"Probably should, huh?" Edward reached up to push his hair back and moved closer again, so Jonathan could apply the plaster. He'd have done it himself, but then Jonathan would have given him a look about not doing it right. That was at least fifty percent of the reason why he usually went to Jonathan to patch himself up these days.

"Anyway, you're wrong about him. I don't blame you. But it doesn't matter whether he'll believe me or not, the point is that he'll have the look and the emotion in his voice and there will be a lingering touch and that is just something I do not wish to entertain." Edward shook his head, pulling a face. "Hormones. Something like that. Whatever it is Harvey does to me, it's... I don't know. Sticks like honey."