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Surely she is testing my patience, and Charlie is running late.
I can't possible be impatient with this situation because I'm not supposed to be here. But neither is Charlie. There was a call from the police station requesting emergency assistance about eight minutes ago and for whatever reason, tonight is the night he decides to take his sweet time. Currently, he was the only thing keeping Bella from being within reach. I kind of felt like an intruder, waiting for the occupant, aka Chief Swan, to vacate the premises, so that I may prey on his unsuspecting and innocent daughter, Bella. Some would call it a sin, but I decided that as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly. Twisted humor; you wouldn't understand it.
To her knowledge, I am off hunting with my brothers until Sunday evening. I assured her that I'd be back to spend the night with her, sneak from her house before her father would wake up, and come back to pick her up for school, continuing with our routine.
Instead, I can see her in her natural habitat, caring for others rather than herself, as usual. Cooking for her father is a full time job in my book, and yet she makes it seem so effortless. Like many other nights, Bella is flitting around the small kitchen with its yellow cupboards, barefoot and beautiful, as I peer through a window on the opposite side of the living room. She reminds me of a butterfly: beautiful in motion and breathtaking in its stoic moments. Clearly, she was unaware of my presence because she was more relaxed and comfortable in her own skin than I've ever seen her. Whenever I hold her, her body language shows that she struggles between wanting to release all of her...self to me and holding back to keep from setting me off. I am dangerous; this she knows. And yet, she still invites me and all of the dangers of my word into her life.
To say I love her because she is mysterious would be a lie, because my inability to read her thoughts only makes me more aware of the emotions that play across her face or the stories she tells within her oddly deep chocolate brown eyes. My Bella is a captivating.
As she swayed from left to right in front of the stove, the light transformed the shades of the luscious auburn hued locks that curled to her delicate waist, playfully emanating a spectrum of highlights and tones that I never knew existed, naturally at least.
Whenever her body shifted to the right to apply more forceful strokes to stir the pot of meatballs and marinara sauce, the sight of her sensuous contour made me shudder.
Again, for all she knew, I was still far, far away, and not returning until tomorrow. I was planning to surprise her, but I was the only one caught off guard.
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