This chapter is much longer than the previous ones, just to pre-warn you! I just didn't know where I could end it, so I kept going. I'm sure you won't mind :)
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I threw my bag on the ground in anger and approached him, stopping only feet away from Edward. The look of confusion was still on his face, and he took a physical step back from me. In fear? I hoped so.
"Remember this morning when you decided to throw your car in front of mine?" Edward's eyes grew wide and he glanced over my shoulder at Alice and Jasper, hoping for someone to back him up. But no one spoke, so I took the moment to step forward again.
"Do you remember?" I asked. Edward's throat constricted as he took a nervous swallow and he tried to smile.
"Vaguely," he said. He opened the door of the silver car and threw his bag into the back seat, slamming the door shut. "Now that you mention it, when I left the house I did have a car try and race me." My hands were starting to shake when I remembered the encounter that morning. I remembered his car whipping into the road, narrowly missing my own. What if he had actually hit me? Would he be so arrogant in that case?
"I wasn't trying to race you," I said slowly, "I was trying to find out who was driving the car that almost hit me." Edward approached me again, and I felt the anger seep away. My mind was overreacting, in some ways I knew this. But the anger that I held onto that morning had fueled me for hours, my mind tracing every detail of the other car. I had known that with such a town I would eventually find the car again, and I would have approached the driver. But I had no idea the driver would be the man I was pining after all day. My confidence and anger that had caused me to hang up on my father was leaving me, and I was left staring at Edward's searching eyes. Was the fact that the driver was Edward make it all okay? Was I going to forget everything happened just because the golden eyes were staring at me with amusement?
"Listen, Bella," Edward said softly. "I'm sorry about what happened this morning. I leave the driveway every morning the same way, in the same speed. I have never run into another car before, and I didn't think this morning would be different." He was apologizing, I realized. I raised my chin and looked him straight in the eye, forcing myself to stand my ground. Overreacting or not, I was not the person in the wrong in this situation.
"If it's any consolation, you really do know how to drive!" His attempt at a compliment made me smile, and I quickly caught the reaction and turned my back to him to pull my bag off the wet ground.
"I can't believe you drive that damn car," I said. He was laughing with Jasper now, and I looked to Alice as she rolled her eyes.
"Why, because it's faster than yours?" Edward teased. My eyes grew wide and I stepped towards him in disbelief.
"I don't think so dear," I laughed. "I can beat your ass any day, any time." Did I just challenge him to a race? The way his face lit up, I knew I had. Jasper left Alice's side and approached Edward and me, patting us both on the back.
"Well, as long as Edward here accepts your invite," Jasper said with a grin covering every inch of his face, "then all we have to do is pick a date and time!"
"I accept," Edward said without pausing. The gold weave of his eyes darkened a shade. He stepped forward until the toes of his boots met with my own, and I felt his chest brush slightly against my own. My heart skipped, and my breathing quickened. No, I didn't dare back down. I pressed my body forward, and I reveled in the feeling of Edward touching me. The warmth in the center of my body spread, and I felt the familiar urge tug in my abdomen.
I looked at Edward's face again, noticing how his pink lips were tilted into a smirk. My eyes roamed over the smooth texture, and I let my gaze rest on the golden orbs that were studying my face.
"It's on," I whispered to him. Alice and Jasper were laughing, and I smiled. Edward wasn't backing down from our stance, and I swore I could hear his heart beat between us. Very carefully, I let my eyes graze from his neck to his face, not hiding the fact that I was clearly staring at every inch of him.
"It's not polite to stare," Edward whispered. Jasper and Alice were standing off to the side, engrossed in each other's conversation. I wasn't sure if they noticed that Edward and I hadn't finished with the conversation yet, but I was suddenly glad for that. It made me feel like what I did in front of Edward would only be between the two of us.
"Didn't say I was polite," I whispered back. I leaned forward again, pressing myself against him once more and then stepped back. Edward's eyes closed for a moment, and when he opened them he let out a small whimper. I felt satisfied with that. The confidence I was exuding today was out of the ordinary. Never would I have pressed myself against someone I just met, challenging them to a 'race'. But something about him made me climb out of my shell, and throw caution to the wind. After all, I was a senior in high school, and would be leaving Forks again in just a year. Was I positive that I would know the people in this school then?
I didn't let myself think about that anymore and smiled at the stupefied Edward before I turned to Alice.
