”
  ”i was wishing that i could believe that you were real. and i was wishing
  that i wasn't afraid.”
  ”i don't want you to be afraid.” his voice was just a soft murmur. i
  heard what he 't truthfully say, that i dido be afraid,
  that there was nothing to fear.
  ”well, that's he fear i meant, though that's ly
  something to think about.”
  so quickly that i missed his movement, he was half sitting, propped up on
  his right arm, his left palm still in my hands. his angel's faly
  a few ini have — should have — flinched away from
  his ued ess, but i was uo move. his golden eyes
  mesmerized me.
  ”what are you afraid of, then?” he whispered ily.
  but i 't answer. as i had just that onelled his cool
  breath i, delicious, the st made my mouth water. it
  was uhiihinkingly, i leaned closer,
  inhaling.
  and he was gone, his hand ripped from mi took my eyes
  to focus, he was twe away, standing at the edge of the small
  meadow, in the deep shade of a huge fir tree. he stared at me, his eyes
  dark in the shadows, his expression unreadable.
  i could feel the hurt and shoy face. my empty hands stung.
  ”i'm… sorry… edward,” i whispered. i knew he could hear.
  ”give me a moment,” he called, just loud enough for my less sensitive
  ears. i sat very still.
  after ten incredibly long seds, he walked back, slowly for him. he
  stopped, still several feet away, and sao the ground,
  g his legs. his eyes miwo deep breaths,
  and then smiled in apology.
  ”i am so very sorry.” he hesitated. ”would you uand what i meant if
  i said i was only human?”
  i nodded o quite able to smile at his joke. adrenaline pulsed
  through my veiion of danger slowly sank in. he could
  smell that from where he sat. his smile turned mog.
  ”i'm the world's best predator, aren't i? everything about me invites you
  in — my voice, my fa my smell. as if i need any of that!”
  uedly, he was o, bounding away, instantly out of sight,
  only to appear beree as bef circled the meadow
  in half a sed.
  ”as if you e,” he laughed bitterly.
  he reached up with one hand and, with a deafening crack, effortlessly
  ripped a two-foot-thi the trunk of the spruce. he balanced
  it in that hand for a moment, ahrew it with blinding speed,
  shattering it agairee, which shook ahe
  blow.
  and