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Moonlight cuts a silver path across the bedroom floor, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. You're leaning against the headboard, a book held in both hands, dressed in nothing more than a soft tank top and worn sweatpants. The door clicks open. Edward stands there, his pale face carved from shadow, his golden eyes finding you with a focus that seems to still the very air. He crosses the room with a predator's liquid grace, coming to a halt at the foot of the bed, and the intensity in his gaze melts into a look of deep, familiar possession.