Chapter 3 – Questions
Edward Cullen, bewildered,
looked at the blood stains on the sheets of his bunk. Contemplated the girl's
body and then wandered off the staring. I couldn't help but admire the well
rounded hips and thighs graceful that a moment before had possessed. Was about
to caress his back tenderly when his mind stopped thinking about the confusing
course of events: the calm, reserved young's initial acceptance of the
situation upon entering the cabin, his slight and playful resistance, sporadic
and inexperienced aid which it had provided in bed and, now, this endless tears
and blood all over the sheets. Chance was so poor he was forced to play this
craft? Their clothes and manners not confirmed, but his hands, though thin and
white, were not smooth like that of a lady from a good family. Shook his head,
shrugged and poured herself a glass of cognac.