3 eclipse月食-第62部分

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too。”　
　“You　can’t　make　me　go　somewhere　you　won’t　be；”　I　vowed。　“That’s　my　definition　of　hell。　Anyway；　I　
have　an　easy　solution　to　all　this：　let’s　never　die；　all　right？”　
　“Sounds　simple　enough。　Why　didn’t　I　think　of　that？”　
　He　smiled　at　me　until　I　gave　up　with　an　angry　humph。　“So　that’s　it。　You　won’t　sleep　with　me　until　we’re　
married。”　
　“Technically；　I　can’t　ever　sleep　with　you。”　
　I　rolled　my　eyes。　“Very　mature；　Edward。”　
　“But；　other　than　that　detail；　yes；　you’ve　got　it　right。”　

“I　think　you　have　an　ulterior　motive。”　
His　eyes　widened　innocently。　“Another　one？”　
“You　know　this　will　speed　things　up；”　I　accused。　
He　tried　not　to　smile。　“There　is　only　one　thing　I　want　to　speed　up；　and　the　rest　can　wait　forever　。　。　。　but　for　
that；　it’s　true；　your　impatient　human　hormones　are　my　most　powerful　ally　at　this　point。”　
“I　can’t　believe　I’m　going　along　with　this。　When　I　think　of　Charlie　。　。　。　and　Renée！　Can　you　imagine　what　
Angela　will　think？　Or　Jessica？　Ugh。　I　can　hear　the　gossip　now。”　
He　raised　one　eyebrow　at　me；　and　I　knew　why。　What　did　it　matter　what　they　said　about　me　when　I　
leaving　soon　and　not　ing　back？　Was　I　really　so　oversensitive　that　I　couldn’t　bear　a　few　weeks　of　sidelong　
glances　and　leading　questions？　
Maybe　it　wouldn’t　bug　me　so　much　if　I　didn’t　know　that　I　would　probably　be　gossiping　just　as　
condescendingly　as　the　rest　of　them　if　it　was　someone　else　getting　married　this　summer。　
Gah。　Married　this　summer！　I　shuddered。　
And　then；　maybe　it　wouldn’t　bug　me　so　much　if　I　hadn’t　been　raised　to　shudder　at　the　thought　of　marriage。　
Edward　interrupted　my　fretting。　“It　doesn’t　have　to　be　a　big　production。　I　don’t　need　any　fanfare。　You　
won’t　have　to　tell　anyone　or　make　any　changes。　We’ll　go　to　Vegas　—　you　can　wear　old　jeans　and　we’ll　go　to　
the　chapel　with　the　drivethrough　window。　I　just　want　it　to　be　official　—　that　you　belong　to　me　and　no　one　
else。”　
“It　couldn’t　be　any　more　official　than　it　already　is；”　I　grumbled。　But　his　description　didn’t　sound　that　bad。　
Only　Alice　would　be　disappointed。　
“We’ll　see　about　that。”　He　smiled　placently。　“I　suppose　you　don’t　want　your　ring　now？”　
I　had　to　swallow　before　I　could　speak。　“You　suppose　correctly。”　
He　laughed　at　my　expression。　“That’s　fine。　I’ll　get　it　on　your　finger　soon　enough。”　
I　glared　at　him。　“You　talk　like　you　already　have　one。”　
“I　do；”　he　said；　unashamed。　“Ready　to　force　upon　you　at　the　first　sign　of　weakness。”　
“You’re　unbelievable。”　
“Do　you　want　to　see　it？”　he　asked。　His　liquid　topaz　eyes　were　suddenly　shining　with　excitement。　
“No！”　I　almost　shouted；　a　reflex　reaction。　I　regretted　it　at　once。　His　face　fell　ever　so　slightly。　“Unless　you　
really　want　to　show　it　to　me；”　I　amended。　I　gritted　my　teeth　together　to　keep　my　illogical　terror　from　showing。　
“That’s　all　right；”　he　shrugged。　“It　can　wait。”　
I　sighed。　“Show　me　the　damn　ring；　Edward。”　
He　shook　his　head。　“No。”　
I　studied　his　expression　for　a　long　minute。　
“Please？”　I　asked　quietly；　experimenting　with　my　newly　discovered　weapon。　I　touched　his　face　lightly　with　
the　tips　of　my　fingers。　“Please　can　I　see　it？”　
His　eyes　narrowed。　“You　are　the　most　dangerous　creature　I’ve　ever　met；”　he　muttered。　But　he　got　up　and　
moved　with　unconscious　grace　to　kneel　next　to　the　small　bedside　table。　He　was　back　on　the　bed　with　me　in　an　
instant；　sitting　beside　me　with　one　arm　around　my　shoulder。　In　his　other　hand　was　a　little　black　box。　He　
balanced　it　on　my　left　knee。　
“Go　ahead　and　look；　then；”　he　said　brusquely。　
It　was　harder　than　it　should　have　been　to　pick　up　the　inoffensive　little　box；　but　I　didn’t　want　to　hurt　him　
again；　so　I　tried　to　keep　my　hand　from　shaking。　The　surface　was　smooth　with　black　satin。　I　brushed　my　fingers　
over　it；　hesitating。　
“You　didn’t　spend　a　lot　of　money；　did　you？　Lie　to　me；　if　you　did。”　
“I　didn’t　spend　anything；”　he　assured　me。　“It’s　just　another　handmedown。　This　is　the　ring　my　father　gave　
to　my　mother。”　
“Oh。”　Surprise　colored　my　voice。　I　pinched　the　lid　between　my　thumb　and　forefinger；　but　didn’t　open　it。　
“I　supposed　it’s　a　little　outdated。”　His　tone　was　playfully　apologetic。　“Oldfashioned；　just　like　me。　I　can　get　
you　something　more　modern。　Something　from　Tiffany’s？”　
“I　like　oldfashioned　things；”　I　mumbled　as　I　hesitantly　lifted　the　lid。　
Nestled　into　the　black　satin；　Elizabeth　Masen’s　ring　sparkled　in　the　dim　light。　The　face　was　a　long　oval；　set　
with　slanting　rows　of　glittering　round　stones。　The　band　was　gold　—　delicate　and　narrow。　The　gold　made　a　

