Bella

The first time I saw Aaron Morris, I felt sick to my stomach. It was like seeing a ghost. It was him. No ...of course it wasn't, but the resemblance was uncanny. I felt a shiver down my spine as I looked at those startling green eyes. Despite myself, I wanted to hold him, kiss him, taste his lips.

He and Aaron were like night and day. People in the hallways sometimes stopped him to shake his hand, calling him a good sport as they slapped his back. He warmed up easily to people, smiling so much that the corners of his eyes crinkled.

In direct contrast to this...