"Which car is yours?" I asked. "I'll just follow you to your house. Although I think I have an idea of where your driveway is." I smirked at Edward again. Alice smiled at the two of us and tugged on Jasper's hand.
"I didn't drive today, I rode with Jasper. He's the black Trans Am over there." I looked to where she was pointing and felt all the air leave my chest. There was a black Trans Am WS6, shinning at me with a wink.
"I think I just fell in love with your car," I said to Jasper. They all laughed and I couldn't bear to tear my eyes away from the beautiful piece of metal.
"Thanks," Jasper said with a grin, "but you should see Alice's. I don't know why she makes me drive when her car is the epitome of orgasm." My eyebrow rose and I looked at Alice. How did these people exist? In such a small town, so many people with race-worthy cars were huddled together, practically waiting for me to fall in love with. I felt excited, and I wanted to cry with happiness.
"What do you drive?" Alice grinned.
"Porsche, the 911 Turbo." My mouth fell open and I let out a laugh.
"What the hell!" We all started laughing and I wondered if I would be waking up from this dream any time soon.
"I don't drive her because I don't want to get miles on her. Jasper here doesn't mind driving me, do you honey?" He didn't dare say no, and he smiled. I wanted badly to see her car then, wanting to experience said orgasm that Jasper spoke of.
"Let's go," Edward spoke up. I turned to him and smiled when I saw that he still looked flustered from our encounter. "Bella, you can follow me." Edward turned and opened the door to his car, climbing behind the wheel. Before he closed the door though, he looked at me and winked.
"Try and keep up."
I had followed Edward closely to his home, wanting to show him that I didn't need him to slow any for me to follow. He had sped down the road, obviously showing off to the speed he could go. But I had kept up with him, no problems. When he approached the hidden driveway, Edward's arm poked out of his car window and he pointed it out. I rolled my eyes and followed behind, noticing how it was indeed half hidden to the outside world. Had it not been for my almost collision with him this morning, I would have missed it entirely.
The driveway felt like it as a mile long, surrounded my trees and bushes. If the Cullen residence was indeed buried within this small forest, I wondered what the home itself would look like.
I didn't have to wait that long to answer my own thoughts. The white mansion loomed in front of us, tucked into the corner of a large clearing.
"Wow," I muttered to myself. I was glad that I saw this for the first time alone. I would have felt embarrassed if I had gaped like an idiot in front of Alice or Edward.
I parked next to Edward's car, climbing out of the seat and examining our surroundings closer. To our right was the largest personal garage I had ever seen. Six doors wide, the last one remained open to show an empty bay. I wondered briefly what other cars hid on the other side of the doors, guessing that the empty spot was for Edward.
The house was three stories high, the entire east side of the home seemed to be made of glass. The phrase 'don't throw stones in glass houses' came to mind, and I smiled. Rose bushes lined the walk, blooming white, red, and pink blossoms. I fought the urge to pick one, telling myself that it would only be rude to ruin the perfect plant.
"You seemed to keep up well enough," Edward mused as he left his car, throwing his school bag over his shoulder in a model fashion. I felt my eyes start to wander over his body again, but I mentally slapped myself. The last thing I needed was for Edward to think I lacked the brain cells to function normally. I didn't want to be the drooling new girl who crushed so openly on the gorgeous guy.
"I'm faster than I look," I responded, watching with satisfaction as Edward's cheeks tinged pink.
"Well, this is our home. Alice and Jasper should be here soon, but I can start giving the tour if you'd like." I nodded, wanting badly to have another moment alone with him. Not that I didn't like Alice and Jasper… but something about being alone with the man in front of me unearthed my feminine instincts and made me want to pounce.
Edward took my bag from me, bringing them to the side door and setting them inside the door before heading back to my side. The tour started off with the garage, like I knew it would. I was right in saying that the empty spot belonged to him. I noticed that beside each of the doors, was a small key pad. But a large one was tucked off to the side. Edward approached the larger one, and pressed a few buttons before stepping back. Slowly, each of the doors started to open, revealing the hidden cars. Pointing out each of the opening doors, he enlightened me on what was in each spot.
