Edward's voice trembled as he struggled to hold onto the small pocket book in his hands, holding onto your waist to keep you steady as you moved on his lap.

"And neither the angels in Heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea," He took a shaky breath, grunting softly at your movement. "Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful—" He grunted once more, stiffling back a moan. "b-beautiful— oh God—" Unable to hold himself back, "Dear, oh dear—"