Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

I Thought You Were Supposed To Be Pretending I Don’t Exist, Not Irritating Me To Death.

Edward Stretched Out His Arm, His Hand Curled Into A Fist. Seth Grinned, Revealing The Long Row Of Dagger Teeth, And Bumped His Nose Against Edward's Hand. "nice Teamwork," Edward Murmured.

...the Way A Man Might Hesitate Before He Kissed A Woman, To Gauge Her Reaction, To See How He Would Be Received. Perhaps He Would Hesitate To Prolong The Moment, That Ideal Moment Of Anticipation, Sometimes Better Than Kiss Itself.

And It Was Different Because I'd Already Lost Her So Many Times, So Many Ways, In My Head. And Different Because She Was Never Really Mine To Lose. And Different Because This Wasn't My Fault.