Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They are the brilliant creation of Stephenie Meyer.
I had been uneasy all night. I shouldn't be here… No good could come from this… Maybe I should leave town for a few years…
I froze. I thought she was still asleep. I hadn't heard her heart rate or her breathing change. I mean, sure, I was lost in thought, but I think I'd notice if she started to stir. I was that attuned to her. She repeated my name, sighed, and rolled over, mumbling incoherently.
If I had a beating heart, I know it would have just stopped. My mind raced while I held as still as a statue. I wouldn't even let the rocker creak.
What in the world could possibly make her say my name? Was she subconsciously aware of me? Was she dreaming of me?
Three boys had already asked her to the dance today, and they weren't the only ones who wanted to. Once again, my anger flared. How dare they… This time, though, I recognized the jealousy behind the anger. Why was I jealous? I don't have the right to be jealous. I don't belong in that line of admirers. I am glad she turned them down. They'll never truly love her. What, and I will? Or do I already?
My disjointed thoughts started to slow and I started to make sense of my emotions.
She was so beautiful. I need to know what she's thinking. I'll talk to her tomorrow morning. Maybe I could offer her a ride to Seattle, as a friend. Yes, I can be her friend. I shouldn't be her friend, though I'll never tell her why. I will talk to her tomorrow, if she'll let me. I know I didn't make the best first impression, and today didn't help. She thinks I hate her.
Truthfully, somewhere deep in my being, I knew that couldn't be further from the truth, but I wasn't quite ready to admit that to myself. But if I had a beating heart, it would now be racing like never before.