"Hmm, I bored." I stated blandly. I fiddled with the huge shiny diamond that wrapped lovingly around my pale finger.
"Bella, tell me what you're thinking about," Edward inquired while playing with my hair in his hands.
"Oh I don't know, you I guess."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Well, what are you thinking about me?" his adorable little crooked grin spread across his angelic face.
"I guess more about us than anything."
"Really?"
"Is that your answer to everything!?!"
"…" His smile grew even wider, "No. Well in that case, what about us?" He stressed the word so much it might have made me feel just a bit awkward.
"You know," I glanced away, "stuff."
"Stuff?" he emotions turned from a playful look to a more loving and concerned look.
"Is there something wrong honey?"
"No, I'm just thinking… Edward, do you love me?"
"Of course I do Bella," his voice seemed sad, like a little kid whose candy was just taken away, me being the candy. "Why," he started to nip at my ear with his lips, "don't you love me?"
"Yeah, don't you remember, I nearly killed myself, just to hear your voice."
"Oh, that's right," his playful look returned, and he looked like a cat that was ready to pounce any second.
"No," I giggled, "you wouldn't!"
"Oh yes I would."
My eyes shot open as Edward jumped down off his sofa to grab me. We both rolled onto the floor, as his protective arms wrapped around me. He reached up with one of his white hands and locked the door. "Are you sure you're ready to do this?" I didn't really need verbal proof, because all I needed to know was jabbing me in the leg.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be." He reached up to the door and locked it with his large white hands. A thought crossed my mind, Jacob. What would Jacob think about me after this, well if I were to tell him anyway? The chances of that were probably like one to a million, the reason being, I'm a vampire.
Edward reached down to the buttons on my blouse and undid them one at a time.
I reached back to the bottom of his shirt and slipped it over his head. Then I grabbed at the button on his jeans and popped it open and pulled down the zipper. He then grabbed the button on my jeans and did the same.
"My god, Bella, you're so beautiful," he commented. He let his lips touch where my shoulder connected to my neck.
"Mmm, Edward," he managed to pull a groan from me.
"Yes Bella?" his deep yellow eyes glanced up from kissing.
"Do, do you love me Edward?"
"Of course I do Bella," Edward's angel's face seemed wounded, "why, don't you love me?"
"Yes, just askin'" I reassured him.
No one would surrender tonight, no one.