His.

"I reached for his hand, and sighed when his cold fingers found mine. His touch brought with it the strangest sense of relief - as if I'd been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased."
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"It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect - not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place."
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"And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter . . . I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived."
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-Stephenie Meyer, Twilight series