“...About three things I was absolutely positive." You read, "First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn't know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”
"Your reading that book again, dragă? It's a bad influence- you should stop reading it."
You smiled as your boy friend, Vladimir, wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your head. Chuckling, you closed the book and set it on your lap before smiling up at him.
"Why should I? Don't tell me your jealous of a fictional character." You teased, and a small frown pulled at his lips.
"Me? Jealous?" He scoffed, "I could never be jealous of a vampire who sparkled like a disco ball every time he stepped into the sun, dragă." Giggling,