Chapter 4
My birthday was next week and I was very excited. I'm not usually one that likes to have the attention on them, but when it came to my birthday I wanted nothing more than for all eyes to be on me. Although, since I met Edwards his eyes were my main focus.
Mission Seduction hadn't been forgotten. In the two month timeframe since I moved here, there hasn't been much development in our relationship. Don't get me wrong we are both very interested in each other. Alice won't come over anymore. She had been acting weird every time I invited her in. The last time she was here she finally explained why.
Flashback
Alice had just picked me up from work and was about to drop me off. I hadn't seen my best friend in a while and I really wanted to just sit and talk with her. Maybe open a bottle of wine and pop in a movie.
"Why don't you come in? Let's catch up and talk about life."
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to. I have to meet up with Jasper." She and Jasper had gone on a couple dates. She even admitted to seeing things with him go past just hooking up.
"Oh come on. You have been blowing me off lately. What gives?" I was really tired of her ditching me.
"I'm not blowing you off…I'm blowing Jasper." She said shrugging her shoulders.
"ALICE! You know that's not what I'm talking about." I was becoming very infuriated.
"Alright, alright. Honestly, I don't feel comfortable going in the house. Edward is always waiting for you to come home so you can continue this civil torture you have going on, you two have the most awkward conversations. Everyone can totally tell that you both want to rip off each other's clothes, but you are both too stubborn for either one of you to make the first move." The car was silent. At this point, we were parked in the driveway. I saw the curtains move, indicating that Alice was right and Edward was waiting up for me. Damn it, I hate it when she is right. "I mean I get contact lust just being in the same room as you two."
"Whatever Alice," I said crossing my arms.
"The fact that you are getting mad proves that you know all of this already. You should also know that something has got to give soon."
Flashback Done
She was right, something has got to give. If everything goes to plan for my birthday, I will finally give into him. I was hardly sleeping because of the amount of sexual frustration I was feeling. It was like my body came alive when it was near him, and when I wasn't my body craved his presence and touch.
I found that if I closed my eyes I could remember the taste of his lips, how his hot breath felt on my electrified skin, his mouth claiming me. I could still feel his hands on my thighs working their way up to my breast. I was living in a constant state of torture.
From the dark circles under his eyes, he was probably suffering from the same lack of sleep I was suffering from. He was running so much that I even thought he was training for a marathon…I guess I should start getting ready for long nights because his stamina was amazing. YAY!
We were craving what the other person could give us, and that was release. Ever since that glorious time we had in the kitchen, I have been trying to find release. Trying and failing. Every time I touch myself the feeling I get is nowhere near the level of electricity that courses through my body when his hand "accidentally" grazes my butt or my thighs, or when we bump into each other in the hallway. I quickly learned that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to push myself over the edge.
We both know that the slight touches we have been exchanging are fixes just holding us over until the real thing, it is also an understanding that once we fully give into our deepest desires that we won't be able to go back to subtle touches. I think that is the reason we have both been able to hold back from each other for so long, we are scared that this will lead to feelings that neither one of us wants to get caught up in. I guess that is a risk I am going to have to take if I give my body to him.
I look at the clock on my bedside table and realize that it is 3:00 in the morning. This is not good, I have been a zombie at work. My Leads are asking me why my productivity is down, I can't just say "Well my productivity is down because I need my room-lord to fuck me until I can't walk, talk or think. Then maybe I will finally be able to sleep." That would get me fired so quicker than Usain Bolt can run the 100 meters.
I roll over and face the door, wishing Edward could read my mind and just come in here and end both of our sufferings.
(At the office)
Oh my god. I am so tired. I slept a grand total of 4 hours last night. Trust me when you are on the phone all day listening to people complain about everything under the sun, 4 hours isn't nearly enough sleep to operate correctly.
"You look like complete shit," Rose said sitting next to me. "Are you still not able to sleep because of Mr. Sexy?" Oh yeah, Rose was fully aware of the situation I was currently going through. She was part of the reason I was holding out so long.
"Thank you, Rose. I appreciate your wonderful words. I do apologize that we aren't all able to look like we just stepped off a fucking runway." I said with a bit of disdain in my voice.
"Jeesh, you really do need to get laid and quickly." She whipped her hair in my face and turned towards her computer.
"I'm sorry Rose. I just really can't stand that he gets to me like this. I have never had a guy get to me like this." I said with much defeat present in my voice.
"Hey. Don't give up just yet. I know that you can make it to your birthday. He has already confirmed to Jasper that he is going to be there. Alice and I have the most amazing outfit for you to wear out. Trust me he isn't going to be able to resist you in the dress we have picked out." She was rubbing my back as I rested my head on my arms. "You never know this might all be destiny working its magic. Maybe you two are prolonging something that is meant to be." No matter how much of a bitch Rose tried to be to everyone, she is truly a hopeless romantic. She has her dream dress ready and her kids names all picked out. If you heard her story, you wouldn't think that she would ever open her heart up to anyone again. There was some truth to that thought. She has tried to let some guys get close, but she would panic and shut them out and barricade the door. She would simply say "not ready" and move on from there.
"I don't know if he is 'The One' from what his mom said he is a player. This will be just a one night stand thing or maybe friends with benefits, but nothing past that." I was the only one that would probably catch feeling from all of this. No matter how hard I tried I always caught feelings.
"You doubt your beauty, and I mean more than just on the outside. You have a beautiful soul, people love to be around you. Trust me, the look that man gives you says more than just 'mine for a night' that look says 'mine forever'." She gave me that knowing look.
I hate this soft side of Rose. She always makes me cry, just like right now.
I see the clock turn to 1:58 pm. I wipe my cheeks. "Time to end the mushy talk. We need to enter the gates of hell in two minutes."
She chuckles and starts taking phone calls.
(Back at the house)
I walk in the house exhausted after another long day of phone calls and thoughts of Edward. He has invaded my mind in every way you can think of.
As I walk down the hallway I see the light in Edwards room turn off. I hope at least one of us can get some sleep tonight. If we keep this up, we will both be sleepwalking into the other person's rooms.
Maybe a nice bubble bath with lavender oil will help.
I prep the tub, strip my clothes and ease into the tub. The warmth of the water and the scent of the lavender oil surround my body. This is amazing and I feel the tension in my muscles slowly but surely disappear.
I stay there for about 30 minutes when the water starts to cool off. I decide to get out and head to bed. I feel relaxed enough for sleep to finally claim my body.
1 hour later
Are you freaking kidding me? That's it.
I get out of bed and head across the hall. I bang on his door and wait for a few minutes. I start to lose my confidence when the door swings open. He looks just as awake as I do. His hair is going in every direction, the circle under his eyes rival mine, the frustration that appears on his face matches what I feel in my body.
I push my way into his room.
"This has got to stop." I say as he closes the door behind me.
Well, this is going be an interesting bedtime.
