Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
EXHALE
Preface.
Isabella Swan is going to be the death of me.
I saw her last night.
It's been seven years and she isn't sixteen anymore.
No, she is a woman now.
And she is beautiful, although she always had been.
That was the second thing about her I noticed.
The first was that she wasn't wearing a ring on that finger.
And it surprised me, how happy that made me.
I spent the night at her house and she read to me before we slept, the taste of her tongue lingering on my lips.
We didn't have sex but it was the most intimate night of my life.
And the entire time she was in my arms, the same thing kept flashing through my mind:
Finally.