Disclaimer: I own nothing, obviously. I hope one day in the future people will be claiming not to own one of my own stories…
A/N: I like where this story's going and I really hope if you like it you will review! (I know they're short, but if I know I have enough readers they will grow longer...)
Risk
I stuck my head out of Edward's Volvo feeling the icy cold breeze, a lot like Edward's skin—tingle all the way down to my spine. It was one of my great ways to relax; well, that and looking into my loves eyes. But today was one of those days; the days that Edward's irises thoroughly iced over in apprehension and indecision.
"Bella, you're going to catch pneumonia" Edward insisted, rolling up the automatic window. I ducked my head back in and huffed. "Fine"
We rode mutely, but every few seconds Edward would stop along the road, silently contemplating if he should risk my life by bringing me into the forest once again. I grabbed his hand from the wheel and stared at him softly. His eyes grew a lighter shade of dark—if that was even possible. "Edward—come on, we're all packed and ready to go…" I said for the third time that day. He took a deep unnecessary breath and pulled some gears, not going anywhere near the normal speed limit.
After several hours of non-stop fidgeting from Edward…and from me, we arrived.
"Finally" I said, obviously trying to restrain my hostility. Before I could even slam the door shut he was there beside me. He took my hand in both of his, not breaking my gaze.
"Bella, you understand if there's any sign of danger—if a bee even buzzes anywhere near you, we're going home straight away"
I laughed. "Always melodramatic, this one"
He grinned but it didn't touch his eyes, then his attempt suddenly vanished. His whole face turned serious again; his voice monotone."It's dangerous out there Bella" It wasn't a question; it wasn't an assumption; from his voice it was a plain and clear fact.
I smiled, kissing his hand that recently cupped my cheek. "I'm not afraid"
I walked away from him, grabbing my things from the trunk of his freshly-shined Volvo. My heart sunk as I remembered yesterday's words. Goosebumps arose and it was hard to speak. The words that made me cringe: There are creatures out there…things we don't even know about…