Bella loves Charlie deeply

He was gorgeous and she always felt so plain by comparison. His facial features combined so perfectly together she'd never really noticed that he shaved his head. Of course she'd noticed he was bald but she'd never wondered about the reality behind it, she was too busy being mesmerized by his other physical attributes—his chocolate-brown eyes that she felt she could melt into, his smooth, tanned skin, which provided the perfect foil for straight, white teeth, even his small, neat ears all combined into an appealing package. But his best feature was his mouth. She could visualise him with sun-bleached surfie hair but it was irrelevant really because her attention was constantly drawn to his lips. They were plump and delicious, full but not hard like a collagen-injected pout, they were juicy and soft, almost too soft for such a masculine face. He was smiling at her, a gorgeous smile, full and open and honest. You'd have to be dead not to be affected by his smile and while she wasn't feeling anywhere near one hundred per cent healthy, she wasn't dead yet.