"You need to see what I look like in the sunlight." Edward grabbed my hand and dragged me over to a patch of sunlight that was filtering through the trees. He made me wait there and unbuttoned his shirt, stepping into the sunlight.
I said the first thing that came to mind.
"You're sparkly. Like a chandelier."
"A chandelier, Bella? This is the skin of a killer."
"Chandeliers can kill people too."
He rolled his eyes at me. "You're missing the point."
"Oh, sorry."
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