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"
Don
’
t
move
,
"
I
whispered
.
No
one
could
be
still
like
Edward
.
He
closed
his
eyes
and
became
as
immobile
as
stone
,
a
carving
under
my
hand
.
I
moved
even
more
slowly
than
he
had
,
careful
not
to
make
one
unexpected
move
.
I
caressed
his
cheek
,
delicately
stroked
his
eyelid
,
the
purple
shadow
in
the
hollow
under
his
eye
.
I
traced
the
shape
of
his
perfect
nose
,
and
then
,
so
carefully
,
his
flawless
lips
.
His
lips
parted
under
my
hand
,
and
I
could
feel
his
cool
breath
on
my
fingertips
.
I
wanted
to
lean
in
,
to
inhale
the
scent
of
him
.
So
I
dropped
my
hand
and
leaned
away
,
not
wanting
to
push
him
too
far
.
He
opened
his
eyes
,
and
they
were
hungry
.
Not
in
a
way
to
make
me
fear
,
but
rather
to
tighten
the
muscles
in
the
pit
of
my
stomach
and
send
my
pulse
hammering
through
my
veins
again
.
"
I
wish
,
"
he
whispered
,
"
I
wish
you
could
feel
the
.
.
.
complexity
.
.
.
the
confusion
.
.
.
I
feel
.
That
you
could
understand
.
"
He
raised
his
hand
to
my
hair
,
then
carefully
brushed
it
across
my
face
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
I
breathed
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
.
I
’
ve
told
you
,
on
the
one
hand
,
the
hunger
-
the
thirst
-
that
,
deplorable
creature
that
I
am
,
I
feel
for
you
.
And
I
think
you
can
understand
that
,
to
an
extent
.
Though
"
-
he
half
-
smiled
-
"
as
you
are
not
addicted
to
any
illegal
substances
,
you
probably
can
’
t
empathize
completely
.
