Slowly tasting, his lips on her lips, with her tongue she played a dreamy dance. It was right. It was good. It was easy; a sleepy, lust-filled ecstasy. They fell into each other over and over, the yellow day lighting the way for happiness.
No Mike. No Benny.
His hands holding her in place, in place with him. Never leave.
No Carlisle. No Rosalie.
“Edward, you’ve completely stolen me.”