my own personal brand of heroin...

But you, your scent, it's like a drug to me. Like my own personal brand of heroin.
Bella: (realizing) Oh... I thought you hated me when we first met.
Edward: I did. For making me want you so badly. I'm still not sure I can control myself.
(He reaches her again.)
Bella: I know you can.
(He's utterly vulnerable as he looks at her, searching her face for clues.)
Edward: I wish I could undestand this thing you see in me. You look at me with those eyes... (frustrated) I can't read your mind. Tell me what you're thinking.
Bella: I'm afraid.
(Stricken, he sinks gracefully to his knees in the grass.)
Edward: (devastated) Good.
(She sinks down in front of him.)