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Just One More Night
by cherry-kiss-red © 2008
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just own the idea for the actions in this story.
Chapter 3: Explanations and a shopping trip.
The warm water was washing away the sweat which covered my body. I still could feel the touch of Edward's hands on my skin, but the more I thought about last night, the more I wanted those memories to go away. What had happened with me? I wasn't the person who slept with complete strangers and enjoyed it as much as I did. And of course the stranger I slept with happened to be the brother of my best friend's boyfriend… the man I was going to share an apartment with. Those embarrassing things just could happen to me, nobody else would ever have to handle such a situation.
Of course a part of me blamed the alcohol I had drunk last night. It had been quite a lot, considering that I usually don't drink much alcohol… but it wasn't enough to give me the headache you normally expect. No hangover, no excuse. So what should I blame, when I can't blame the drinks? Edward? Yes, probably it wouldn't be such a bad idea to blame the Greek God who completely dazzled me into sleeping with him. But actually he didn't really look like he was sorry or feeling uncomfortable, when he had stepped out of my bed and had took on his clothes. He even had said that he was looking forward to living with me.
I definitely was in a stupid situation. There was no other place for me to live when I didn't want to continue annoying Rosalie and Emmett, and Alice really seemed like a person I could be friends with. If I gave up now and told them that I didn't want to move in anymore, where should I go then? There wasn't anything better, so I really had to share the apartment with Edward and his sister.
I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. The cold air in the bathroom hit my heated skin and goose bumps covered my wet body. I reached out for the fluffy towel which was waiting for me besides the sink and wrapped it around me. While I dried myself, my thoughts drifted back to Edward once again. It had felt right to sleep with him… somehow he had never seemed like a stranger to me, but more like a man I have known my whole life – or even longer. This was the worst excuse for a one-night stand, but it explained my behavior at least a little bit. His touches had been so familiar to me and it had felt so good.
Slowly I walked back into my room and put on the jeans and the blue t-shirt I was going to wear today. It wasn't really beautiful and Rosalie wouldn't like it, but I needed something comfortable. When I was finished, I combed my still wet hair and left my room to get some breakfast. Emmett and Rose were already waiting for me in the living room, a coffee and a sandwich standing on the table in front of them.
I eyed them carefully and sat down next to Rose, waiting for the bomb to explode. Neither of them started to speak, a little detail that made me happy. The smell of the fresh coffee was too alluring for me, so I reached out for the cup to take a sip. But before my hands could connect with the warmed china, Emmett grabbed the mug and pulled it out of my reach.
"We want an explanation first, then you can get your coffee, lady." He said with a stern look on his face that didn't look like the Emmett I knew.
"What do you want to know, Em? I would say that there didn't happen much I need to explain. We all are adults and know how these things happen." I answered as the usual blush covered my face in a crimson color.
"Bella, darling…" Rosalie began and looked at me with an unreadable expression. "You slept with Edward. And even though he is Emmett's brother, you didn't know that and he had been a stranger to you… the Bella we know doesn't do anything like that. Can't you understand that we are at least a bit worried?"
I sighed and looked away. When she said that they were worried about me, I could see it in her eyes and this made me feel worse. Rosalie and Emmett had always been there for me, they shouldn't be worried about me… they didn't deserve something like this.
"I am sorry… but I don't know what to say. It felt just right, I can't explain it."
"How did it happen?" Emmett asked with the same stern expression in his eyes. Only his voice carried a slight undertone of curiosity.
"You know that I had been at a bar with a couple of friends. Well, at some point of the evening their boyfriends showed up and I felt a bit out of place, so I decided to go to the restrooms. On my way I bumped into someone, which is nothing special, considering how clumsy I am. But this someone was your brother, Em, and he insisted to buy me a drink. And I had had a couple of cocktails before and well… I usually don't drink a lot, so I wasn't used to it. We talked a lot and I had much fun. When it was getting late, we decided to take a cab and somehow it all ended in my bed."
I knew that there were some parts missing in my explanation. For example how blunt my own behavior had been, how I had not cared about wearing a condom or that I had forgotten everything around me when he had kissed me. But those were details I didn't want Rosalie and Emmett to know, because they already knew enough – maybe too much.
"What are you going to do now, Bells?" Rosalie asked, looking at me questioningly.
"I don't know… maybe you could help me, Em. You know him better than anyone. What should I do now?" I couldn't look at them, so I fixated my eyes on the sandwich which lay on a plate before me. It looked delicious, but I rather preferred the coffee, which was still in Emmett's grasp.
"Bella, I really don't know what you should do. But I can tell you that you don't need to worry about Edward. If you tell him that you need time to figure out what happened, then he will give you time… just let me tell you that you're probably someone special for him. He isn't the type of guy who sleeps with every girl he meets. Actually I was a little bit confused when Rose told me that the both of you had sex. Usually he is rather a shy guy than a lady's man. You seem to bring out the best of him."
