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CHAPTER 4: Our little secret

I scurried down my window, carrying a big bag. Inside it was a small canvass, small tubes of acrylic paint and brushes. Carefully, I let go of the vine I used for support, silently dropping the bag I have been carrying. I ran towards our hidden meadow in our estate. Only a few people knew about this. I think it has been abandoned for a while because nobody ever mentioned about this place, not that I am complaining.

I lifted my dress a little bit so I could run faster. I wish women were allowed to wear pants, maybe I will but not now. I have to gain my father's good side first so I can easily sneak off at night. I panted as I took on more speed. We always meet here every night, 9:30 sharp. I was rarely in a hurry but my father was occupying my time extra long this night. He kept asking me bizarre questions. I mean he could've asked me that morning but why nine o'clock in particular?

I could easily feel the sweat flowing freely on my forehead and underneath my corset. I made an effort to carry my art materials so I could paint him. His eyes, his smile and his beautiful angelic face. My father never approved of my artistic capabilities. He thinks that painters were such a waste of talent because they will never earn a lot in a lifetime so I kept my hobby a secret. Good thing Angela was loyal to me. She is the one whom I send to the market to buy me more supplies when mine grew scarce. May heaven's bless her soul.

I finally arrived in our meeting place. The beauty of the place never bore me. The shining illumination of the moonlight over the small pond, the grass and trees softly swaying and that beautiful angel now watching the stars with a guitar on his hand.

Wait. A guitar? He never told me he could play guitar, he just told me he could play instruments. Well another item added to his list of perfection? Isn't that right?

I silently sat beside him. "Waiting for someone, my good sir?"

Still looking at the stars, he replied. "Yes, my lady. I certainly am."

I smirked in amusement. "Oh? Who may be this lucky person? A lady I suppose?"

"Indeed. She has the most warm brown eyes, heart-stopping smile, long shiny curly hair and a heart shaped face. I might never see another quite like her in my lifetime. What about you my lady? What is the reason of your stay here?"

I laughed. "I am also waiting for someone. I suppose he left me and forgotten about our meeting. You see, I was late due to my father's ridiculous mood swings so it was hard to sneak off. Do you mind if I sit here with you for a while?"

He turned to face me. "A condition perhaps..."

I lifted my eyebrow. "A condition? What is it that you bravely ask?"

His mouth curved to my favorite crooked smile. "A kiss from a lovely lady."

My eyes widened with amusement. I wasn't quitting at this game. "A kiss? My word! What would your lady say?"

"I think she wouldn't mind."

"Well then, I suppose that could be arranged." I smiled and leaned towards his face. My lips touched that smooth silky lips, giving him a chaste kiss. I nibbled on his bottom lip. I felt his hand supporting me on my waist so we wouldn't lose balance. I parted my mouth to lick his bottom lips. He too, did the same. After a while, we broke that intense moment to catch a breath.

"My good sir, I hope that satisfies your condition." I wearily whispered to him.

He hugged me and pulled me closer making me sit on his lap. "Love, it was more than that."

I laughed and leaned on his shoulder. He pressed his cheek against mine. "I thought we wouldn't see each other tonight."

"I will always find a way, for you Edward." I closed my eyes and whispered, "I…"

"Love! I almost forgot! I know you have a passion for books…" He began to fumble at some things he had brought with him. Argh! I almost told him "I love you…" but no, I had to be cut off.

I waited for a while then I felt something hard on my lap. I touched the hard bound covering.

"Romeo and Juliet." He simply shrugged. "It is a new work by that famous author, William Shakespeare. He sent me a copy as a gift. I know you like reading so I'm giving it to you."

I let my hand softly caress the cover.

"Bella, I want to tell you something…" He cupped my chin making me face him.

"I almost forgot! I brought with me my canvass, I want to paint you!" I stood up and grabbed my bag. I smacked my head mentally. Why in heaven's name did I do that? Did I just get nervous? I'm positive he's going to tell me those three little words but I have to panic, just great.

I blushed as I went back to his lap. He stared at me unmoving. "Edward?"

He then laughed and lied on the grass taking me with him. I guess he knew I got nervous. "Errr… What was it you are supposed to tell me? I did kind of cut you off right?"

"Don't worry love. Maybe now isn't the best time."

I laughed. He lifted an eyebrow, questioning me. "I apologize to ruin your humorous moment, but I want to know what is on your mind right now?"

I giggled again. I won't tell him that I find it amusing that we both want to say something to each other, maybe even the same sentence but I guess fate has her secrets. "What you don't know won't kill you."

"But I'm just simply curious…"

"Curiosity always kills the cat that is what the old saying implies…"

"Maybe it really did."

He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. He was always a gentleman to push me to do things so he lets me win every time. I stood up quietly but it seems that I wasn't feline enough to keep him from noticing. His eyes immediately opened. "Where are you going? I was just curious you know. "

I chuckled. He can be a little paranoid at times. "Don't worry I'm just taking something."

I took my canvass, paint and brush. The light coming from the moon and lamp posts is perfect. His face is illuminating, especially those eyes and that crooked smile. Arghh, I should stop blabbing in my mind, somehow it's embarrassing even though I am the only one who hears it. What was the word those women from the market keep on saying about the girl who is in her first love? Drooling. Right, drooling. I quote and unquote those gossiping wives say about the girl. "That awful young woman is drooling all over that poor man. I must say that it is both strange and unbecoming…"

"Bella?"

I became startled at the hand that was now waving inches away from my face. "Bella? Why are you staring at me like that? Are you okay?"

"Errr. I just kind of… I just drifted off. Sorry." I sat down and began to position my canvas on my lap so I can start my work.

He chuckled then stopped. "I didn't know you paint. How long have you been painting?"

I dipped the brush in paint and began to stroke. "Ever since I was young but my father doesn't approve of it though. He said that painters would die poor and they were never of too much relevance especially when a girl is the artist, not the object of inspiration."

He sat down in front of me. Perfect. That is the angle I want to paint him. "So, I guess I am now your object of inspiration. Am I right?"

I nodded. "You are precisely correct so don't move."

He stiffened like a statue. "Okay, I will."

I smiled. "Relax. You don't have to be that unmoving."

His eyes brightened. "I know."

He stood up and gave me a peck on the forehead. "You are really wonderful you know."

I blushed. "I told you don't move."

"Alright, starting now." Then he followed what I have been trying to tell him.

"I guess it's hard to stay still so I'll just babble on to keep you amused." He smiled. I know he's holding back laughter.

"You always amuse me."

I snickered. "Sure, sure and because of that I changed my mind."

He blinked in surprise and worry. He stood up and wrapped an arm around me. "Love, I didn't mean it that way."

I kept my silence. He cupped my face and made me face him. "Well then, I guess I have to take drastic measures."

Painfully slow, he began to lean in. Of course, I melted already just staring at those deep eyes. I blushed furiously. He knew I was dazzle by him. He is too smart for his own good. Just centimeters away, our lips were ready to meet.

"ISABELLA MARIE! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!?"

I stood away in shock. That was the last voice I wanted to hear. I'm in big trouble.

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"Stay away from him."

I was shaking out of anger. I bit my lip, we're in a public place.