Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight and Wuthering Heights.
I looked up startled. I would say wake up, but that doesn't apply to me anymore. He smiled at me with that crooked grin of his. I knew it. He has something up his sleeve.
I always thought of him as a good actor. Until now. I can see the look in his eyes that's screaming with obviousness that he knows something that I don't.
"What are you hiding Edward?" I asked him suspiciously. My question only made his smile grow wider.
"Nothing." He replied casually.
I stiffened. Knowing that he knew something I didn't strangely bothered me. I wasn't sure if it was for jealous reasons or the fact that I didn't like surprises. Either way I looked at it, he knew something I didn't, but knowing the look in his eyes I was bound to find out.
"If you say so. But I assure you, if you are, I will eventually find out." I told him. Not really a threat, more of a warning, I guess you would say.
"I know." He smirked.
I just rolled my eyes and went back to reading my book. It turns out that when you are a vampire, you not only run faster, talk faster, and catch on to things faster, but you also read faster. Or maybe it was just the fact that this would be my maybe twentieth time reading Wuthering Heights, I lost count a while back.
As I realized that I had already finished the book, I felt a pair of strong arms lock around my waist and cold breath coming from lips inches from my ear. I hated when he did this.
"I promise. I'm not hiding anything, love. If I was I'm sure you would figure it out already." He whispered in one breath. One cold, honest breath.
My eyes closed. I would never get used to him. For the rest of eternity, every time he will touch me, talk to me, or even kiss me, butterflies will fly into the pit of my stomach and flutter about as if they were trapped and can't find a way out, and my head would spin as if it were our first time doing anything.
"Okay. I believe you." I breathed.
"Good." He smiled and nibbled on my earlobe. I hated him so much. Yet, at the same time I loved him more than anything else in this world.
He's my drug. He's my own personal brand of heroine. He's my life. He's my Edward Cullen.
At least, that's what I thought.
A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out my story! I know it's short and doesn't show very much, but I wanted to try it out. This is my first Twilight fanfic, so I wanted to experiment around to see what I could come up with. Please review and let me know what you think! Thanks!