"This one here," he pointed to the newly emerged car next to his spot, "is Alice's. Her car rarely leaves that spot unless it is being worked on or she feels the need to bring it out and, well, play." I laughed at his cover up for the racing innuendo. My eyes had a hard time tearing away from Alice's car, and I immediately fell in love with the yellow color. It was long and sleek, calling out to any police officer within a ten mile radius.
"Then there is my mother, Esme's car. She drives a Mercedes Benz S Guard." Nothing in the world could have stopped my eyebrows from shooting into my scalp in astonishment. I didn't know what Esme looked like, but I thought of someone like Alice driving such a car to be mildly shocking. The car was a dark blue, graceful and pristine.
"The next two slots are my father's spots. Carlisle has a BMW M3 Convertible, and an Audi A4." My mind was whirling. One family owned all of these cars?
"What does your dad do for a living?" I asked suddenly. Edward smiled and tilted his head to the side.
"He's Dr. Carlisle Cullen, surgeon extraordinaire." It all made sense. Charlie had spoken of Dr. Cullen before, mentioning on several occasions how people were air lifted to Forks so that they could have their near impossible surgeries performed by the man. He was a legend, and from what I could see, a very rich legend.
I looked at the BMW, wanting badly to touch the black paint, and then to the Audi, surprised at the white color. I didn't know many people who would dare to have a white car- the amount of time cleaning it wasn't worth it.
"What's in the last bay?" I asked. When Edward had opened all the doors, this last one had not opened. Instead of just telling me, Edward walked forward, brushing slightly against my arm as he passed. I felt the electricity flow through my body at the touch, wondering if Edward felt the same thing. He walked to the last door, punching a code into the keypad to the side of the metal shield, and stood back. The door started to move upwards, and within seconds I saw what was hidden beneath.
"Oh wow." My words didn't do justice. Lined in a row, were three sport bikes. All of them black, but one had yellow accents, one with red accents, and one with blue.
"These are mine, Alice's and Carlisle's bikes. Yamaha R6's." I stepped forward and ran my finger along the clean paint of the black and blue bike. I imagined the feel of the wind in my hair if I rode on one, wanting badly to tell Alice to take me out on hers.
"You like my bike that much?" Edward's voice was right next to me, and I jumped, dropping my hand from the handle of the bike.
"This one's yours?" I asked. I eyed the blue and black bike again, thinking 'of course it is'. Edward leaned forward, and I felt his nose brush along my earlobe.
"I'll have to take you out on it sometime," he whispered. I closed my eyes and flicked my tongue out, wetting my lips slightly. The sound of his voice so close to my ear made me shiver.
"Let's get you inside," Edward said, still close to my ear. I turned my face slightly, noticing how close he remained. I didn't step back, instead wanting to lunge forward. But the angel and devil that were camping out on my shoulders that afternoon were having a war, a battle on what I should do. Unfortunately the angel won, and I smiled, stepping around the man that blocked the way to the house.
"Let's see the rest of the house," I said over my shoulder. I heard the doors of the garage close, and Edward's faint laughter float over the humming noise. I had to be careful, I told myself. I didn't want to throw myself into a situation that could label me as 'easy'. But, I realized, Edward was gorgeous. He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen, and he was obviously flirting with me. Did I dare act on the devils' feelings?
Edward caught up to me easily, standing close as he led me through the side door of the house. Immediately I gasped when I stepped into the living room. The carpet was a plush texture, a tan monstrosity as it spread what seemed to be miles in front of me. The room was simple and gentle. All of the furniture was mismatched, yet matched perfectly. There were several couches, sprawled throughout the room, all a different shade of white. Two recliners were tucked into the corner, a dark brown color. On the far wall was a large screen plasma television, mounted high on the wall as possible. Under the TV was an entertainment console, housing what seemed to be hundreds of DVDs and video games. The video game systems were stacked, and I recognized the Wii and Xbox 360. Beyond that I was clueless, not spending much time in front of a virtual racing world—I seemed to prefer the real thing.
"This is the living room," Edward stated the obvious, "and we tend to spend a lot of time in here as you can see." I smiled and felt his hand press against my back again. This time I tried to act natural, not wanting him to think I was either upset or okay with this. I would play it 'cool' per say. Edward's fingers pressed carefully, directing me towards the large archway that led away from the room. I noticed though that even after he knew I was following correctly, his hand did not drop from my back.
"Over here is the kitchen, and when Emmett comes over, he spends a lot of his time here as well." I laughed and heard him do the same. His laughter was musical, and I wished that I could record it and play it back whenever my heart desired.
