soften the shine。
I didn't open my eyes。 I was too happy to change anything； no matter how small。 The only sounds were
the waves outside； our breathing； my heartbeat。。。
I was fortable； even with the baking sun。 His cool skin was the perfect antidote to the heat。 Lying
across his wintry chest； his arms wound around me； felt very easy and natural。 I wondered idly what I'd
been so panicky about last night。 My fears all seemed silly now。
His fingers softly trailed down the contours of my spine； and I knew that he knew I was awake。 I kept
my eyes shut and tightened my arms around his neck； holding myself closer to him。
He didn't speak； his fingers moved up and down my back； barely touching it as he lightly traced patterns
on my skin。
I would have been happy to lie here forever； to never disturb this moment； but my body had other ideas。
I laughed at my impatient stomach。 It seemed sort of prosaic to be hungry after all that had passed last
night。 Like
being brought back down to earth from some great height。
Page 52
Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter； ：。processtext。abclit。html
〃What's funny？〃 he murmured； still stroking my back。 The sound of his voice； serious and husky； brought
with it a deluge of memories from the night； and I felt a blush color my face and neck。
To answer his question； my stomach growled。 I laughed again。 〃You just can't escape being human for
very long。〃
I waited； but he did not laugh with me。 Slowly； sinking through the many layers of bliss that clouded my
head； came the realization of a different atmosphere outside my own glowing sphere of happiness。
I opened my eyes； the first thing I saw was the pale； almost silvery skin of his throat； the arc of his chin
above my face。 His jaw was taut。 I propped myself up on my elbow so I could see his face。
He was staring at the frothy canopy above us； and he didn't look at me as I studied his grave features。
His expression was a shock—it sent a physical jolt through my body。
〃Edward；〃 I said； a strange little catch in my throat； 〃what is it？ What's wrong？〃
〃You have to ask？〃 His voice was hard； cynical。
My first instinct； the product of a lifetime of insecurities； was to wonder what I had done wrong。 I
thought through everything that had happened； but I couldn't find any sour note in the memory。 It had all
been simpler than I'd expected； we'd fit together like corresponding pieces； made to match up。 This had
given me a secret satisfaction—we were patible physically； as well as all the other ways。 Fire and
ice； somehow existing together without destroying each other。 More proof that I belonged with him。
I couldn't think of any part that would make him look like this—so severe and cold。 What had I missed？
His finger smoothed the worried lines on my forehead。
〃What are you thinking？〃 he whispered。
〃You're upset。 I don't understand。 Did I。。。 ？〃 I couldn't finish。
His eyes tightened。 〃How badly are you hurt； Bella？ The truth—don't try to downplay it。〃
〃Hurt？〃 I repeated； my voice came out higher than usual because the word took me so by surprise。
He raised one eyebrow； his lips a tight line。
I made a quick assessment； stretching my body automatically； tensing and flexing my muscles。 There was
stiffness； and a lot of soreness； too； it was true； but mostly there was the odd sensation that my bones all
had bee unhinged at the joints； and I had changed halfway into the consistency of a jellyfish。 It was
not an unpleasant feeling。
And then I was a little angry； because he was darkening this most perfect of all mornings with his
pessimistic assumptions。
〃Why would you jump to that conclusion？ I've never been better than I am now。〃
His eyes closed。 〃Stop that。〃
Page 53
Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter； ：。processtext。abclit。html
〃Stop what？〃
〃Stop acting like I'm not a monster for having agreed to this。〃
〃Edward！'7I whispered； really upset now。 He was pulling my bright memory through the darkness；
staining it。 〃Don't ever say that。〃
He didn't open his eyes； it was like he didn't want to see me。
〃Look at yourself； Bella。 Then tell me I'm not a monster。〃
Wounded； shocked； I followed his instruction unthinkingly and then gasped。
What had happened to me？ I couldn't make sense of the fluffy white snow that clung to my skin。 I shook
my head； and a cascade of white drifted out of my hair。
I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers。 It was a piece of down。
〃Why am I covered in feathers？〃 I asked； confused。
He exhaled impatiently。 〃I bit a pillow。 Or two。 That's not what I'm talking about。〃
〃You。。。 bit a pillow？ Why？〃
〃Look； Bella！〃 he almost growled。 He took my hand—very gingerly—and stretched my arm out。 〃Look
at that〃
This time； I saw what he meant。
Under the dusting of feathers； large purplish bruises were beginning to blossom across the pale skin of
my arm。 My eyes followed the trail they made up to my shoulder； and then down across my ribs。 I pulled
my hand free to poke at a discoloration on my left forearm； watching it fade where I touched and then
reappear。 It throbbed a little。
So lightly that he was barely touching me； Edward placed his hand against the bruises on my arm； one at
a time； matching his long fingers to the patterns。
〃Oh；〃 I said。
I tried to remember this—to remember pain—but I couldn't。 I couldn't recall a moment when his hold
had been too tight； his hands too hard against me。 I only remembered wanting him to hold me tighter； and
being pleased when he did。。。。
〃I'm。。。 so sorry； Bella；〃 he whispered while I stared at the bruises。 〃I knew better than this。 I should not
have—〃 He made a low； revolted sound in the back of his throat。 〃I am more sorry than I can tell you。〃
He threw his arm over his face and became perfectly still。
I sat for one long moment in total astonishment； trying to e to terms—now that I understood it—with
his misery。 It was so contrary to the way that I felt that it was difficult to process。
Page 54
Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter； ：。processtext。abclit。html
Theshock wore off slowly； leaving nothing in its absence。 Emptiness。 My mind was blank。 I couldn't
think of what to say。 How could I explain it to him in the right way？ How could I make him as happy as I
was—or as I had been； a moment ago？
I touched his arm； and he didn't respond。 I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and tried to pry his arm
off his face； but I could have been yanking on a sculpture for all the good it did me。
〃Edward。〃
He didn't move。
〃Edward？〃
Nothing。 So； this would be a monologue； then。
〃I'mnot sorry； Edward。 I'm。。。 I can't even tell you。 I'm so happy。 That doesn't cover it。 Don't be angry。
Don't。 I'm really f—〃
〃Do not say the word fine。〃 His voice was ice cold。 〃If you value my sanity； do not say that you are fine。〃
〃But I am： I whispered。
〃Bella；〃 he almost moaned。 〃Don't。〃
〃No。 You don't； Edward。〃
He moved his arm； his gold eyes watched me warily。
〃Don't ruin this；〃 I told him。 〃I。 A