How about a little beach party fun?

Chapter 4

A short while later, Shake It Off is blaring as we're dancing around.

"Doll," I hear as Edward pulls me to him, and I stop moving.

I just watch as he grins at me. He starts dancing to the song, and I'm too shocked to do anything else. He moves closer to me, putting his left arm around me as he flicks my hair back over my shoulder with his right.

"This would go easier if you would dance with me." Edward pulls back and grins.

I giggle as he lip-sings along with the song. I shrug and start to copy his movements, which makes him smile at me more.

The next song is Uptown Funk. Edward slides his sunglasses on, and I'm a little stunned when he again sings along with the song. As we keep dancing, it's very clear he's a good dancer.

I gulp and stop dancing when Time of My Life comes on. Before I can move anywhere, I'm in Edward's arms.

"Don't think. Just dance, doll."

I bite back the moan when his husky voice causes my body to let it out against my will.

Edward guides my movements. "Want to do some dirty dancing?" he whispers.

All I can do is nod.

"Breathe, doll," Edward says.

He starts to move his body against mine. Together this movement feels natural, as if we've done this hundreds of times. People around us are making comments and cheering. When we get to the part in the song where Johnny lifts Baby, Edward picks me up at my waist. He spins us around before letting me slide down his body. We finish the dance to a bunch of catcalls and more cheering.

I'm not surprised to see all the others now dancing the same as the next song starts.

"How about we sit over there on the rocks and talk?"

I nod and Edward keeps a hold of my hand as he picks up two beers as we pass the cooler. Edward sits down and pats the space next to him. I move slow, sitting down beside him, biting my lip.

"Have you ever drunk beer before?" Edward asks.

I eyeball him before taking one. "I may be a good girl, but I've done stuff."

Edward gives me this raised brow look.

"Fine ... with my dad's permission, of course."

Edward chuckles a little. "How old are you?"

I swallow back my worry, hoping this will not make him run.

"I'll be nineteen soon," I say, and Edward nods.

"That's a year off from what I thought."

I frown at him.

"I thought you were around twenty or twenty-one."

"So, is this okay then?" I say, waving my hand between us.

"What is this, doll?" Edward asks in a mischievous way.

I duck my head, closing my eyes as my face heats up.

"I just turned twenty-nine, and as for this," Edward says, tilting my face to his. "There's something, I'm not sure what—but I would like to see where it goes."

I smile as my eyes dance between his eyes and lips.

Edward edges closer to me, and he growls close to my ear. "We shouldn't let lust lead the way for us, doll."

Before I can duck my head again, he kisses me close to my ear and takes in a deep breath along my skin.

"Let's get to know one another," he purrs.

I take a sip of my beer, looking around to make sure everyone is away from us.

"So, were you in jail, for real?"

Edward looks at me before he laughs in a quiet manner. "Yes and no."

I give him a confused look.

"I was in jail, but it was for an undercover operation."

I swallow as I keep looking at him. "How long were you in there for?" I ask, hoping for his sake it wasn't three years, like he'd said.

"Five very long months," Edward sighs. "It's kind of the reason I took this job here: no more undercover work."

I tilt my head, hearing a lot of sadness in Edward's voice. I slide my hand to his, clasping his fingers. He looks at our joined hands and brings them to his mouth and kisses mine.

"I didn't want to ruin the surprise in telling Sam and my old friends what I do now." Though Edward's voice is light, I can still hear the pain there.

"You'll be safe here. Nothing ever happens here; well, not since the town's bad boy left anyway," I joke.

Edward grins, wiggling his brow. "Good thing I'm back then, someone has to liven things up."

I nod.

"What do you do, doll?"

"I just finished high school, and I work part-time at the diner," I say. "I'm just chilling out this summer until fall when college starts."

Edward looks a little worried but takes a sip of his beer.

"UW?" he asks out of the blue.

"What?"

"You going to UW?"

I shake my head at him. "Nope. No big university for me, just Port Angeles. Dad did make me take one of the dorm rooms, but I'll be sleeping in my own bed the nights I work late at the diner and every weekend," I tell him, hating I can't just live at home all the time. I'm not looking forward to sharing a room with someone I don't know.

"What's your major?" Edward asks, sounding calmer than he was.

"Photography," I tell him.

Edward and I sit on the rocks, talking the whole night away. At one point, he removes his jacket, putting it on me. As he sits behind me, he pulls me between his legs. We watch the sunset while talking softy to each other about nothing and everything.

"It's almost one in the morning. I should get you home," Edward mumbles as he nuzzles my neck.

"Yeah." I stop talking and snort. "Do me a favor and drive slow? Dad gave me the curfew of one, so make sure I'm five minutes or so late."

Edward laughs in silence while nodding at me.

A/N: What a rebel, huh? So now you all know more about her upcoming plans for school, and you got your answers about Edward being in jail. What are your thoughts so far?