The tour continued as Edward showed me the dining room and the library on the first level. I tried not to feel like a spectator, in awe of every single room, but I found that to be hard. Then we entered a large white room, and I smiled. In the center of the room, raised on a platform portion of the floor, was a large grand piano.
"Yours?" I asked. Edward nodded and stepped away from me. The spot on my back grew cold at the separation of his hand, but I didn't let the emotion of sadness show on my face. Edward stepped up to the piano, running his fingers along the keys. I watched his face carefully, noticing how he looked absolutely ecstatic as he touched the instrument.
"It was a present from Esme when I turned sixteen." His voice was gentle, and I heard the admiration in his words. "Most kids ask for a car when they turn that age. Nope, I wanted this." I nodded and continued to watch him.
"It's beautiful," I commented. Edward's eyes lifted from the black and white keys and met me straight on. The gold orbs sunk into my own and I wanted to melt away. Silence echoed throughout the house, and I hoped that Edward couldn't hear the spike in my breathing. He didn't look away, and I watched as he stepped around the bench and approached me again. His thin body moved with grace, and I wondered how his hips would feel below my hands.
"I'll play for you sometime," he said quietly. I cleared my throat quietly, hoping my voice didn't give away my stray thoughts.
"I can hear you in class," I said stupidly. Edward smiled and shook his head, as if saying 'Bella, Bella, Bella'.
"No, a personal concert," he said. I was done for. My heart had surely stopped, and I was now in heaven, right? But looking into his face, I saw that I was indeed back on Earth, and alive and nervous as ever. Edward's hand went behind my back again, pressing in the same spot as before, steering me back to the staircase.
"And upstairs…" Edward's voice penetrated my thoughts, and I felt my heart skip. Upstairs. "On the second level is my parents' room, as well as one of the guest bedrooms. But I'll show you those some other time." My heart was pounding now as I thought what was on the third level. Surely Alice and Edward's rooms, but did I dare go up there with him?
The front door opened just as Edward and I were lifting our feet to the first step. I turned and saw Alice and Jasper walk through the entrance, smiling at us.
"Hey guys, we brought sustenance!" Jasper held up his arms, adorned with bags of chips and drinks. I smiled, glad that we had been interrupted. There as only so much my heart could take, and I needed a small break.
"Hey, I was just taking Bella on a tour," Edward said, dropping his hand from my back again. I could breathe easier when he wasn't touching me, and I swallowed hard before stepping towards them to help with the snacks. We all walked into the kitchen, putting everything in the cabinets and fridge, and I listened as Alice started talking about her need for shopping.
"You're a handful," I realized out loud, and they all laughed, including Alice.
"Yes, I am, but I am loved. So it doesn't matter as much." She was right. Jasper had his arm around her, looking at her with a look that made me think they should be alone in the confines of her bedroom. Edward walked behind her, patting her on the head with brotherly love before he grabbed his and my bags off the floor near the backdoor.
"When is Emmett getting here?" he asked. Jasper lifted his eyes away from Alice and shrugged.
"He had to drop Rose off at her dad's house, and then he should be right over." Jasper then turned to be in explanation.
"Rose's parents are divorced, and every Monday and Thursday nights she has to eat dinner with her dad and his family." I nodded, understanding how that worked. I just wished that my parents had been close enough mileage wise in order to go between them that often.
"Are we ready to study?" Alice asked us all. Edward rolled his eyes and handed me my bag.
"Let's start now I guess," he said and put his hand back to its position on my jacket, leading the way to the living room. Alice and Jasper followed close behind, and I could hear them whispering something. When I turned though, they were both staring at me with innocent looks. Yeah, right. I knew Alice had seen Edward's hand on my back, but I refused to say anything aloud. The touch was too surreal and I didn't want to ruin it by actually acknowledging it.
Edward threw his bag on the floor next to the large glass coffee table in the center of the couches, and motioned for me to do the same. I sat on the end of the sofa, putting my bag on the floor at my feet. Edward chose to sit in the other couch, but I smiled when I saw he sat on the end that was pressed against my own. Alice and Jasper sat on the floor in front of us, and I laughed as Jasper threw a few bags of chips on the table
"Maybe this will get Emmett to sit directly at the table instead of yelling answers from the kitchen," he mused. Alice had explained to me that all liked to get together a couple times a week to hold study sessions at their house. Each one of them held perfect grade point averages, and the only way they could have the freedom of doing what they pleased with their friends and cars was do keep it as such.
