It's been four weeks. Four whole weeks since I became an active participant in Bella Swan's life. She's the best friend I could ever ask for. So kind and caring. She's sweet and funny, and absolutely adorable. She's stunning and smart and completely infuriating at times. Sometimes she's absurd and oblivious and too self conscious. I know almost everything there is to know about her, and yet she's still a complete mystery.
She's my world.
It's been two weeks since we graduated and we've spent almost every day together since I asked her to let me walk her to class. We've gone everywhere you can imagine. Tonight it was decided that she would stay here at my house. The weather was bad and neither I nor our parents wanted her out on the road. It completely amazes me that even while she's asleep I'm learning new things about her.
She sleep talks. It's one of the most wonderfully endearing quirks that I've discovered she possesses. And I think the highlight of it all was when she whispered my name into the darkness of the living room we were camped out in.
It had to have been the best night of my life, on the floor in front of our family's muted television set as the lights flickered off of her features. I held her close to me after she dozed off and ran my fingers through her hair. I smiled to myself as she cuddled closer and I kissed her forehead. I cherished my time to hold her and to be open with her as she dreamt about me, and I fell asleep loving her.
BPOV
My eyes fluttered open, but I didn't move. Even if I wanted to, which would be completely ridiculous given the situation, I couldn't if I tried. One of Edward's arms was around my waist, and I noticed when I tried to move my head a bit that the hand of his other arm was braided into my hair. He probably didn't realize it was me.
He was on his back and I was halfway laying on top of him. I smiled and wished that I could wake up like this every morning. I listened to the thrumming of his heart and moved with the rise and fall of his chest. My smile grew with every breath he took. Never in a million years did I ever think I could be this close to the only thing I ever wanted enough to wish for.
I stayed there for maybe a half an hour, just staying close to him, before I started to cramp from spending the night on the floor, so I reluctantly decided just to wake him up. I lifted my head carefully, his hand still twined in my hair, but not painfully so, to see my gorgeous Edward sleeping peacefully. Alright…he wasn't mine, but I could dream couldn't I? And I could also pretend that this whole situation meant more than it did.
My free hand traced down the bridge of his nose and the backs of my fingers lightly glided their way across the perfect skin of his defined cheeks, before I rested my whole hand on the side of his neck. So very beautiful. There just really wasn't any other way to describe it. He was perfect.
I shimmied my way up his body a little so that I could lean into his hear and whisper, "Wake up." If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be caught dead in this position, but Edward was a hugger so I knew he wouldn't mind my closeness. His brow furrowed and he made a small noise of protest. I giggled. "Wake up, Edward." I whispered again, and feeling bold, I placed a kiss on the soft skin below his ear.
His green, gem-like eyes flickered open and I was met with the most amazing smile anyone could ever hope to see. A smile that belonged to none other than my best and only friend and my secret love.
EPOV:
"Good morning, beautiful." I offered, which made her smile and flush the most lovely shade of red. Her dark chocolate eyes flickered with a caramel hue as she blinked at me.
"Good morning." She replied softly.
I gently removed my hand from her hair and loosened the hold on her waist slightly with a muttered and embarrassed, "Sorry." Still, I didn't let go. She just giggled and her blush darkened, reddening her lips as well. I was mesmerized.
"What time is it? I asked, The number of hours I actually got to hold her was a fact I needed to know. She glanced up at the digital clock on the cable box of the T.V. and looked back at me to answer.
"Seven thirty three." She replied, and I groaned. Only seven hours and nine minutes. Not nearly long enough.
"Good God, woman. What were you thinking getting me up this early?" I teased, halfway serious. I'm a firm believer that Saturday mornings should not begin before noon.
She bit her lip. "The floor's kind of uncomfortable." She hedged, and I took a moment to notice the stiffness in my neck and back. I had to agree.
"Are you still tired?" She nodded. Slowly and painfully I raised us off the floor and she stood up, looking completely adorable in my t shirt and basketball shorts. Wordlessly, she followed me up the stairs to my room and stood at the doorway, biting her lip and shifting from foot to foot. I collapsed onto my bed and waited for her to join me, and when she didn't I looked over the see her still shifting, nervously. I opened my arms for her and she smiled brightly before jumping into them. So cute.
We fell asleep again, and stayed curled together for another five hours thirty four minutes and seventeen seconds.
Not that I counted or anything…
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