...at a loss for words...

It was just so amazingly hot! I am in love with the story! And your writing! Love it! Cudos to you!

I wasn't sure if I was going to completely love this fic., but I did! The first chapter was amazing! I loved the ending with Jasper being so possessive!
But I'm not good with acronyms and I was just wondering what PWP means... It would be great of someone could tell me...please.

Wow that was hot.

Fuck that was so hot I was so wet!

Just re read this stoey , it certainly holds up ... Thank You Again3 swak

Rereading, ahhh so good.

insert appropriate exclaimation here I can't get over what an amazing writer you are! This is like what I've been looking for my whole life, a novel that makes me chuckle every now and then (like that quip about Edward swapping hands when he jacked off) but with hardcore gay sex in all the right places. I especially like the slightly exhibitionist bits like when they do something slightly sexual in school or even here when Carlisle was watching them, it would have been hot if you'd mentioned it earlier (say the boys noticed and decided they didn't care, perhaps putting on a show?). I have this sinking feeling that you've finished with this fix and that I'm coming in late and that these 19 chapters is all there is, but I'm going to relish each and every one if them and then go looking for some more of your brilliant writing!

Thank you.

This is brilliant! I ADORE you're writing! I keep wanting to share excerpts but then I remember I'm reading porn. :P

"She's taking me to the new supposedly French restaurant in the tourist district. I'll just refuse to speak English. Her French isn't nearly as good as she thinks it is."

I do that too! I happen to speak 4 languages, 3 fluently and 1 passably and can blunder my way through sign language. My dad speaks 1 language fluently (his first language), and with enough time is capable of blundering through french and spanish, but it takes lots of repetition and even more time for him to understand anything being said to him in either language.
Anyway, I don't limit the language switches to restaurants, sometimes I speak in languages he doesn't understand for multiple days.

The other thing I do when I'm mad at him is either blatantly cross-dress (ie: bind chest, steal my brother's clothes, spike hair) or go full goth (ie. heavy eye-makeup, white face powder, black lipstick, color contacts, wrist gauntlets, black clothing, black robe/cape/cloak/coat, spiked collar, black boots, and umbrella.
My dad takes my interest in 'transforming'/crossdressing as something to be ignored and the entire idea as something disturbing. Oh well, I am who I am, if the rest of the world isn't ready to accept me, then fuck the world, I don't give a shit!

I love that Edward is left-handed. I love that you didn't come out and say "My name is Edward Cullen, and I am left-handed." I love how you showed that he is left handed through conversation, rather than making it a point to show he is left-handed, because Edward would not find it important in his perspective to say "I jacked off with my left hand, because I am left-handed." And I love you because you wrote this story. Good day.

Great fic!

Wow! ( Haven't read yet, Just want to see the review counter tick over to 3,500 *snicker*)

Ahhh, some resolution. E attending UW?

Hoooottttt...