lightheaded； but that could have been because I’d forgotten to keep breathing。 Again。
It was a face any male model in the world would trade his soul for。 Of course； that might be exactly the
asking price： one soul。
No。 I didn’t believe that。 I felt guilty for even thinking it； and was glad — as I was often glad — that I was
the one person whose thoughts were a mystery to Edward。
I reached for his hand； and sighed when his cold fingers found mine。 His touch brought with it the strangest
sense of relief — as if I’d been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased。
“Hey。” I smiled a little at my anticlimactic greeting。
He raised our interlaced fingers to brush my cheek with the back of his hand。 “How was your afternoon？”
“Slow。”
“For me； as well。”
He pulled my wrist up to his face； our hands still twisted together。 His eyes closed as his nose skimmed
along the skin there； and he smiled gently without opening them。 Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine；
as he’d once put it。
I knew that the scent of my blood — so much sweeter to him than any other person’s blood； truly like
wine beside water to an alcoholic — caused him actual pain from the burning thirst it engendered。 But he
didn’t seem to shy away from it as much as he once had。 I could only dimly imagine the Herculean effort
behind this simple gesture。
It made me sad that he had to try so hard。 I forted myself with the knowledge that I wouldn’t be
causing him pain much longer。
I heard Charlie approaching then； stamping his feet on the way to express his customary displeasure with
our guest。 Edward’s eyes snapped open and he let our hands fall； keeping them twined。
“Good evening； Charlie。” Edward was always flawlessly polite； though Charlie didn’t deserve it。
Charlie grunted at him； and then stood there with his arms crossed over his chest。 He was taking the idea
of parental supervision to extremes lately。
“I brought another set of applications；” Edward told me then； holding up a stuffed manila envelope。 He
was wearing a roll of stamps like a ring around his littlest finger。
I groaned。 How were there any colleges left that he hadn’t forced me to apply to already？ And how did
he keep finding these loophole openings？ It was so late in the year。
He smiled as if he could read my thoughts； they must have been very obvious on my face。 “There are still
a few open deadlines。 And a few places willing to make exceptions。”
I could just imagine the motivations behind such exceptions。 And the dollar amounts involved。
Edward laughed at my expression。
“Shall we？” he asked； towing me toward the kitchen table。
Charlie huffed and followed behind； though he could hardly plain about the activity on tonight’s
agenda。 He’d been pestering me to make a decision about college on a daily basis。
I cleared the table quickly while Edward organized an intimidating stack of forms。 When I moved
Wuthering Heights to the counter； Edward raised one eyebrow。 I knew what he was thinking； but Charlie
interrupted before Edward could ment。
“Speaking of college applications； Edward；” Charlie said； his tone even more sullen — he tried to avoid
addressing Edward directly； and when he had to； it exacerbated his bad mood。 “Bella and I were just talking
about next year。 Have you decided where you’re going to school？”
Edward smiled up at Charlie and his voice was friendly。 “Not yet。 I’ve received a few acceptance letters；
but I’m still weighing my options。”
“Where have you been accepted？” Charlie pressed。
“Syracuse 。 。 。 Harvard 。 。 。 Dartmouth 。 。 。 and I just got accepted to the University of Alaska Southeast
today。” Edward turned his face slightly to the side so that he could wink at me。 I stifled a giggle。
“Harvard？ Dartmouth？” Charlie mumbled； unable to conceal his awe。 “Well that’s pretty 。 。 。 that’s
something。 Yeah； but the University of Alaska 。 。 。 you wouldn’t really consider that when you could go Ivy
League。 I mean； your father would want you to 。 。 。”
“Carlisle’s always fine with whatever I choose to do；” Edward told him serenely。
“Hmph。”
“Guess what； Edward？” I asked in a bright voice； playing along。
“What； Bella？”
I pointed to the thick envelope on the counter。 “I just got my acceptance to the University of Alaska！”
“Congratulations！” He grinned。 “What a coincidence。”
Charlie’s eyes narrowed and he glared back and forth between the two of us。 “Fine；” he muttered after a
minute。 “I’m going to go watch the game； Bella。 Nihirty。”
That was his usual parting mand。
“Er； Dad？ Remember the very recent discussion about my freedom 。 。 。 ？”
He sighed。 “Right。 Okay； tenthirty。 You still have a curfew on school nights。”
“Bella’s no longer grounded？” Edward asked。 Though I knew he wasn’t really surprised； I couldn’t detect
any false note to the sudden excitement in his voice。
“Conditionally；” Charlie corrected through his teeth。 “What’s it to you？”
I frowned at my dad； but he didn’t see。
“It’s just good to know；” Edward said。 “Alice has been itching for a shopping partner； and I’m sure Bella
would love to see some city lights。” He smiled at me。
But Charlie growled； “No！” and his face flushed purple。
“Dad！ What’s the problem？”
He made an effort to unclench his teeth。 “I don’t want you going to Seattle right now。”
“Huh？”
“I told you about that story in the paper — there’s some kind of gang on a killing spree in Seattle and I
want you to steer clear； okay？”
I rolled my eyes。 “Dad； there’s a better chance that I’ll get struck by lightning than that the one day I’m in
Seattle —”
“No； that’s fine； Charlie；” Edward said； interrupting me。 “I didn’t mean Seattle。 I was thinking Portland；
actually。 I wouldn’t have Bella in Seattle； either。 Of course not。”
I looked at him in disbelief； but he had Charlie’s newspaper in his hands and he was reading the front page
intently。
He must have been trying to appease my father。 The idea of being in danger from even the most deadly of
humans while I was with Alice or Edward was downright hilarious。
It worked。 Charlie stared at Edward for one second more； and then shrugged。 “Fine。” He stalked off
toward the living room； in a bit of a hurry now — maybe he didn’t want to miss tipoff。
I waited till the TV was on； so that Charlie wouldn’t be able to hear me。
“What —；” I started to ask。
“Hold on；” Edward said without looking up from the paper。 His eyes stayed focused on the page as he
pushed the first application toward me across the table。 “I think you can recycle your essays for this one。
Same questions。”
Charlie must still be listening。 I sighed and started to fill out the repetitive information： name； address；
social。 。 。 。 After a few minutes I glanced up； but Edward was now staring pensively out the window。 As I bent
my head back to my work； I noticed for the first time the name of the school。
I snorted and shoved the papers aside。
“Bella？”
“Be serious； Edward。 Dartmouth？”
Edward lifted the discarded application and laid it gently in front of me again。 “I think you’