"This way we still get to hang out, and this might help you catch up… if needed, ya know?" Alice didn't know, but I had studied a lot of the material the classes were providing, at my old school in Phoenix. But it would be a cold day in hell that I passed up the opportunity to get accustomed to my new friends… and spend time next to Edward.
It was official, I realized. I had a damn crush on Edward. Not a 'maybe, I might, because he's cute but he's not really my type' kind of thing. It was a 'I think he's gorgeous, and I want to corner him in his room and kiss him until he made sweet passionate love to me' kind of thing.
Sad, yes, I knew this. But at that moment, sitting only inches from him, I didn't care. Edward had pulled his history book out of his bag, holding it up for Alice and Jasper to see what we were starting with. I followed suit and stared at the cover of my new book. History wasn't the most interesting subject, and even though I had an 'A' in my class at my old school, I wasn't sure if I would be able to keep the grade in this school. History that day was one of the classes I hadn't paid attention to that morning. Did I even know the material? I sighed. I guess I would find out.
I reached down to take off my shoes, wanting to be comfortable if I were going to sit in the same position for a long time. Setting my boots to the side, I pulled off my jacket and slung it over the arm of the sofa. I looked over and saw that Alice, Jasper and Edward were doing the same. I smiled when Edward took off his jacket again, noting into my memory how I could see his muscles through his shirt.
"Ahem," I heard. I tore my eyes away from Edward's broad shoulders and saw that Alice was staring at me, gold eyes dancing with laughter. I turned red and closed my eyes, laughing softly. She followed in my response, and soon we were both laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" Jasper asked, confused. He and Edward were both staring at us like we had lost our minds.
"Noth… nothing!" Alice spit out between giggles. It took a few minutes for us to compose ourselves, and soon we were only exchanging looks of laughter. Alice had caught me clearly checking out her brother. And what made me have feelings of hope was that she didn't seem upset about it. I was just glad that Edward hadn't seen me ogling at him. That would have been too embarrassing to stay.
I leaned forward, setting my book on the glass table top. Flipping to the chapter that we had studied earlier that day, I listened as Jasper ruffled through his bag for the study questions.
"I get the teacher to give me the chapter quizzes we don't do in class, that way we can do them at home." I looked at him, bewildered.
"I know," he laughed, "it makes me sound like a geek. But it works." I didn't comment, but listened as he started asking about the French Revolution.
"What caused the French monarchy to fall heavily into debt?" Jasper asked. I smiled instantly. So this is what we were studying? I had this in the bag.
"The War of Austrian Succession," I answered easily. Alice and Jasper looked up at me, smiling.
"So, you're one of those kids, huh?" Alice asked. I laughed and shook my head.
"Hey, you're those kids too, so don't hate on me." Everyone laughed, and when I stared down at my book, skimming over the chapter, I saw that Edward's sock clad foot was inching towards mine. My eyes were zoomed solely on that, the book forgotten. Slowly his foot touched mine, and I glanced up into the golden eyes that were glued into my memory.
Edward was watching me carefully, his foot rubbing carefully against my own. Oh my God, he was playing footsie with me!
"Did you guys even hear me?" Alice's voice interrupted. Edward's foot shot away from mine, and we both looked up. Not an ounce of guilt showed on Edward's face, but my own was bright red and I swore the entire room could hear my heart pounding.
"Sorry, what?" Edward asked. Alice rolled her eyes and repeated herself.
"If you guys remain stooped over that, you're going to hurt your backs. Sit on the floor." I nodded and immediately slid to the floor. She was right, my back had been straining, and it instantly felt better. Edward slid to the floor as well, and I smiled when I felt his leg press against mine. I wouldn't acknowledge it to the watchful eyes of the now curious Alice and Jasper, but I didn't react when Edward let his hand fall to my knee.
His hand remained there, not moving, as we all took out sheets of paper and started to take notes from the chapter. Occasionally Jasper would call out a question and we all took turns answering it. This was fun, I realized. Especially the fact that Edward still hadn't moved his hand.
