The distance between
Edward
She looked up at me in the darkness of my bedroom with her usual uncertainty; little did she know I would have gotten on my knees if she asked. This overwhelming need to be near her was pulsating thru my body "I'll talk about whatever you want" she sighed wail dropping her shoes on the floor, I let her climb back into bed first before getting back in my position "I can't spend the night Edward" I noticed she was still in her jeans and tee shirt "yes you can, just take of your clothes" I blurted out without thinking about the sexual undertone, she rolled her eyes "I definitely will not be doing that, not around you" I laughed "if I wanted to have sex with you, you would have known it already" her mouth dropped which only made me laugh more "im not saying you would have done it, but I definitely would have made that very clear and if you rejected me, I wouldn't be laying here in bed with you" she still looked at me with the same facial expression "besides its not like I haven't seen you in your knickers before, so take off your clothes and get under the covers with me, I promise you there will be no funny stuff" I held my hands up, she slightly smirked and removed her clothing, I lifted the covers for her to slid in "you see, ill be on my side and you'll be on yours"
Skyler
I awoke that mourning lying in his arms, his soft breathes tickled the back of my neck making me smile. I got up without waking him and walked to the kitchen; I fixed breakfast and watched some TV. Edward woke up a few hours later calling my name as he walked out the room, his face lit up with a surprised smile when he saw I hadn't left. He walked over to the coach and snuggled up next to me. Bottom line I was addicted.
Edward
It's been three whole weeks since skyler spent the night at my apartment and we haven't left since. I some how managed to continuously convince her to stay ever time she felt like it was time for her to go. So the days turned in to weeks and I could have been happier, we where completely indulged in each other. I know all her bad habits and she knows mine, the only thing she complained about was her lack of clothing and the fact that she had been wearing my clothes for the past three weeks, but I loved the way she look walking around the apartment holding up the boxers I gave her to wear because they would surly fall right off her hips. She eventually tied a knot in the waistband to keep them from falling. She was my hidden treasure, my precious sky. I would walked up behind her very mourning and wrap my arms around her waist, I'd give her innocent kisses on the cheek, which is this as far as I've gotten this whole time, and she was a tough cookie.
in the wake of the mourning I'd lie in bed sleepless by her side. The warmth radiating from her small fame compelled me to steal that kiss, yet I found the will to resist. Her eyes fluttered open and met mine, a slight rush of relief flashed across her face; she needed me as I needed her. "Good mourning" i softly whispered, as I gave into my need to be closers to her warmth, now that she was awake I wouldn't have to be self-conscious about intruding on her personal space wail she slept, this new gentlemanly attitude I conveyed in her presence was quite troublesome, I was all to use to the drunken overly friendly girls who didn't give a damn if you popped their personal bubble and would hand you the needle to do so "nooo its not mourning" she sleepily moans, throwing the covers over her face to hid from the light that peeked thru my dark curtains "that light is not daylight" she whimpered "then what is it" I asked amused at how much of a mourning person she was not "its… It is some meteor that the sun exhales to light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou neediest not to be gone" I laughed at her random Shakespearian outburst.
I playfully hovered over her underneath the covers creating a tent with my arms " then Let me be taken, let me be put to death I have more care to stay than will to go Come, death, and welcome! My sky wills it so" I played along "How is't, my soul? Let's talk It is not day" I laid beside her under the dark of the covers "im tried, I wasn't finished with my dream either" she jokily poked out her bottom lip "what was it about" she sighed "I don't know if I want to talk about it" I as curious now "was it a bad dream" she shrugged "I don't know if I can call it a bad dream, nightmares are usually far from reality, this was more like a taste of things to come" she looked at me with a sadness I hadn't seen before "tell me everything" I nuzzled my face into her shoulder ready to listen "well, you and I where fighting, but I wasn't a normal type of fight that most..Um…couples have" she blush at the word couple "it was sooo…intense, I could feel your muscles tighten as you yelled and you where crying…I was on my keens by the door with my hand rapped around the knob, I wanted so badly to leave, but I couldn't and you just kept screaming and screaming" she mused wail I soaked it all in "what was I saying" I hesitantly asked "I don't know, I couldn't hear you, this feeling in my chest was blocking out your voice, it felt like my heart was going to combust" she cringed "what do you think it all means" her eyes where distant now "nothing I hope"