This is my twentieth story. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Why the heck would Stephanie Meyer write a foreplay scene in a tent? Okay, I know we came close, but still.
"Excuse me, Miss. Can you please help me pick out a tent?"
"Sure." I looked up to see the next customer I would be helping out.
Startled, I stumbled backward and fell over the cash register behind me. Thankfully, Edward had managed to catch me before I hit the ground.
"Hey, Mike! Can you take over the register? I'm going to help a customer look at tents."
"Sure thing, Bella."
Relieved of my current duty, I got up and walked towards the tents in the back of the store. Edward followed, never more than a step behind.
"So, why do you need a tent?" I asked.
"Keeping up with the charade. Remember, we go camping every weekend."
"That's right. Well, here we are." I stopped in front of the tent at the near end of the aisle. Each brand had one set up and a pile of boxes next to it for the shopper to take. Edward could certainly manage from here, so I turned and began to walk back towards the front.
"Perhaps you could show them to me?"
"Sure," I said, smiling. "The first one is a Coleman, eight-feet by eight-feet and sleeps three. It has a covered porch with privacy wings and a weather system. It's sixty-dollars," I read off the information on the tag.
"Maybe something bigger?" I was already a bit annoyed he was making me do this, but the smile on his face took away all feelings save contentment.
We walked down the aisle, passing three other tents along the way. The one at the very end was our largest. "This is also a Coleman. It's fourteen square feet and sleeps eight." I smirked, this could, supposedly, fit his entire family and me. I was almost done. "It's one-hundred twenty dollars." Done with my explanation, I turned back and walked away for the second time.
"Could you show me some of the features?" Now he was getting on my last nerves. He could do this on his own. But, being the employee, I smiled and led him inside, grabbing the paper with the features list on my way.
"The center height is seventy-two inches. It has a mesh vent, rainfly cover on doors and windows, customized Insta-Clip, shock-corded –"
My speech was cut short as Edward's cold lips came down on mine. The kiss had startled me, causing the paper to fly away, forgotten.
"Perhaps. We. Could. Test. It. Out?" he murmured against my skin, a kiss between every word.
I was speechless as he carefully laid me on the floor. Two cold hands found their way under my shirt and began to rub at my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra. A steady stream of kisses peppered down on my cheek and neck.
My hands had made their way into his hair, and were pushing with all their might for him to move just a bit lower. All cares of where we were had been lost with the paper just a minute ago.
"Bella?" Mike came calling, as Edward finally obliged to my silent wish. Startled by the impact of reality, I crawled backward and formed a ball in realization.
"Bella?" Mike said again, a little softer. The fabric of the door was pulled aside and Newton's head peaked in curiously. "What are you doing?"
"Uhm… I –"
"She was just showing me the features," Edward cut in for me. Mike's eyebrow rose questioningly, but he didn't say another word, and left.
I crawled out and waited for Edward. "Does this mean you're buying it?"
His musical laugh filled the thick air around us. "Of course, love."
So, I briefly researched the tents as well. They are real, and you can buy them from Costco.
