Edward POV

Crap. It would be a lot easier if Bella wasn't the exception of my talent. But that is what makes me take interest in her. She just sends off a signal that says "take interest in me" not the Rosalie signal of saying I am so pretty but a different humble way that sends off the vibe of attraction. I should be leading her home. I should be taking responsibility of her. Bella's new, she has the most fragile sense otf courage I have ever sensed, Jasper taught me how to do that. Instead I just felt like taking her elsewhere, with the flowers and greens, my meadow. I grabbed her hand in an iron grip. She turned in surprise. I took her hand, cool against my skin. She feels like satin. I intertwined my fingers with hers, I can feel her body tense and relax at the action. I can feel the corners if her lips tugging upwards. We ran together, side-by-side. I can sense her excitement as she runs toward the unknown destination. Her power of being a newborn was strong enough to catch up with my speed. We arrived eventually. She was so devoted at surveying her surroundings that she didn't even realize that she had squeezed my hand out of excitement. She was gazing at the flowers on the edge out the beautiful meadow. The tall oak tree were standing next to each other, fluttering side-by-side in the midnight breeze. Which blows lightly on my face and my exposed arms. She finally got over the sudden excitement and turned towards me with those blood red eyes full of excitement and curiosity. She had finally realized how hard she was holding on to my hand, she looked at me in question as if she was exexpecting some kind of reaction. She squeezed my hand once again , an apology . I wasn't really there, at the meadow. It was just a form of me. Deep down, deep inside my mind, I was falling, falling...for this girl in front of me.