Twilight: In the Meadow

His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. (...)
I would have liked to lie back, as he did, and let the sun warm my face. But I stayed curled up, my chin resting on my knees, unwilling to take my eyes off him. (...)
Hesitantly, always afraid, even now, that he would disappear like a mirage, too beautiful to be real... hesitantly, I reached out one finger and stroked the back of his shimmering hand, where it lay within my reach.

Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer
Chapter 13, Confessions

Wow, this is the first "complete" illustration I've ever done! I didn't think I would be able to get the background right, but it didn't turn out too bad so yay! I only wish I could make Edward just half as gorgeous as I imagine him though...