fragile　web　around　the　diamonds。　I’d　never　seen　anything　like　it。　
Unthinkingly；　I　stroked　the　shimmering　gems。　
“It’s　so　pretty；”　I　murmured　to　myself；　surprised。　
“Do　you　like　it？”　
“It’s　beautiful。”　I　shrugged；　feigning　a　lack　of　interest。　“What’s　not　to　like？”　
He　chuckled。　“See　if　it　fits。”　
My　left　hand　clenched　into　a　fist。　
“Bella；”　he　sighed。　“I’m　not　going　to　solder　it　to　your　finger。　Just　try　it　on　so　I　can　see　if　it　needs　to　be　
sized。　Then　you　can　take　it　right　off。”　
“Fine；”　I　grumbled。　
I　reached　for　the　ring；　but　his　long　fingers　beat　me　there。　He　took　my　left　hand　in　his；　and　slid　the　ring　into　
place　on　my　third　finger。　He　held　my　hand　out；　and　we　both　examined　the　oval　sparkling　against　my　skin。　It　
wasn’t　quite　as　awful　as　I’d　feared；　having　it　there。　
“A　perfect　fit；”　he　said　indifferently。　“That’s　nice　—　saves　me　a　trip　to　the　jeweler’s。”　
I　could　hear　some　strong　emotion　burning　under　the　casual　tone　of　his　voice；　and　I　stared　up　at　his　face。　It　
was　there　in　his　eyes；　too；　visible　despite　the　careful　nonchalance　of　his　expression。　
“You　like　that；　don’t　you？”　I　asked　suspiciously；　fluttering　my　fingers　and　thinking　that　it　was　really　too　bad　
that　I　had　not　broken　my　left　hand。　
He　shrugged　his　shoulders。　“Sure；”　he　said；　still　casual。　“It　looks　very　nice　on　you。”　
I　stared　into　his　eyes；　trying　to　decipher　the　emotion　that　smoldered　just　under　the　surface。　He　gazed　back；　
and　the　casual　pretense　suddenly　slipped　away。　He　was　glowing　—　his　angel’s　face　brilliant　with　joy　and　
victory。　He　was　so　glorious　that　it　knocked　me　breathless。　
Before　I　could　catch　that　breath；　he　was　kissing　me；　his　lips　exultant。　I　was　lightheaded　when　he　moved　his　
mouth　to　whisper　in　my　ear　—　but　his　breathing　was　just　as　ragged　as　mine。　
“Yes；　I　like　it。　You　have　no　idea。”　
I　laughed；　gasping　a　little。　“I　believe　you。”　
“Do　you　mind　if　I　do　something？”　he　murmured；　his　arms　tightening　around　me。　
“Anything　you　want。”　
But　he　let　me　go　and　slid　away。　
“Anything　but　that；”　I　plained。　
He　ignored　me；　taking　my　hand　and　pulling　me　off　the　bed；　too。　He　stood　in　front　of　me；　hands　on　my　
shoulders；　face　serious。　
“Now；　I　want　to　do　this　right。　Please；　please；　keep　in　mind　that　you’ve　already　agreed　to　this；　and　don’t　
ruin　it　for　me。”　
“Oh；　no；”　I　gasped　as　he　slid　down　onto　one　knee。　
“Be　nice；”　he　muttered。　
I　took　a　deep　breath。　
“Isabella　Swan？”　He　looked　up　at　me　through　his　impossibly　long　lashes；　his　golden　eyes　soft　but；　
somehow；　still　scorching。　“I　promise　to　love　you　forever　—　every　single　day　of　forever。　Will　you　marry　me？”　
There　were　many　things　I　wanted　to　say；　some　of　them　not　nice　at　all；　and　others　more　disgustingly　gooey　
and　romantic　than　he　probably　dreamed　I　was　capable　of。　Rather　than　embarrass　myself　with　either；　I　
whispered；　“Yes。”　
“Thank　you；”　he　said　simply。　He　took　my　left　hand　and　kissed　each　of　my　fingertips　before　he　kissed　the　
ring　that　was　now　mine。　

