Disclaimer: Please don't steal mah words. Like I stole SMeyer's characters.
"Just... don't make any sudden movements."
My voice was two octaves too high. "What?"
Her laugh smoothed over my ears, like her hands felt when she brushed them comfortingly along my bare shoulders.
I love summer.
Because it means I can wear tanks and my fantasy girl can touch my skin.
Bella turned from me to open her door, waltzing into her house as though it were nothing.
Which it probably wasn't. To her.
"Hi, Dad." She flicked a thumb over her shoulder on the way to the fridge. "This is Edward."
She didn't label me.
I'd wanted her to.