At the last part of his little speech Emmett winked at me and gave back my coffee. I swallowed the warm liquid fast and thought about the things Emmett just had said. I hoped that he was right and that Edward and I could figure out a solution, because I didn't want to make living together harder than it usually was.
When I was finished with my breakfast and Emmett had left to pay his siblings a little visit (I inwardly hoped that he wouldn't embarrass me too much.), Rosalie bombarded me with more questions. But these weren't like the ones they had asked me before, but more embarrassing ones. Was Edward a great kisser? Was he good in bed? Did he make me orgasm?
"Rose, please, I am begging you. Stop asking those questions or do you want me to blush all my life long? I never ask you those questions, so why are you so interested in my sex life?"
"Bella, there must be a reason why you slept with him. Either you were drunk or he really is a sex god. But you couldn't be too drunk, because you don't look like crap, so he must have been really good. Please, Bells, share some details with me."
Some day my blonde friend would seriously drive me crazy. "No, Rose, just leave me be."
"Either you tell me, if he was good or we're going shopping now."
"That's not fair, Rose." I complained. It was definitely not fair. Unlike the most women in the world I hated to go shopping. To walk through dozen of stores was like torture to me and Rosalie knew this. "Rosalie, please… don't make me hate you."
"I never said I'd play fair. You have the choice."
"Okay…" I answered, knowing that she would annoy me until I gave up. "We are going shopping."
Two hours later I was standing in the dressing room of some boutique Rosalie had dragged me into, while my so-called best friend gave me more and more clothes to try on. Jeans which were too tight and dresses, tops and skirts which definitely revealed too much of my pale skin. I would not even buy a single piece of clothing, but the more I complained the more clothes were stuffed into the tiny room.
"Bella." She said. "You need more clothes that show off your body. You're such a pretty girl, but if you want to impress Edward a little bit more and not just with your sex skills, you have to wear something else. It's not that you have a bad taste or anything, but you have to be braver."
"Who said that I want to impress Edward? Maybe I don't even want to see him again!" I asked shocked, while I tried on a midnight-blue dress that looked surprisingly good.
"I know you, honey, and when I look into your eyes I can see that you want to see him again and maybe repeat the actions of last night. Not that I blame you, he's really hot and you two seem perfect for each other."
"Oh Rosalie, you sound like you're already planning our wedding. Instead of dreaming my life, please tell me when I should wear this dress… it actually is really pretty, but what's the occasion?"
I could hear her laugh. "For your first date with Edward. I am nearly hundred percent sure that there will be a date. And don't even dare to say no, little girl, you know I am right."
Carefully I bit my tongue and didn't tell her that there wouldn't be a date. But I would keep this statement to myself until we were at home, so she couldn't punish me with a lot more boutiques and shops.
Some hours later we were finally at home and I let myself collapse onto my still unmade bed. I buried my head in the sheets and smelled a heavenly scent – Edward. While I had been shopping, I had forgotten how perfect last night had been and just had tried to ignore the feeling of embarrassment every time Rosalie mentioned his name. But now as I lay in bed all the memories of him came back. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, which made me ache for him again. Just the mere thought of the things he had done to me, made my body tingle with want.
At that moment I realized that Rosalie was right: I wanted more of Edward. I needed to feel his body on mine, moving with me in sheer ecstasy. How could I live with him in the same apartment without creeping into his room at night to touch him? This man made me think things I never had thought about before, and even though I was scared about this, it excited me. This was a new Bella… I didn't know her, but I liked her. But did Edward like her too?
I sighed and got up when I heard my phone ringing. Wondering about who would like to talk to me, I grabbed the cell phone and answered the call.
"Bella Swan."
"Hey, Bella, here is Alice. Alice Cullen. I bet you remember me." Answered the person on the other end of the line and I felt myself blush again. Edward's sister.
"Yes, of course I remember you, Alice. What's up?"
"Well, we wondered if Rosalie and you wanted to come over for dinner. Emmett couldn't reach her, so I called you."
"Oh, Rose is showering right now."
"Okay, that explains a lot. So, would you like to come?" She asked and I got scared. Did I want to come over for dinner? Was I ready for facing the man with the dazzling green eyes, who just had been the leading character of my sexual fantasies?
"Edward would be happy to see you again, Bella." Alice laughed. "I mean it. Please come over."
It wasn't hard to picture the little pixie-like woman sitting in her kitchen with a pouting expression on her face.
"Okay, Alice, we're coming over."
"That's awesome, Bella. Can you be here in one hour?"
"Yes, we'll be there."
"Thank you! Bye."
"Bye."
I sighed. This was going to be a long evening.
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