I stood with my back to the mirror, twisted around, the strap of my singlet top hanging next to my arm. I reached over my shoulder and lightly traced the silvery, crescent shaped scar there, smiling to myself. That scar symbolised forever. Forever. Forever with him. Daunting as that was, the thought never ceased to put a smile on my face.
I heard the door close, and I turned to see who it was. He chuckled.
"What are you doing, Bella?" Edward asked. I blushed - or at least, I would have, if I'd still been human.
"Oh, you know. Admiring," I replied.
"Admiring?" he repeated, amusement hidden in his elegant voice.
"Yes," I said shortly, though he knew I wasn't really angry. He smiled crookedly, crossed the room, and placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me so that I faced the mirror. He dipped his head and kissed the scar lightly. He looked up, and then kissed it again, this time sloppily. I swatted his head with my hand, grinning. He hit my bottom playfully, and, laughing, I chased him out of the room.
No, any forever spent with that boy wasn't going to be a difficult one.