Hey everyone, terribly sorry for my delay. It was impossible to update this past week. Hope the fact that I post TWO chapters in a row make up for it :]. And I'm just wondering, when you all read the book, did you ever see Charlie being a kinda tubby balding man, cause I did. Aha, but anyways; here's whatcha came for
I slowly reached for the edge of the shower curtain, my hand was shaky and my heart was pounding in my ears. As I pulled the curtain back I held it against my body using my left hand.
I kept my eyes to the floor, not wanting to meet Edward's eyes. I suddenly lost whatever confidence I had and became hyperaware of my body.
I tried to hold as much of the curtain as I could to my body. I looked to Edward's feet, he was shifting from foot to foot.
Was he nervous?
The silence in the bathroom went past awkward to completely uncomfortable. I let my gaze rise to Edward's eyes. He wasn't look at me, but at his hands which were holding the coral pink bath towel I had asked for. He was holding the small towel so tightly that his knuckles shown white.
I was beginning to think I was the one making him nervous. My breath caught in my throat, this whole ordeal was supposed to be sexy and sensual, not awkward and uncomfortable.
I cleared my throat; I decided to give up for now.
"T..thanks." I said as I leaned forward to take the towel from Edward.
I clutched the curtain tighter in my hand as not to lose my balance. Edward lifted his hand to give me the towel.
My fingers had barely grazed the rough towel when it happened.
My right foot slid backwards under my weight. Usually I probably wouldn't have lost my balance quite as easily, but the water underneath my feet threw my already terrible balance completely off.
As I fell forward time seemed to stand still, I felt my face turn to shock and I watched Edward's face do the same.
The curtain I had held on to so tightly to keep my balance began to rip from its rings that held it up. Each snap was a gun shot in my ears.
Suddenly time picked up and I fell into Edward's arms; completely naked. My mind went blank and I leaned against Edward, my bare chest rising and falling rapidly against his fully clothed one.
Panic struck my heart as I scrambled for the towel Edward had dropped in surprise.
My wet hair clung to my face making it difficult to see.
Before I know it I was wrapped in the pink towel and the bathroom door was quickly closing behind Edward.
I felt my face flaring radiantly. Everything that had just happened played slowly in my mind.
I had blew it!
I still might have had a chance had I not fallen. What a fool I had been to think I could pull any of this off.
I was terrified to return to my room. I expected to walk in and have Edward give me a quick lecture about why he never wanted to see me again.
I had always been worried about Edward's beauty compared to my own. He seemed so unreal; a fashion designers wildest model dreams.
I stood before the bathroom mirror trying not to cry. The shower's steam had fogged up the mirror, making it so I couldn't see my reflection. I wanted it to stay that way. I felt ugly and unwanted; surely I wasn't worth the attention; better yet, the love of such a miraculous man such as Edward.
I decided it was time to face the music.
As I rung out my hair I felt myself yearning to believe that I had simply startled Edward since putting him into such foreign territory for the both of us. Edward had explained to me once that he had protected his virtue for so many years, which roughly translated to that he had never had a sexual encounter with a girl of any kind.
Knowing this heightened my spirits, as I had never done any of this either.
I turned to face the hamper hind me and pulled out an old night gown.
I quickly slipped the light blue cotton gown over my head and reached for the doorknob.
My heart began to race as I took slow deliberate steps to my room. I was sure Edward could hear the fast hum of it.
I reached my closed bedroom door and froze. I tenderly reached out and took the doorknob gently in my right hand.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I didn't handle rejection well, but I would learn to live with his decision.
As if the door would shock me if I turned it too fast, I opened the door; ready to meet my fate.
