Crepúsculo

6

“Edward.” My throat was so dry I could only manage a whisper. “I honestly can’t dance!” I could feel the panic bubbling up inside my chest.

“Don’t worry, silly,” he whispered back. “I can.” He put my arms around his neck and lifted me to slide his feet under mine.

And then we were whirling, too.


7

It was the same place… but it didn’t what i had been searching for.

The disappointment was nearly as instantaneous as the recognition. I sank down right where I was, kneeling there aat the edge of the clearing, beginning to gasp.