It was big and silver...
It was big and sleek and silver and-even totally motionless-it looked fast.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing,” Edward murmured.
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
“Well, I didn’t know if you were going to forgive your friend, or he you, and I wondered if you would still want to ride your bike anyway. It sounded like it was something that you enjoyed. I thought I could go with you, if you wished.”
"I wouldn't be able to keep up with you," I whispered....
Then he smiled. It looked effortless, except for the tiny defensive tightening of his eyes. "This is something you do with Jacob. I see that now."
I eyed the silver motorcycle doubtfully.
"Don't worry about it," Edward said, and then he laughed lightly
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