much in control of myself as I should have been. I let my lips fall open, wanting to feel her breath in my mouth.
Just at that moment, her legs seemed to give out, and she slid through my arms toward the floor.
I caught her at once, holding her upright. I held up her head with my left hand; it rocked, loose on her neck. Her eyes were closed and her lips white.
“Bella?” I shouted, panicking.
She gasped in a loud breath and her eyelids fluttered. I realized that I hadn’t heard the sound of her breathing in a while—longer than was right.
Another ragged breath and her feet struggled to find the floor.
“You…,” she sighed with her eyes still half-closed, “made… me… faint.”
She had actually stopped breathing to kiss me. Probably in a misguided attempt to make things less difficult for me.
“What am I going to do with you?” I half growled. “Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!”
She giggled, choking on her own laughter as her lungs tried to pull in the necessary oxygen. I was still supporting most of her weight.
“So much for being good at everything,” I muttered.
“That’s the problem. You’re too good.” She took a deep breath. “Far, far too good.”
“Do you feel sick?” At least her lips had not gone green. A delicate shade of pink was creeping into them as I watched.
“No,” she answered, her voice stronger. “That wasn’t the same kind of fainting at all. I don’t know what happened.… I think I forgot to breathe.”
I’d noticed.
“I can’t take you anywhere like this,” I grumbled.
She took another breath, and then straightened in my arms. She blinked fast five times, and lifted her chin into its most stubborn position.
“I’m fine.” Her voice was stronger, I had to concede. And the color had already come back into her face. “Your family is going to think I’m insane anyway, what’s the difference?”
I examined her carefully. Her breathing had evened out. Her heart sounded stronger than it had a moment ago. She seemed to be supporting her own weight without difficulty. The roses in her cheeks were getting brighter with every passing second, set off by the vivid blue of her blouse.
“I’m very partial to that color with your skin,” I told her. That made her blush even more intensely.
“Look,” she said, interrupting my scrutiny. “I’m trying really hard not to think about what I’m about to do, so can we go already?”
Her voice was back to normal strength as well.
“And you’re worried, not because you’re headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won’t approve of you, correct?”
She grinned. “That’s right.”
I shook my head. “You’re incredible.”
Her smile widened. She took my hand and pulled me to the door.
I decided it was better to pretend that the driving arrangements were already settled than to ask her about them. I let her lead the way to her truck, and then deftly opened the passenger door for her. She didn’t object in any way; she didn’t even glare at me. I felt this was a promising sign.
While I drove, she sat up alertly and stared out her window, watching the houses race past us. I could see that she was nervous, but I also guessed that she was curious. Once it was clear we were not going to stop at any given house, she lost all interest in it and looked to the next. I wondered how she pictured my home.
As we left the town behind us, she seemed to get more apprehensive. She glanced at me a few times, as if she wanted to ask a question, but when she caught me looking at her, she turned back to the window quickly, her ponytail whipping out behind her. Her toes started tapping against the floor of the truck cab, though I hadn’t put the radio on.
When I turned onto the drive, she sat up straighter, and then her knee was bouncing in time with her toes. Her fingers pressed so tightly against the window frame that their tips turned white.
As the drive wound on and on, she started to frown. And truly, it did look like we were headed somewhere just as remote and uninhabited as the meadow. The stress mark appeared between her brows.
I reached out and brushed her shoulder, and she gave me a strained smile before turning to the window again.
Finally, the drive broke through the last fringe of the forest and onto the lawn.