Chapter 2: Edward's POV
Bella's touch was always electrifying to me. Whenever she would touch my bare skin, or even if clothes were between me and her gentle touch, it would send pulses of electricity through me. No matter where or when, our bodies were always in contact when we were together. But today was different. She messed with my tie for fifteen minutes and I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't care if the tie was straight or even on; I just wanted this monkey suit off.
Jessica was a control freak; everything in our relationship was determined by her. I'm not whipped by any means, hell we've never even done anything close to sex. She'd try and slip her tongue down my throat and it all stopped right there. Jess had her moments though, where she was actually nice and lovable. I did love her; I just wasn't in love with her. The only reason we were engaged was because this. One night we were celebrating being together for two years. That day I was missing my mother so I had her engagement ring in my pocket, a few shots later I was in a drunken stupor and asked her to marry me. I should have known when the ring didn't fit. I always swore whoever I married would have my mother's ring, without having to get is sized.
Now here I was on my wedding day, marrying this beautiful girl that I would never give my life for, while my mother's ring was sitting at home because it was too small for her hands. Please don't be disappointed mom. I got myself in this mess; I have to give it a chance. I love you. I thought, as if my mom could actually hear my thoughts. Yeah right.
"Bella stop, it doesn't need to be perfect. You've spent fifteen minutes on this damn tie. It's not that important." Right after I said it, I knew I was a little too irritated. Bella would understand, she knew me better than anyone. She was the only one who knew the truth about my mother's death.
""Edward you're getting married, you have to be at the other end of that isle in five short minutes. Don't you think Jessica would be just a little mad if her wedding pictures turned out bad because your tie was all screwed up?" She was a little too innocent in all of this.
"Bella I don't care about those pictures. I just want out of this thing as soon as possible. It would be great if we just went to your apartment and busted out that new Call of Duty game. I haven't been able to play it yet. Hey, Bella? Are you listening to a single word I say?" I could have confessed my love for her and she would have had zero idea I said anything. Merda! I should have said it when I had the chance.
"No Edward, I haven't. I was thinking about-…" She stopped and I raised my eyebrow waiting for her to continue. I was just thinking about the nice open bar I'll be attacking." She smirked. Bella wasn't much of a drinker from what I remember. We practically spent 24/7 together and she had been drunk maybe 3 times in all these years. But when she was drunk, it was the most entertaining thing in my life.
"Oh Bella, I'll get someone to record it so they can show it to your kids later in life." I smirked to myself, Bella becoming a mom? That'll never happen.
"You better get out there. It would be bad if you were late for your own wedding. Jess wouldn't be too happy with you. Good luck." She gave me one of those smiles I couldn't stand. The one that screamed 'my world is falling apart and I could really use a hug.'
I pulled her into a hug, for two reasons. One, she looked like she needed it and two: I wanted to feel her warmth one more time before I had to be careful around her. "Thanks Bella. For everything. I love you." Which I did, in more ways than one, and sadly more than my soon to be wife. I wanted to hear her say those little words back to me, knowing they wouldn't mean the same to her as they did me, but a man can dream. I slowly walked out of the room, praying she would stop me from continuing with this.
