BPOV
Edward grasped my hand as we got off the small boat.
I reached back for the bags, but he already had them. I guess I was daydreaming a bit. More like worrying, I realized.
I'd said my goodbyes to the rest of my adopted family, to my little darling Nessie, and to Charlie. Nessie's goodbye, as with most of her other statements, was in her head. Bye, Mommy, she had thought. Come back soon. I'll miss you…
My little girl. I had bent down to kiss her cheek. "Yes, Nessie, Mommy will miss you too. But we'll be back in a few days, a week at most."
"Okay." That was the only word she had spoken aloud all day, as far as I knew.
Edward led me into the familiar house that sat on Esme's island. My step had a little bit of excitement in it when I saw the familiar rooms.
The white room was the same as always: the white mosquito net, the giant, white bed – all of those were memories from my weak human days. I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck and pulled myself to him. He lifted my mouth and kissed me with a fierce passion that could have incinerated the whole island and reduced it to ashes, right then and there.
He released me with a chuckle when I started gasping for air that I didn't need. "Shall we swim now, or at night?" he asked, brushing his fingers across my face. His smoldering eyes bored into mine, and I found it very distracting.
"Tonight," I murmured, grasping his hand and holding it up to my cheek.
He grabbed me and pulled me on the bed with him.
And we began to make up for missing last night.