I was hyperalert after my conversation with Jasper. While my friends went off to dance and Edward disappeared yet again, I couldn't settle down. What if Edward was the one who had kissed me?
I tried to remember how it felt, but I had been completely unprepared for the lips that bumped awkwardly into mine, first my chin and then my mouth. Childishly, I guess I'd thought if Edward and I ever kissed, my bones would melt and my skin would tingle, and I would just know how right it was.
I wasn't banking on a sloppily given kiss in a dark, noisy room.
"Bella, get out here! We're about to start the black lights!"
Alice's voice carried across all the ruckus in the front room, and the lights went out a few seconds later. Sighing heavily, I groped my way out of the kitchen and past the furniture we had pushed against the walls earlier in the day.
A few strategic black lights flashed periodically, but other than that the room was dark. The bass vibrated up through my toes. Finding my friends in the inky blackness would be impossible, so I gave myself over to the music, swinging my arms and hips and bumping into indistinct bodies.
Maybe Edward would come and dance with me. I grinned and closed my eyes, surrendering to the dark.