"Bella?" Edward said softly.
"Yes?" I looked up into his golden eyes, which were looking at me so lovingly I could have melted.
"I love you," he said, out of the blue. We were splayed across my bed, watching television, but mostly stealing glances at eachother. He was holding my right hand and not letting go no matter what.
We were getting married in two months. Married.
I sighed, and buried my head in his fragrant chest before I said, "I love you, too." My eyes were closed as I inhaled softly. He smelled so delicious.
"Bella?" he repeated again, this time his velvet voice even quieter. I peered up and his cold lips touched mine, which made my heart go wild. I'd been kissed my Edward so many times before, but never this passionately.
"Forgive me," he said after he softly broke away from me and carefully touched my forehead with his. I leaned a little away from him when I comprehended what he said.
"For what?" I asked, playfully tracing his cold fingers.
"I'm going to break my promise," he said softly. This made my heart stop.
"You're...Which promise?" I asked, taken aback by his words. I turned away from him then, my hair finally working with me for once by falling over my face and shielding my eyes. I knew I would cry if I looked into his golden eyes.
He tucked my hair behind my ear and laughed softly, "I want to sleep with you," he admitted. My heart restarted and I smacked him on the shoulder. Shock crossed his face.
"Don't you dare scare me like that again!" I screamed, knowing that Charlie might have heard if his snoring didn't sound like somebody starting a chainsaw.
"I thought you wanted this," he sounded confused now.
"Edward, I do. But I don't understand why you want to break all your promises now. I'll feel bad if I make you go back on your word just because I'm selfish and-" I stopped before I said my last word and humiliated myself.
He stared at me expectantly, "Go on," He was enjoying this.
"...hormonal," I finished. Edward bit his lip to hold back laughter. I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up his finger, stood up, walked to the bathroom, shut the door behind him, and let his laughter spill out. I waited impatiently for him to come back and join me on the bed. As if he could read my mind, he reappeared, giving me a heart attack.
When he saw my expression, his smile vanished and he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stroking my hair gently.
"Just peachy," I muttered back.
He chuckled and bent down to kiss me again, the same as before. I won't lie and say that I didn't enjoy this. This was the best kiss I had ever recieved. It closely resembled the kiss I shared with Jacob when he tricked me by telling me he would kill himself if I didn't plant one on him. Except this was passionate and Edward's kissed made me want to gasp for air instead of gag.
Normally if I had tried to suck face with Edward so passionately, he would have become statue-like and pushed me away. So I gave him the same treatment.
"No, Edward," I said sternly. He didn't take me seriously, but he didn't force me to kiss him again like Jacob would have.
He just stared at me. Then he did something I never would have expected out of Edward. He puckered his lower lip and gave me the puppy dog eyes.
"No!" I said, covering my face with my hands.
Edward had a grip on my hands before I could even blink, and he all but forced me to endure the innocent, begging face. I would not give him his way, no matter how adorable and delicious he was.
"Bella, I won't force you to do this. I'm just curious," he said, letting his grip on my wrists go and taking my hand.
I rolled my eyes, "Everybody knows curiosity killed the cat. And where did you learn that face?" I demanded, aggravated that he knew my one true weakness.
He shrugged, "It was one some TV show about a girl who's half pop star, half regular girl. Very absurd transition if you ask me. As if nobody can tell it's her underneath that wig?"
I just laughed and said, "It's just a sitcom, Edward, don't get worked up."
He looked at me, his expression unreadable, "That's not the only thing I'm worked up about," he said, his tone icy.
I looked pleadingly at him. "Edward...please don't be mad at me about this. I just...don't know if I'm ready yet. I'm only eighteen!"
"This is why I wanted to wait. You're not ready, and I've been ready for a century!" he said, squeezing my hand this time. I could tell that this was aggravating him. He wasn't used to not getting his way.
I looked away from him to avoid his piercing stare and when I glanced back up his face was less than an inch away from mine. "Please," he murmured, kissing me slowly and softly. His cold lips sent goosebumps up and down my spine, and his scent dazzled me into giving in.
"Okay," I finally said.
"Bella, you're weak!" he said, sounding exasperated. He got up and walked in the opposite direction from me. I groaned and collapsed back onto the bed, full of chagrin.
"I don't get you," I said finally, breaking the silence. He stopped pacing and appeared by my side. His lips were twitching, he was fighting a smile, and that made me even more annoyed.
"Why is everything so funny to you?" I demanded.
He shook his head, smiling just a little, and said, "Bella, I love you. You know that. That was just a test. I want you to learn how to say no."
I just looked at him. He would win this game hands down, but it gave me a good excuse to stare at him. He didn't seem to notice, or care, for that matter, so I stared on. He perched his head on his fist and stared patiently.
I laughed at him and leaped over to hug him.
A little startled at first, but enjoying the gesture, he rubbed my back gently and hummed my lullaby.