I lay beside Edward on his massive bed, my head on his chest. He fingered my hair, winding strands between his fingers. I lay still, as still as is possible for a human, my head rising and falling ever so slightly as he breathed. From the other side of the room, the CD of his piano playing softly hummed, its sound too low to make any melody visible to my untrained ears. In my mind I could hear it however, its chords danced through my head. Slowly, I raised my hand, and absent-mindedly traced the words "Bella Cullen" on the bed.
"We're not even married yet." Edward broke the silence, an amused tone in his voice. "You're still Bella Swan - I didn't know you were so eager for matrimony."
I looked up at him, propping my head up on my arms, and leaned in close to touch my lips with his gently. "I love you," I murmured.
He smiled, and lifted his ochre eyes to mine. "I love you too, for all eternity."
A smile touched the corners of my mouth. I liked the sound of those three words, for all eternity. We would be together, no matter what. We were made for each other.
He seemed to read my thoughts, and with one finger, lifted my chin, when suddenly, he glanced up sharply, looking over my shoulder. I sat up properly, and turned around, curious to see. A moment later, the door flew open, and Alice came in, a bundle of thick wedding magazines in her arms. She flitted over to us and perched on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She looked hard at us, and shrugged. "It doesn't matter anyway, I need you two to decide on what type of centrepiece for the tables. I've got some-"
Edward put a hand up and she paused. "What?"
"Can you not show us some other time? While Bella eats perhaps?" he asked.
She sighed, her face falling, and walked, abnormally slowly, out, closing the door behind her.
Once again, we kissed, free from anyone's intrusion. I caressed the back of his head, he wrapped his strong arms around me. Our lips parted, and the room faded away behind us, everything was wiped from my mind - all I could think about was this moment. Then, unexpectedly, he started, and I felt a sudden pain in my tongue. An 'ouch' involuntarily came out of my mouth, sounding more pain-ridden then it normally would. His eyes had strain to the window, but now they were focused on me again. My face paled as I realised, and he watched me horror-struck.
"What have I done?" he whispered.