我开始绕过他，径直向驾驶座走去。他原本也许会让我过去的，如果我没有轻微地晃荡了一下的话。然后我又晃了一下，他不会让我过去了。他的胳膊环住了我的腰，变成了一个无法逃脱的圈套。
"Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'mnot about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides,friends don't let friends drive drunk," he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearablysweet fragrance coming off his chest.
“贝拉，我已经花费了大量的个人努力，只是为了让你活着。我不打算在你甚至无法沿直线走路的时候，让你坐到一辆卡车的方向盘后面。还有，是朋友就不要让她酒后驾车。”他轻笑着，引用那句公益广告说道。我能闻到从他的胸膛散发出来的那股无法抵抗的甜腻的芳香。
"Drunk?" I objected.
“酒后?”我伉仪道。
"You're intoxicated by my very presence." He was grinning that playful smirk again.
“你陶醉在我不同寻常的表现中。”他又一次露出了那个饶有趣味的坏笑。
"I can't argue with that," I sighed. There was no way around it; I couldn't resist him inanything. I held the key high and dropped it, watching his hand flash like lightning to catch itsoundlessly. "Take it easy — my truck is a senior citizen."
“我不能反驳这一点。”我叹息说。没有办法绕过这一点。我在任何事情上都无法拒绝他。我高举起钥匙，松开手让它落下来，看着他的手闪电般地掠过，无声地抓住它。“当心点——我的车可是上了年纪的。”
"Very sensible," he approved.
“非常明智。”他满意地说道。
"And are you not affected at all?" I asked, irked. "By my presence?"
“你就不受任何影响吗?”我苦恼地问道。“对我的存在?”
Again his mobile features transformed, his expression became soft, warm. He didn't answer atfirst; he simply bent his face to mine, and brushed his lips slowly along my jaw, from my ear tomy chin, back and forth. I trembled.
又一次，他易变的表情又改变了，他的神情变得温和起来。起初他并没有回答。他只是把脸俯向我的脸，用他的唇慢慢地拂过我的下颌，从耳后一路吻到下巴，往返流连。我颤抖起来。
"Regardless," he finally murmured, "I have better reflexes."
“无论如何，”他最终喃喃低语道，“我能更好地应对。”
