‘I live near the sea, really close to some very nice and beautiful beaches. I go there mostly every day, and every time I do, I always (literally ALWAYS) imagine Edward fucking me there… on that beach, laying on the sand while the wave hits us as we have sex. Him above me, thrusting in and out firstly in a gentle way, then speeding up, moving faster. Me under him, with my hands scratching his beautiful muscular, tanned back and with my legs wrapped around his hips. Ugh, that beach will be my ruin.’