"Twilight - 03 - Eclipse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meyer Stephanie)

УCharlie didnТt throw a fit when you picked me up for school.Ф

But I was sure Charlie was going to turn sulky fast when he got home and found Edward here. Maybe I should make something extra-special for dinner.

Inside, I headed up the stairs, and Edward followed. He lounged on my bed and gazed out the window, seeming oblivious to my edginess.

I stowed my bag and turned the computer on. There was an unanswered e-mail from my mom to attend to, and she got panicky when I took too long. I drummed my fingers as I waited for my decrepit computer to wheeze awake; they snapped against the desk, staccato and anxious.

And then his fingers were on mine, holding them still.

УAre we a little impatient today?Ф he murmured.

I looked up, intending to make a sarcastic remark, but his face was closer than IТd expected. His golden eyes were smoldering, just inches away, and his breath was cool against my open lips. I could taste his scent on my tongue.

I couldnТt remember the witty response IТd been about to make. I couldnТt remember my name.

He didnТt give me a chance to recover.

If I had my way, I would spend the majority of my time kissing Edward. There wasnТt anything IТd experienced in my life that compared to the feeling of his cool lips, marble hard but always so gentle, moving with mine.

I didnТt often get my way.

So it surprised me a little when his fingers braided themselves into my hair, securing my face to his. My arms locked behind his neck, and I wished I was stronger Ч strong enough to keep him prisoner here. One hand slid down my back, pressing me tighter against his stone chest. Even through his sweater, his skin was cold enough to make me shiver Ч it was a shiver of pleasure, of happiness, but his hands began to loosen in response.

I knew I had about three seconds before he would sigh and slide me deftly away, saying something about how weТd risked my life enough for one afternoon. Making the most of my last seconds, I crushed myself closer, molding myself to the shape of him. The tip of my tongue traced the curve of his lower lip; it was as flawlessly smooth as if it had been polished, and thetaste Ч

He pulled my face away from his, breaking my hold with ease Ч he probably didnТt even realize that I was using all my strength.

He chuckled once, a low, throaty sound. His eyes were bright with the excitement he so rigidly disciplined.

УAh, Bella.Ф He sighed.

УIТd say IТm sorry, but IТm not.Ф

УAnd I should feel sorry that youТre not sorry, but I donТt. Maybe I should go sit on the bed.Ф

I exhaled a little dizzily. УIf you think thatТs necessary. . . .Ф

He smiled crookedly and disentangled himself.

I shook my head a few times, trying to clear it, and turned back to my computer. It was all warmed up and humming now. Well, not as much humming as groaning.

УTell Renщe I said hello.Ф

УSure thing.Ф

I scanned through RenщeТs e-mail, shaking my head now and then at some of the dippier things sheТd done. I was just as entertained and horrified as the first time IТd read this. It was so like my mother to forget exactly how paralyzed she was by heights until she was already strapped to a parachute and a dive instructor. I felt a little frustrated with Phil, her husband of almost two years, for allowing that one. I would have taken better care of her. I knew her so much better.

You have to let them go their own way eventually, I reminded myself. You have to let them have their own life. . . .