Edward/Bella, again.
Dance With Me
I stared straight ahead, giving them privacy. I already knew what he was planning – he'd been thinking very loudly.
"I was wondering if… well, if you might be planning to ask me."
My hands clenched down on wood. Jealousy? I'd experienced it before, but never as strongly as I did now. Never suffered the bitter taste in my mouth and the fire in my chest. It took me by surprise. It was so human. Mike had done nothing wrong, yet I loathed him.
I glanced over at them. If I broke both his legs he wouldn't be able to dance.