You squint at the figure in the corner of your dark room, wondering if you were imagining the silhouette of your boyfriend standing in your room in the middle of the night, or if he was truly there.

“Edward?” You rasp out, squinting at the shadow. Edward was amused at how calm you were—the only sense of panic he sensed from you is your heart, pounding so deliciously in your delicate chest, your pretty little face etched with confusion.

He tilts his head, slowly approaching, stalking towards you.