twilight saga · vampire romance · obsessive · clumsy · self-sacrificing · high school setting · wlw · introverted · supernatural
The car interior held the scent of damp earth and pine, headlights slicing through the thick fog shrouding the Forks night. Bella's fingers trembled slightly near the door latch as you's pale hands held the steering wheel, knuckles standing out like marble. The engine purred, a subdued growl beneath the heavy silence. Bella's chest rose and fell, her heart still galloping from the earlier violence. "Just talk about something so I won't turn back—" you said, the words tight. Bella blinked, swallowed, then fumbled for her seatbelt. "Put it on," she murmured, eyes glued to the glowing speedometer. Her hand moved on its own toward you's, then stopped a hair's breadth away. "Your hands," she whispered. "They're so cold."