In to the Wild (the nibbling)
The moonlight streamed down and filled the open meadow with a softdiffusion of light. Beyond, the trees stood sentinel against the blackness of thenight. Edward put me down and grabbed my hand and towed me to the centerof our meadow. This was truly our meadow, our secret place away from theworld. My mind flashed back to our first time here. Edward, fighting withhimself internally about being in this place with me, fighting back both an urgeto drink my blood and stop himself from falling in love with me. I smiled tomyself as I remembered how he had tried to scare me that day, to try to makeme see the monster he thought he was. He had never been a monster to me;he was and always would be my Edward. Perfect in every way.He turned now to face me. He dropped my hand and reached up to touch myface. His cold hand swept across my cheek and he pulled my face towards his.His mouth met mine and I let out a small sigh as his sweet breath washed overme. He held my face lightly between his hands. He was always so gentle, heknew even the slightest of wrong movements, a small change in pressure, could
crumble my cheekbones like a piece of dry, rotten wood. This thought didn‟t
scare me at all, that I was so delicate to him. It thrilled me to know how carefulhe had to be with me, to contain himself.