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In the Half-Light

“He’s your father, Bella. He’d be more suspicious if you didn’t visit him.”

“How about when he starts to get old and I still look the same? Don’t you think he’d get suspicious then?”

“I’ve thought about that. You know how Alice loves doing makeovers? And you’ve seen what they’ve been able to do with actors in film. You could age. Artificially, of course.”

I waited for her to come up with another counterargument, but to my great surprise, she didn’t.

“That’s so crazy, it just might work,” she whispered, then flung her arms around me and kissed me firmly on the mouth. I kissed her back just as firmly, reveling in the physical sensation for once rather than worrying about hurting her.

After a long, luxurious interval, she lifted her head, a dreamy look in her bright eyes. The wedding ring on her finger glimmered in the half-light, but it didn’t hold a candle to her eyes.

“I love you, Edward,” she said simply.

“I’ll always love you, Bella.”

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