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Something sharp poked into my exposed flesh, and I yelped in shock and pain. His expression softened as he heard me curse silently under my breath. I looked quizzically at my legs, then at my destroyed house.
"How did this happen? Where's Alice? Where's Rose? What happened to my house? Are my clothes Ok?" The questions flew out of my mouth as I looked around.
"Hopefully my clothes are OK. Otherwise Alice will want to go shopping and play Barbie-Bella." I added in disgust.
The beautiful man's body convulsed in laughter. My head snapped up in his direction, and I glared as best as I could at his faultless face. He got the picture and stopped laughing, but not before I got annoyed.
"Sorry." He mumbled apologetically. His mouth turned into one of the cutest pouts I'd ever seen. It could probably even beat Alice's. My breath caught in my throat, which didn't go unnoticed my Mr. Beautiful.
"I'm Edward." He informed me as he tried to set me down again. My arms automatically tightened, and I looked pleadingly at him. Hoping that he would get the picture and keep me in his arms, and step away from the cot.
His sigh of defeat made me giggle and release my death grip around his neck.
"So what your name? I already told you mine, so it's only fair that you tell me yours." Edward looked hopefully at me as he spoke.
My hesitation made him step over to the cot and start to lower me down. All the while looking at my face for a sign of surrender.
"Bella! My name's Bella!" I rushed out when I noticed what he was doing. A smile spread across his face when he caught my name.
"beautiful." He muttered under his breath. So low that I doubted I was meant to hear it.
"Excuse me?" my voice squeaked. Edward looked down at me. His facial expression twisting into a mask of confusion.
"You said beautiful under your breath." I told him, hoping to clear up any of the present confusion left.
His cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink and started to turn his face away from me. I didn't want him to look away, the color complimented his pale skin impeccably. Instead of answering me, he changed the subject.
"Do your legs still hurt?" Edward's head tilted to the side, and his attractive crooked grin enchanted his face.
I was about to say there was, but when I focused on y lower half there was actually no pain at all. My head shook and I instantly blushed for no reason at all.
"Good! Cause they gave you a major dosage of pain killer medicine." Edward enlightened me, the grin widening.
I felt my face heating up even more, if that was even possible.
"I think I could handle the pain though. If you check my hospital records you'd know that I practically live in the emergency room." I told him mater-of-factly.
I took another look at my burns, instantly regretting that decision. My legs were covered in second degree burns. The blistering had popped and there was ooze and blood coming out of them. It was really nauseating to look at. There was blood everywhere, it was a miracle that none had gotten on Edward's shirt. Oh crap! Blood!!! My head was reeling at the sight of it.
I brought my hands up to my face to cover my nose and eyes.
"What's the matter?" Edward asked me frantically. My head turned in his direction and I looked between my fingers to meet his worried green eyes.
"Blood!" I croaked out, and then covered right back up. Laughter shook his body as he took in my words.
I glared at him from behind my hands. My lips fell into a hard line and I turned my face away.
"Ahh, I'm sorry. Don't get mad!" Edward pleaded softly with me. The flustered tone in his voice made me laugh.
"Do mind if I ask you why you don't like blood?" Edward asked me amusement trickling back into him voice.
"It smells horrendous, and it makes me nauseas." I answered after a few minutes of deliberation.
"Oh." Edward's voice sounded on the verge of laughter again.
"Can you put me down if you're just going to laugh at me?" I glowered at him. His face intently lost all traces of glee and his eyes turned pleading again.
"But it's gonna hurt you." He whined while looking at me in the eyes. Trying to get me to change my mind.
"Well I don't like to be laughed at." I retorted, my voice utterly serious.
Edward's eyes were hypnotizing me, and I was finding it nearly impossible to stay mad at him Edward saw my glare becoming less prominent, and a grin was appearing on his face once again. He saw the defeat in my eyes before my face could betray my resolve.
"Fine. Don't put me down. But please, could you not laugh at me. I find it offensive." I pleaded with him. His eyes burned into mine as he nodded his head.
"OK, I won't laugh" Edward promised sincerely. Then a mischievous smile enlightened his handsome face. "But only if you don't give me something to laugh at." He told me his smile widening until I thought that his face would crack. I saw a row of gleaming white teeth come out from behind his lips as he looked at me with the smile still playing across his face.
My glare softened up a bit, but didn't entirely go away. It was really hard to stay mad at him. He'd just mitigate my anger by giving me a mind-blowing smile, and then make me laugh with his comments. My arms crossed in front of me and I looked away from him.
Curse those devilishly handsome looks!
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