"Why must you be so pugnacious?" Edward asked, his eyes smoldering.

"I can't help it. Every time I try to get close, you push me away." I said, scooting away. "I'm not trying to pick a fight."

Edward sighed. "You're tired, you need to rest."

I was sick of hearing that I was tired, feeling that I was tired, knowing that I could change it all if I could.

"I'm not good enough for you, is that it?" I asked, part of me hoping that he would just admit it, dash whatever hopes of a fairy tale I had.

"Pugnacious."