| continuation of the rīsērč |
Mar. 5th, 2010|09:05 pm |
| GONE WITH THE WIND |
TWILIGHT |
| “Don’t giggle,” he said, and taking her hand, he turned it over and pressed his lips into the palm. Something vital, electric, leaped from him to her at the touch of his warm mouth, something that caressed her whole body thrillingly. |
When he touched me, it stung my hand as if an electric current had passed through us.
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I was suddenly hyperaware that Edward was sitting less than an inch from me. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. |
| His lips traveled to her wrist and she knew he must feel the leap of her pulse as her heart quickened and she tried to draw back her hand. |
My blood was racing, and I wished I could slow it, sensing that this must make everything so much more difficult — the thudding of my pulse in my veins. Surely he could hear it. |
| She could hear him chuckling softly. |
Edward was still chuckling quietly. |
| She was indignant that he had read her mind. She liked to believe herself a thing of mystery to men, but she knew Rhett thought her as transparent as glass. |
"I thought you couldn't read my mind."
"It's getting clearer." I could hear a smile in his voice. |
There would never again be an afternoon as long as this one.
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She saw to her surprise that it was late afternoon and the sun, a ball of crimson, was far down the sky. Somehow, she had imagined it would remain broiling hot noon forever. |
I scrambled for a moment to come back down to reality. It felt like months rather than days since I'd spoken to Jess. |
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