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Mind Your Own Business
Chapter 2: Kiss Me
Edward unlocked his apartment door and let me in first. Then he quickly shut the door and pulled me into him by my waist. I dropped my purse to the floor; his hands went to unbutton my purple top. I froze, backing away from him. "I... I can't," I mumbled, bringing my hand to cover my mouth.
He took a few steps closer to me, closing the gap. "Bella, are you okay?"
I bit my lip and leaned down to pick up my purse. I took the ring out of the coin compartment of my wallet and slipped it back onto my left hand ring finger. Holding my left hand up in front of my face, I said, "I'm married." This time, he stepped back away from me. "But it's not what it looks like. He's cheating on me."
"Are you divorced? Separated?" Edward asked, hurt.
"Well, no but I—"
"Well, no but I'm just your revenge." He looked at me as if I was his little sister—worried but caring eyes with a straight, concerned line for a mouth. He turned around and walked to the door, opened it, and said, "I'll see you at work, Bella."
I sighed and began walking out the door. "I'll see you at work." He shut the door lightly behind me. What if Mike isn't cheating? I thought. What if I had really just cheated? Well, of course I cheated on Mike, but I had this mindset . . . If he did it, why couldn't I? I kept trying to justify my actions.
I decided to walk home that night after I realized I was only three blocks away from home. Why pay for a cab? By the time I reached the door, it was midnight. Before I could even reach in my purse for my key, the door swung open, revealing Mike. "Where have you been?" he asked me, pulling me inside the apartment and slamming the door behind us. "I thought you said you were going to be home late, not midnight."
"Well, midnight is late," I said in a smartass tone of voice. He had walked in past two in the morning plenty of times.
"Whatever," Mike brushed it off, pulling my purse off of my shoulder and dropping it to the ground. He pulled me into him, pushing his lips forcefully against mine, like every single one of his lies were being thrust upon me all at once. I pulled away once I tasted the alcohol on his lips and tongue. I used to ignore that taste, telling myself I was hallucinating. I was done with that, though.
"You're drunk," I spat at him. He shrugged and tried to advance on me once again. "Mike, stop!" But he didn't listen. "Get off of me! Quit it! You're drunk, Mike. Sit down." I pushed him onto a chair at the kitchen table, and turned around to get him a glass of water. The glass was halfway full when I felt hands grab my waist. In reaction, I dropped the glass. It shattered across the floor, covering the tile in shiny wet pieces of glass. "Dammit, Mike, don't touch me!"
"Awe, c'mon," he whispered into my ear. "Just a little fun tonight? For me?" he begged.
"No," I said firmly before he pushed me to the floor, pissed off. On my way to the floor, my arm slammed into an open kitchen drawer. "Ahh!" I screamed in pain, scooting into the corner and curling into myself.
Mike knelt down to my level. I could smell the pungent alcohol rolling off of his breath. "Next time, you'll know," he gritted through his teeth before getting up and kicking my shin. I winced in pain, tears cascading down my cheeks. He's never hurt me before. Mike shrugged off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. I sat on the kitchen floor for the next half hour, wiping tears from my face and breathing heavily. He just wanted sex. Why didn't I give it to him? It would have been that easy.
I took one last deep breath before pushing myself up off of the tile floor. I couldn't sleep. There was too much going on in my head. Not to mention, I was scared. I sat down on the couch, remembering the soft lips that belonged to the man who had kissed me earlier that night. No, not my husband, but Edward Cullen. I grabbed my laptop off of the coffee table and began writing for next week's issue. As I typed my byline, I was happy with my decision last year to keep my maiden name on my writing.
Kiss me I' m a writer . . .
By Isabella Swan
From a young age, we are taught that when we kiss "the one," fireworks will explode. Fact? Myth? It truly depends upon the person and the kiss, I suppose. Check out our website and leave a comment—Have you heard fireworks during a kiss?
Some of us have that perfect first kiss. Others? Well, others really just have a kiss. Either that, or your first kiss was awkward and essentially just sucked! In my friend's case, for instance, the guy basically attacked her face without so much as a hint or a warning. She was mortified, and not to mention, disgusted! She refused to kiss anyone for the next year.
Then there's the awkward but "ehkay" kiss. This, sadly, is what I had. (Fantastic! I'm telling my readers about my first kiss . . . let us hope he does not read this . . . ) It was after a dance, walking to his car, when he asked, "Kiss?" before leaning over to plant one on my lips. Hm, romantic? Eh. Awkward.
If you are lucky, you had the perfect first kiss! Good for you... now, leave the rest of us to sulk about our less than perfect first experience!
Kidding!
But for those of us who did not experience a flawless-straight-from-a-fairy-tale kiss, we can look forward to sharing that kiss with "the one" whom we love. Whether fireworks go off, a star shoots across the sky, or your foot pops, turning on a garden of dazzling lights, your perfect kiss is your special kiss. In the mean time, check out these movies with classic, famous kisses. Curl up with the one you love and have a movie night. Happy Valentines Day!
Don Juan (1926) (Record number of kisses for it's time—191 total!)
Gone with the Wind (1939)
Breakfast at Tiffanys (1961) (Classic kiss in the rain!)
Dirty Dancing (1987)
Rainman (1988)
Lady and the Tramp (1995) (Admit, you love it, too!)
Spider-Man (2002)
Kids in America (2005) (Longest film kiss totaling in at 6 minutes.)
The Notebook (2005) (We all long for that kiss in the rain!)
Slumdog Millionaire (2008)
A/N-Please, please, please review! :)