I was carefully writing notes on Louis XVI when Edward's pencil tapped on his sheet multiple times. I slid my eyes towards his paper, wondering if he was having trouble with something, when I saw that he had written a small note to me. I looked up at Alice and Jasper and saw that Jasper was pointing something out in his book, and I heard him explain to her about France. Knowing I was clear, I looked over to Edward's paper, curious as to what he had written.
'Are you okay with this?' My heart was pounding. Edward had not taken the approach of ignoring it like I had. He was going to point it out and embarrass me. I was amused, and I felt my stomach flutter. Looking up to see that the other two were still occupied, I turned to a new page in my binder and wrote on the top.
'Yes. Although, maybe we should get to know each other a little more before you start groping me in the closet.' I smiled, proud of myself for being bold. The Bella that had been in Phoenix would have blushed and ignored the note had it occurred. But I supposed that being in a new school, with new people, made me have confidence I didn't know I had. Even around the racing crowd I had been the quiet girl, hiding behind Kaiden while we made the rounds between cars.
Not anymore. Edward tapped his paper again, bringing me out of my thoughts.
'Okay, I understand. We'll have to stick to the bedroom for now. Closets come later.' Edward's hand squeezed my knee, and I jumped. A blush flooded my face with embarrassment and disbelief when my book fell from the table and onto the floor. Edward started to laugh, and I ducked my head down, picking the book up and turning it back to the correct page.
Oh my God, ohmigod. I looked back at Edward, his eyes shinning bright with amusement.
"You okay Bella?" Alice asked. Jasper still had his head down in the book, but she was staring at me curiously.
"Fine," I muttered. I stood and edged around the table. "Thirsty, I'll be right back." I left the living room and headed straight into the kitchen. The hardwood floors felt smooth beneath my socks, and the granite countertops welcomed me. I leaned over the counter, pressing the cool top to my hot face. I felt instant release, and stood to grab a glass. It took a few tries, but I found the right cabinet that held the cups. Filling it with cold water from the refrigerator dispenser, I pressed my stomach against the edge of the counter, my back to the doorway. It was only when I set the glass down and turned did I realize that Edward had followed me into the room.
"Hey," he said with a smile. I smiled back, hoping that the redness of my face had disappeared.
"Hey you," I responded. Edward was leaning against the archway to the hall, staring at me with a look I did not recognize. "What brings you in here?" Edward smiled and stepped forward, each movement slow and deliberate. I could feel my face grow warm again, and I tried to press myself further against the cabinets. But he stopped a foot in front of me, arms to his side.
"Wanted to make sure you're okay," he said softly. I didn't know what to say to that. Instead I nodded, not breaking the hold Edward's eyes had on me. My stomach was the home to a million butterflies, and I tried to remember the last time I felt like this. I couldn't, I realized.
"Fine," I said back. "Just taking a breather." Edward stepped forward again, this time only stopping because his body was pressed against mine. I closed my eyes, feeling every tight muscle of his, blending with my own skin. My breath caught in my throat and I gasped. Edward's chuckle sounded through the kitchen, and I opened my eyes slowly. His face was bent down, studying me carefully.
"It's not the closet or the bedroom, but it can work," he said. I smiled and shook my head.
"Like I said, maybe we should get to know each other before we start groping on each other." I was proud of myself for speaking. Again, it was an improvement from the old Bella. But Edward just smiled, his eyes roaming over my own.
"Well, my name is Edward Anthony Cullen," he started, and I laughed. "I am eighteen years old, born in Chicago and moved here five years ago when my father took a job. We chose here over Florida because my mother loves the nature and small city life." Edward paused, smiling as he watched me sink in the information.
"I love reading, music, and cars. My favorite music is classical, although when I'm behind the wheel of my car, I have to feel the bass beneath me." Edward lowered his voice again. "You know, so I can feel every vibration." I swallowed hard.
"I hold a four-point-oh grade point average, despite hours of hanging out with my friends, working on my car, going into Port Angeles and surrounding cities to race, and despite working at an Optometrist office in town with Alice." That I did not know. "I am usually shy, except for when I see something I want, and then I turn into a completely different person. You can ask any of the people who know me, including my parents when you meet them." Edward paused, and I still could not think of anything to say. My breathing was shallow, and I knew he could see the want in my eyes that he would not look away from.