　　21。　TRAILS　


I　HATED　TO　WASTE　ANY　PART　OF　THE　NIGHT　IN　SLEEP；　but　that　was　inevitable。　The　sun　was　bright　outside　the　
windowwall　when　I　woke；　with　small　clouds　scuttling　too　quickly　across　the　sky。　The　wind　rocked　the　
treetops　till　the　whole　forest　looked　as　if　it　was　going　to　shake　apart。　
He　left　me　alone　to　get　dressed；　and　I　appreciated　the　chance　to　think。　Somehow；　my　plan　for　last　night　
had　gone　horribly　awry；　and　I　needed　e　to　grips　with　the　consequences。　Though　I’d　given　back　the　hand　
medown　ring　as　soon　as　I　could　do　it　without　hurting　his　feelings；　my　left　hand　felt　heavier；　like　it　was　still　in　
place；　just　invisible。　
This　shouldn’t　bother　me；　I　reasoned。　It　was　no　big　thing　—　a　road　trip　to　Vegas。　I　would　go　one　better　
than　old　jeans　—　I　would　wear　old　sweats。　The　ceremony　certainly　couldn’t　take　very　long；　no　more　than　
fifteen　minutes　at　the　most；　right？　So　I　could　handle　that。　
And　then；　when　it　was　over；　he’d　have　to　fulfill　his　side　of　the　bargain。　I　would　concentrate　on　that；　and　
forget　the　rest。　
He　said　I　didn’t　have　to　tell　anyone；　and　I　was　planning　to　hold　him　to　that。　Of　course；　it　was　very　stupid　
of　me　not　to　think　of　Alice。　
The　Cullens　got　home　around　noon。　There　was　a　new；　businesslike　feel　to　the　atmosphere　around　them；　
and　it　pulled　me　back　into　the　enormity　of　what　was　ing。　
Alice　seemed　to　be　in　an　unusually　bad　mood。　I　chalked　it　up　to　her　frustration　with　feeling　normal；　
because　her　first　words　to　Edward　were　a　plaint　about　working　with　the　wolves。　
“I　think”　—　she　made　a　face　as　she　used　the　uncertain　word　—　“that　you’re　going　to　want　to　pack　for　
cold　weather；　Edward。　I　can’t　see　where　you　are　exactly；　because　you’re　taking　off　with　that　dog　this　
afternoon。　But　the　storm　that’s　ing　seems　particularly　bad　in　that　general　area。”　
Edward　nodded。　
“It’s　going　to　snow　on　the　mountains；”　she　warned　him。　
“Ew；　snow；”　I　muttered　to　myself。　It　was　June；　for　crying　out　loud。　
“Wear　a　jacket；”　Alice　told　me。　Her　voice　was　unfriendly；　and　that　surprised　me。　I　tried　to　read　her　face；　
but　she　turned　away。　
I　looked　at　Edward；　and　he　was　smiling；　whatever　was　bugging　Alice　amused　him。　
Edward　had　more　than　enough　camping　gear　to　choose　from　—　props　in　the　human　charade；　the　Cullens　
were　good　customers　at　the　Newton’s　store。　He　grabbed　a　down　sleeping　bag；　a　small　tent；　and　several　
packets　of　dehydrated　food　—　grinning　when　I　made　a　face　at　them　—　and　stuffed　them　all　in　a　backpack。　
Alice　wandered　into　the　garage　while　we　were　there；　watching　Edward’s　preparations　without　a　word。　He