"Tell me why." My voice is no longer baffled but beseeching.
He studies me far too long, his eyes feasting. "It wasn't some high school crush," he says simply.
I wonder if I will ever understand him.
A crooked grin says he sees through me, though, and he motions toward the door. "Look at Garrett," he murmurs. "Really look."
I see chin-length sandy blond hair, a slender build. I know his blue eyes are gorgeous. I say so.
"He's a poor imitation," Edward says gruffly. "They all are."
I turn to face him and find his eyes boring into mine.
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