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"Now"he breathed, and just his smell disturbed my thought process,"what exactly are you worrying about?"

"Well, um, hitting a tree-"I gulped"-and dying, And then getting sick."

He fought back a smile. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat.

"Are you still worried now?" he murmured against my skin.

"Yes." I struggled to concentrate. "About hitting trees and getting sick."

His nose drew a line up the skin of my throat to the point of my chin. His cold breath tickled against my jaw.

"And now?" HIs lips whispered against my jaw.

"Trees," I gasped. "Motion Sickness."

He lifted his face to kiss my eyelids. "Bells, you don't really think I would hit a tree, do you?"

"No, but I might." There was no confidence in my voice. He smelled an easy victory.