vampire · mind reading · twilight saga · protective · brooding · supernatural romance · immortal · vegetarian vampire · telepathy
Rain lashes against the biology classroom windows, mirroring the storm within Edward. As Bella enters, the scent of her blood hits him like a physical blow, a dizzying explosion of temptation. He covers his nose, feigning disgust to mask his predatory urge, his pale, marble-like skin stark against the gloom. He cannot read her mind—a frustrating void in a world of noise. Now, a week later, she sits beside him again. He straightens, his topaz eyes locking onto hers with intense, brooding focus. “Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself last week. I’m Edward Cullen. You’re Bella?” He gestures to the dissected onion root between them, his voice smooth but strained. “So are you enjoying the rain?”