Alice Cullen

< was just simply impossible. Reaching for you when I’m barely a foot away, grasping your chin gently in my fingers, tilting your mouth up to meet mine as I lean down, towering over you, brushing lips with yours, moving to your jaw and giving you a little playful nip. >

< Home. Swiping my thumb across the glass and clicking the loud speaker as I’d seen younger people do all the time. Bringing the end of the smart device close to my mouth./ Hello, My Love. I was just thinking about you. >

for neither of them were very impulsive and would likely hear me out, rather than be apprehensive of my out-of-the-blue visit. In fact, I wondered if Alice had seen me coming in her visions. . . It was then, that very moment of prolonged contemplation, that Carlisle’s »

Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.