"Now, is there anything else you want to know?" Everything. I wanted to know everything about this beautiful man that held me captive against the kitchen counter. I wanted to know what shampoo he used, the way he brushed his teeth in the morning. I wanted to know what his favorite food was so that I could cook for him, and what he looked like when he slept. I wanted to know what he planned on doing when he left high school, and most of all, my imagination wanted to know if he wore scrubs to his job at the doctor's office. The thought of Edward in the uniform made me want to moan with pleasure.
I nodded finally, letting him know there was more.
"Do you need to know the answers now?" he asked. I shook my head. We would have time I hoped. Edward leaned in to me again, and I moaned aloud.
"Do you want to stop and tell me about yourself?" I shook my head. "It can wait until later?" I nodded. I was officially the mute. Edward accepted that and pressed his weight against me fully. I felt his jeans through my own, and sighed as he ran his hands along my arms. I was glad I had shed my jacket, because the feeling of his hands on my skin made me tingle. Edward bent his face down, running the tip of his nose along my neck. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around the sleeves of his shirt, holding on so that I didn't faint. His breath was cool against my skin, and I stopped breathing when his lips replaced the feeling of his nose.
"Edward," I dared to speak.
"Hmm…" was the only noise that came from him, and he pelted feather light kisses along my collarbone.
"We should stop," I whispered. My hands betrayed what I had said to him, and only gripped him tighter. Edward shook his head and lifted his face away. His eyes were a dark gold I hadn't seen, and he ran his fingers along my cheekbone.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked quietly. My responsible conscious was saying 'Yes Bella, you need to back up and re-evaluate what you're doing with this man you don't know.' But the tugging in my heart was saying 'throw yourself at him'.
"No," I choked out. Edward smiled and brushed his lips slightly against mine, almost asking permission to proceed. I went against the grain then, telling myself 'fuck it'. I didn't want to be responsible just them. I wanted to throw myself into the arms of the guy I was standing in front of.
I directed my fingers into his short hair, gripping onto what I could and pushed his face forward. Our mouths melted together, and I felt his cold lips contrast with the warm air that surrounded us. I had to hold back slightly, afraid that I would be too rough with him, but Edward pushed me back into the granite, my back arching slightly.
My head was spinning, air becoming scarce. Edward pulled his face back slightly, letting the tip of his tongue run along my bottom lip.
"This is so not what I had in mind when I agreed to studying," I breathed. Kisses trailed along my jaw line, and I felt Edward's lips press into my earlobe.
"Do you want me to stop?" Edward asked for the second time. His voice dropped an octave, and the huskiness of his tone sent a shiver through me. When I felt his tongue swirl into a circle at the nape of my neck, I heard a moan escape my throat. I was crazy, this was crazy.
"We should get back," I whispered into the nape of Edward's neck. His lips made a path towards my mouth, and slowly and deliberately his tongue traced the line where my lips met, gently coaxing them apart. I wanted badly to push him to the ground and ravish him, but with sudden awareness of our surroundings, my eyes popped open. Pulling my hands out of his hair, I set the palms of my hands onto his chest, and I pushed slightly. Edward understood and set his hands on the cabinets above my head. He was still surrounding me, but I allowed him to set his forehead on mine.
"I'm sorry," Edward whispered. I laughed and shook my head.
"There is nothing to be sorry about, Edward," I said softly, forcing my heartbeat to calm down. I believed myself. We had nothing to apologize for. It didn't matter that we were only meeting each other, but hormones ruled above all. And when I looked into those eyes, and felt that body pressed against mine, I would not apologize.
"Yo!" a shout echoed through the house. I hadn't heard the front door open, and Edward and I flew apart, flushed skin and eyes shinning. Emmett had arrived. How long had Edward and I been in that kitchen?
"Where are Edward and Bella?" I heard Emmett ask.
"In here!" Edward called out, eyes still glued to mine. "Coming out now." Edward reached down to adjust his pants, and I realized with a start that he had been turned on. He saw my blush and laughed.
"We talk later," he said. And with that, he turned and walked into the other room, leaving me to compose myself. Yes, later would come, and we would talk. Definitely talk.
So... what do you think? I know, what are the odds of Edward jumping on Bella that quick? But oh well, I love it. I would LOOOOVE to hear what you all think, so please R&R!!
I'm working on the next chapter already, and the 'M' rating that I originially gave the story will start peeking it's head out. *sigh* I just want to write about Edward's body... caught me :)