His eyes were peaceful. 他的眼睛非常平和。

"It won't be so hard again," he said with satisfaction. “这不会再那么难了。”他满意地说道。

"Was that very hard for you?" “这曾经对你来说很难吗？”

"Not nearly as bad as I imagined it would be. And you?" “情况还没有我想象中的那么坏。你呢？”

"No, it wasn't bad… for me." “不，这不坏……对我来说。”

He smiled at my inflection. "You know what I mean." 我的声音有些变调，他不禁笑了起来：“你知道我指的是什么。”

I smiled. 我笑了。

"Here." He took my hand and placed it against his cheek. "Do you feel how warm it is?" “这里。”他拿起我的手，放到他的脸颊上。“你感觉到这里有多么温暖吗？”

And it was almost warm, his usually icy skin. 和他平常冰冷的肌肤相比，确实可以称得上是温暖。

But I barely noticed, for I was touching his face, something I'd dreamed of constantly since the first day I'd seen him. 但我几乎没有注意到，因为我正在触碰着他的脸，这是从我第一天见到他起就一直梦寐以求的事。

"Don't move," I whispered. “别动。”我耳语道。

No one could be still like Edward. 没人能像爱德华这样静止不动。

He closed his eyes and became as immobile as stone, a carving under my hand. 他闭上眼睛，像石头一样岿然不动，变成了我手中的一尊雕像。

I moved even more slowly than he had, careful not to make one unexpected move. 我的动作甚至比他还要缓慢，小心翼翼地不做半个多余的动作。

I caressed his cheek, delicately stroked his eyelid, the purple shadow in the hollow under his eye. 我爱抚着他的脸颊，优雅地抚过他的眼睑，他眼窝下淡紫色的阴影。

I traced the shape of his perfect nose, and then, so carefully, his flawless lips. 我描摹着他完美的鼻子的形状，然后，那么仔细地，描着他完美无瑕的嘴唇。

His lips parted under my hand, and I could feel his cool breath on my fingertips. 他的嘴唇在我的手下半张着，我能感觉到他冰冷的呼吸拂过我的指尖。

I wanted to lean in, to inhale the scent of him. 我想要靠过去，轻嗅他身上的香味。

So I dropped my hand and leaned away, not wanting to push him too far. 所以我放下手，侧过身子，等不及把他推开些。