" You wouldn't dare!" Mom had regained some of her former outrage. She'd been sitting up in bed reading a magazine. The reading glasses Mom had taken ...to wearing didn't detract at all from her looks."Sure I'd dare. Try it and see." Please leave me alone, Edward. What do you want to get out of this anyway?"I didn't answer. I smirked a bit but my expression must have told volumes."Edward! I am your mother!" I know that, Mom." And as your mother I deserve your respect even if we don't always agree. I'll tell you a story that happened to me some time ago, it was the middle of the week I Ernest and Chris were in the classroom Sebastian was free, we were all 20 but I ran out of class 15 because the professor was also a replacement, so the apartment got faster, I was about 16 I went upstairs, entered the apartment and went to his room, swept up and remembered that Seb had a day off so I went to his room, quietly because I knew that he likes the free sleep to 15 or and differently, quietly I. There was one part that felt warm. The small hard weight of Nana’s locket was hot against my cold skin. I tuned out the insults, turning off my ears so they stopped hearing sounds. I reached up with both hands to press the locket firmly against my skin, driving its warmth into me. The warmth penetrated straight into my heart and I felt this desperate need to stand up straight. I pushed myself up, lifting my head up, straightening my spine. The only noise I could hear was the unnaturally loud. Her body was warm, and not because there were too many blankets. Simon found he could not hold on to a coherent thought, especially when Connie ran her fingers through his hair. He'd never imagined it would feel so good—so right—to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her body pressed against his. His hands moved as though under their own control, running through her hair, stroking her back, sliding down over her hip, then back up, under the t-shirt she wore to sleep in. She gasped and he moaned.