"Are you sure you won't vanish in the morning?" I wanted this to be certain, as I was still unclear. "You are mythical, after all."
"I won't leave you." His voice had the seal of a promise on it.
"One more, then, tonight... " And I blushed. The darkness was no help—I'm sure he could feel the sudden warmth under my hand-skin.
"What was it?"
"No, forget it. I Changed My Mind."
"Bella, you can ask me anything."
I didn't answer, and he groaned.
"I keep thinking it will get less frusterating not hearing your thoughts. But it just gets worse and worse and worse."
"I'm glad you can't read my thoughts. It's bad enough that you eavesdrop on my sleep-talking."
"Please?" His voice was so persuasive, so impossible to resist.
I shook my head.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just assume you don't love me," he threatened darkly. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Well," I began, glad that he couldn't see my face.
"Yes?"
"You said that Rosalie and Emmett will get married soon... . Is that... marriage... the same as it is for humans?"
He laughed in earnest, practically barking his quiet laughter. "Is that what you're getting at?"
I fidgeted, unable to answer.
"Yes, I suppose it is much the same," he said. "I told

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