“You're intoxicated by my very presence.”

“Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk," he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest."Drunk?" I objected."You're intoxicated by my very presence." He was grinning that playful smirk again.”

“I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.”

“How can I put this so that you'll believe me? You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.”

“You're my life now and I will do anything to protect you.”

“You're like a drug to me...like my own personal brand of heroin.”

“And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?”“That's right,” I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word.He shook his head. “You're incredible.”