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  veins. surely he could hear it.
  ”the blush on your cheeks is lovely,” he murmured. he gently freed his
  other hand. my hands fell limply into my lap. softly he brushed my cheek,
  then held my fa his marble hands.
  ”be very still,” he whispered, as if i wasn't already frozen.
  slowly, never moving his eyes from mioward me. then
  abruptly, but very geed his cold cheek against the hollow at
  the base of my throat. i was quite uo move, even if i'd wao.
  i listehe sound of his evehing, watg the sun and wind
  play in his bronze hair, more human tha of him.
  with deliberate slowness, his hands slid down the sides of my neck. i
  shivered, and i heard him catch his breath. but his hands didn't pause as
  they softly moved to my shoulders, aopped.
  his face drifted to the side, his nose skimming ay e. he
  came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly agai.
  listening to my heart.
  ”ah,” he sighed.
  i don't knoe sat without moving. it could have been hours.
  eventually the throb of my pulse quieted, but he didn't move or speak
  again as he held me. i k a could be too mud my
  life d — so quickly that i might id i 't
  make myself be afraid. i 't think of ahat he was
  toug me.
  aoo soon, he released me.
  his eyes were peaceful.
  ”it won't be saih satisfa.
  ”was that very hard for you?”
  ”not nearly as bad as i imagi would be. and you?”
  ”no, it wasn't bad… for me.”
  he smiled at my iion. ”you know what i mean.”
  i smiled.
  ”here.” he took my hand a against his cheek. ”do you feel how
  warm it is?”
  and it was almost warm, his usually i. but i barely noticed, for i
  was toug his faething i'd dreamed of tly sihe
  first day i'd seen him.
  ”don't move,” i whispered.
  no one could be still like edward. he closed his eyes and became as
  immobile as st under my hand.
  i moved evehan he had, ake oed
  move. i caressed his cheek, delicately stroked his eyelid, the purple
  shadow in the hollow uraced the shape of his perfect
  hen, so carefully, his flawless lips. his lips parted under my
  hand, and i could feel his cool breath oips. i wao lean
  in, to i of him. so i dropped my hand and leaned away, not
  wanting to push him too far.
  he opened his eyes, and they were hungry. not in a way to make me fear,
  but rather to tighten the mus the pit of my stomad my
  pulse hammering through my veins again.
  ”i wish,” he whispered, ”i wish you could feel the… plexity… the
  … i feel. that you derstand.”
  he raised his hand to my hair, then carefully brushed it ay face.
  ”tell me,” i breathed.
  ”i don't think i . i've told you, ohe huhe
  thirst — that, deplorable creature that i am, i feel for you. and i think
  you derstand that, to ahough” — he half-smiled — ”as you
  are not addiy illegal substances, you probably 't empathize
  pletely.
  ”but…” his fiouched my lips lightly, making me shiver again.
  ”there are ers. hungers i don't evehat are
  fn to me.”
  ”i may uhat better than you think.”
  ”i'm o feeling so human. is it always like this?”
  ”for me?” i paused. ”no, never. his.”
  he held my hahey felt so feeble in his irth.
  ”i don't know how to be close to you,” he admitted. ”i don't know if i
  .”
  i leaned forward very slowly, with my eyes. i placed my
  cheek against his sto. i could hear his breath, and nothing else.
  ”this is enough,” i sighed, y eyes.
  in a very huma h