I pulled her back into my arms and rested my chin on her head.

She shifted in my arms to peer up at me. “You said once that this was your least favorite time of day, twilight. But I kind of like it. Remember our honeymoon in Paris?â€?

I gave her my best crooked smile. “How could I forget?â€?

If Bella could still blush, she definitely would have then. She ducked her head and continued softly, “There was a painting in the Louvre called L’heure Bleu and it reminded me so much of Forks. It was exactly the same color of the sky at dusk in Forks.â€?

She sighed, sinking into the memory. “I love this time of day. I never really noticed it before, till now. How could you not like it?â€?

I was quiet for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “I think the reason why I didn’t like it before was because it made me sad. Nighttime made me feel so alone. I was always most aware of myself at this time, of what I was, and of my immortality.”