All this Belongs to Stephenie Meyer
She asked me to kiss her. I felt an overwhelming need to respond. It would be hard enough leaving her, but the kiss would just make it worse.
When she unintentionally gave me her pleading look, I couldn't resist. Just like all the other times, I thought to myself, Careful and Simple…
I held her head in my hands securely. Her deep, brown eyes poured into mine, and I could see overwhelming love in them. I reminded myself again to kiss her like always. I gently kissed, and she kissed back…
I was going to leave her….how could I leave my ivory goddess. She was everything to me. She was my life. I kissed her more deeply. I grasped her to my body, so that she became a puzzle peace for every curve of mine. She grasped hard as well, crushing me with her body, for she was the only human who had a chance of accomplishing that with me. I grasped her hair, the floral scent rushing off of her. It was intoxicating, addicting. She seemed to inhale something as well, for she knotted her hands in my hair.
I can't leave her. How could I? Who cared if Jasper couldn't control his thirst? Ignorance is bliss. That has always been my personal philosophy. It was always…she grasped harder to me, making her scent that much more hard to resist. I love you…I thought, as if I was talking to her. I couldn't leave her…she was my love…I need her…she needs, me gone. That brought me back to reality. I took her hands away from my neck.
"Sorry, that was out of line," I said to her, trying to hide the disappointment I felt for not continuing to kiss her.