〃Hey！〃
〃Thresholds are part of my job description；〃 he reminded me。 〃But I'm curious。 Tell me what you're
thinking about right now。〃
He opened the door—it fell back with a barely audible creak—and stepped through into the little stone
living room。
〃Everything；〃 I told him。 〃All at the same time； you know。 Good things and things to worry about and
things that are new。 How I keep using too many superlatives in my head。 Right now； I'm thinking that
Esme is an artist。 It's so perfect！〃
The cottage room was something from a fairy tale。 The floor was a crazy quilt of smooth； flat stones。 The
low ceiling had long exposed beams that someone as tall as Jacob would surely knock his head on。 The
walls were warm wood in some places； stone mosaics in others。 The beehive fireplace in the corner held
the remains of a slow flickering fire。 It was driftwood burning there—the low flames were blue and green
from the salt。
It was furnished in eclectic pieces； not one of them matching another； but harmonious just the same。 One
chair seemed vaguely medieval； while a low ottoman by the fire was more contemporary and the stocked
bookshelf against the far window reminded me of movies set in Italy。 Somehow each piece fit together
with the others like a big threedimensional puzzle。 There were a few paintings on the walls that I
recognized—some of my very favorites from the big house。 Priceless originals； no doubt； but they
seemed to belong here； too； like all the rest。
It was a place where anyone could believe magic existed。 A place where you just expected Snow White
to walk right in with her apple in hand； or a unicorn to stop and nibble at the rosebushes。
Edward had always thought that he belonged to the world of horror stories。 Of course； I'd known he
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was dead wrong。 It was obvious that he belonged here。 In a fairy tale。
And now I was in the story with him。
I was about to take advantage of the fact that he hadn't gotten around to setting me back on my feet and
that his witsscramblingly beautiful face was only inches away when he said； 〃We're lucky Esme thought
to add an extra room。 No one was planning for Ness—Renesmee。〃
I frowned at him； my thoughts channeled down a less pleasant path。
〃Not you； too；〃 I plained。
〃Sorry； love。 I hear it in their thoughts all the time； you know。 It's rubbing off on me。〃
I sighed。 My baby； the sea serpent。 Maybe there was no help for it。 Well； wasn't giving in。
Tm sure you're dying to see the closet。 Or； at least I'll tell Alice that you were； to make her feel good。〃
〃Should I be afraid？〃
〃Terrified。〃
He carried me down a narrow stone hallway with tiny arches in the ceiling； like it was our own miniature
castle。
〃That will be Renesmee's room；〃 he said； nodding to an empty room with a pale wooden floor。 〃They
didn't have time to do much with it； what with the angry werewolves___〃
I laughed quietly； amazed at how quickly everything had turned right when it had all had looked so
nightmarish just a week ago。
Drat Jacob for making everything perfect this way。
〃Here's our room。 Esme tried to bring some of her island back here for us。 She guessed that we would
get attached。〃
The bed was huge and white； with clouds of gossamer floating down from the canopy to the floor。 The
pale wood floor matched the other room； and now I grasped that it was precisely the color of a pristine
beach。 The walls were that almostwhiteblue of a brilliant sunny day； and the back wall had big glass
doors that opened into a little hidden garden。 Climbing roses and a small round pond； smooth as a mirror
and edged with shiny stones。 A tiny； calm ocean for us。
〃Oh〃 was all I could say。
〃I know；〃 he whispered。
We stood there for a minute； remembering。 Though the memories were human and clouded； they took
over my mind pletely。
He smiled a wide； gleaming smile and then laughed。 〃The closet is through those double doors。 I should
warn you—it's bigger than this room。〃
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I didn't even glance at the doors。 There was nothing else in the world but him again—his arms curled
under me； his sweet breath on my face； his lips just inches from mine—and there was nothing that could
distract me now； newborn vampire or not。
〃We're going to tell Alice that I ran right to the clothes；〃 I whispered； twisting my fingers into his hair and
pulling my face closer to his。 〃We're going to tell her I spent hours in there playing dressup。 We're going
to lie〃
He caught up to my mood in an instant； or maybe he'd already been there； and he was just trying to let
me fully appreciate my birthday present； like a gentleman。 He pulled my face to his with a sudden
fierceness； a low moan in his throat。 The sound sent the electric current running through my body into a
nearfrenzy； like I couldn't get close enough to him fast enough。
I heard the fabric tearing under our hands； and I was glad my clothes； at least； were already destroyed。
It was too late for his。 It felt almost rude to ignore the pretty white bed； but we just weren't going to
make it that far。
This second honeymoon wasn't like our first。
Our time on the island had been the epitome of my human life。 The very best of it。 I'd been so ready to
string along my human time； just to hold on to what I had with him for a little while longer。 Because the
physical part wasn't going to be the same ever again。
I should have guessed； after a day like today； that it would be better。
I could really appreciate him now—could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face； of his long；
flawless body with my strong new eyes； every angle and every plane of him。 I could taste his pure； vivid
scent on my tongue and feel the unbelievable silkiness of his marble skin under my sensitive fingertips。
My skin was so sensitive under his hands； too。
He was all new； a different person as our bodies tangled gracefully into one on the sandpale floor。 No
caution； no restraint。 No fear—especially not that。 We could love together— both active participants
now。 Finally equals。
Like our kisses before； every touch was more than I was used to。 So much of himself he'd been holding
back。 Necessary at the time； but I couldn't believe how much I'd been missing。
I tried to keep in mind that I was stronger than he was； but it was hard to focus on anything with
sensations so intense； pulling my attention to a million different places in my body every second； if I hurt
him； he didn't plain。
A very； very small part of my head considered the interesting conundrum presented in this situation。 I
was never going to get tired； and neither was he。 We didn't have to catch our breath or rest or eat or
even use the bathroom； we had no more mundane human needs。 He had the most beautiful； perfect body
in the world and I had him all to myself； and it didn't feel like I was ever going to find a point where I
would think； Now I've had enough for