The night set in pretty quickly. Me and Edward were talking on his bedroom.
"So tell me about you. You seem mysterious. There's always an air mystery around you. I like it." I admitted.
"Well, I was born in 1901. My mother was called Elizabeth. About when I was seventeen, she caught Spanish Influenza and I caught it off her. We were dying in a hospital, the very one where Carlisle worked. My mother had just passed and Carlisle took me in, seeing as I was an orphan now. He changed me, and I'm ever grateful for the opportunities he's given me with this immortality. Like meeting you." Things got tense then.
"Your even more beautiful than I could ever have imagined," He ran his fingers along my jawline, over my cheeks, stopping back on my lips.
I sensed what happened next. Painfully slowly, he leaned in to kiss me. I sped it up. I leaned to kiss him. When our lips met it felt like a dream. I'm sure he probably felt it too. It was like the best moment of my life. His kiss became more urgent. I kissed harder running my hands through his hair. I felt his enhanced strength kicking in, by accident or not I couldn't tell. We fell back onto his chaise , which he had instead of a bed. Then he pulled away.
"I can't lose control with you. You're too precious. I might hurt you and I would never forgive myself if I did." He was getting worried even though he really didn't need to.
"You really don't need to worry about me. I'm the Newborn, remember? I'm supposed to be the one that strongest. Don't tell me you're regretting that?" I asked him.
"No. That was he best moment of my entire existence. I just don't want to hurt you."
"And you won't. Now can we finish what we just started?" He started to kiss me again, but it felt different. It wasn't with the urgency his kiss took on earlier. It was more gentle. We both knew we could go on forever, seeing as vampires didn't technically need to breathe. That evening was amazing.