"Stephenie Meyer - Twikight 02 - New Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meyer Stephanie)

Edward played with the radio while I drove, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Your radio has horrible reception."

I frowned. I didn't like it when he picked on my truck. The truck was greatтАФit had personality.

"You want a nice stereo? Drive your own car." I was so nervous about Alice's plans, on top of my
already gloomy mood, that the words came out sharper than I'd meant them. I was hardly ever
bad-tempered with Edward, and my tone made him press his lips together to keep from smiling.

When I parked in front of Charlie's house, he reached over to take my face in his hands. He handled me
very carefully, pressing just the tips of his fingers softly against my temples, my cheekbones, my jawline.
Like I was especially breakable. Which was exactly the caseтАФcompared with him, at least.

"You should be in a good mood, today of all days," he whispered. His sweet breath fanned across my
face.

"And if I don't want to be in a good mood?" I asked, my breathing uneven.

His golden eyes smoldered. "Too bad."

My head was already spinning by the time he leaned closer and pressed his icy lips against mine. As he
intended, no doubt, I forgot all about my worries, and concentrated on remembering how to inhale and
exhale.
His mouth lingered on mine, cold and smooth and gentle, until I wrapped my arms around his neck and
threw myself into the kiss with a little too much enthusiasm. I could feel his lips curve upward as he let go
of my face and reached back to unlock my grip on him.

Edward had drawn many careful lines for our physical relationship, with the intent being to keep me alive.
Though I respected the need for maintaining a safe distance between my skin and his razor-sharp,
venom-coated teeth, I tended to forget about trivial things like that when he was kissing me.

"Be good, please," he breathed against my cheek. He pressed his lips gently to mine one more time and
then pulled away, folding my arms across my stomach.

My pulse was thudding in my ears. I put one hand over my heart. It drummed hyperactively under my
palm.

"Do you think I'll ever get better at this?" I wondered, mostly to myself. "That my heart might someday
stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?"

"I really hope not," he said, a bit smug.

I rolled my eyes. "Let's go watch the Capulets and Montagues hack each other up, all right?"

"Your wish, my command."

Edward sprawled across the couch while I started the movie, fast-forwarding through the opening
credits.