Billy turned his head to the left to look at the deceptively young-looking Edward Cullen. "Thanks, but its okay, I can just wait in the car."
"Nonsense. This is better, trust me," the vampire reassured him.
Oddly enough, Billy found himself trusting Edward. It might have been the cheerful topaz of his eyes or the slightly crooked smile that was playing over his lips, but Billy knew that he was safe in the boy's presence. The wheelchair bumped over a few rocks and Edward reached a hand out to hold Billy in his place. The cold hand seemingly caressed Billy's most sensitive area and he felt a fire ignite inside him.
Once Billy realized what the touch did to him, he felt a blush creeping up his face and thought better of being alone with the vampire. "Uhh, I think I should just stay out here."
"Its going to rain old man, and I need to get you in the house," Edward said in a soothing tone.
"Don't you dare call me old man! You're older than I am! You evil bloodsucker!" Billy spluttered indignantly.
A grin flashed on Edward's face as he led Billy through the front door and locked it. "That's not the only thing I'm good at sucking."