"Bella, wake up, we're here."
Edward's voice roused me from my unintended slumber. The passenger door was open and he was crouched down beside me, offering me his hand.
Stepping out of the car, my feet twisted around each other and I fell forward.
Edward was there to save me once again, his strong arms steadying me.
He was so warm—hot, even.
Feverishly hot.
Or maybe he felt that way because of the chilly night air.
Our eyes met and he smiled at me.
"I've got you," he said softly.
I shivered—but I wasn't so sure it was from the cold.