AN: Damn this story is worse than heroin! Anyways...here's an extra long chappie for you. Just a little over 12000 words, and A LOT happens in this chapter. It's gonna piss me off when I finally get validated over on Twilighted and I have to split chapters for this one and I end up with mismatching chapter numbers again...just like in BTS. Yeah..you'd think I would have learned after all of that...but nah! You guys love long chapters and I hate ending them at awkward spots. Enough of my BS...ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight characters...we know this...I've written 81 of these damn things so far LOL. I should just make a template with it already stuck on there! Whoa my brain just turned back on...and there it goes again...got a damn faulty fuse somewhere...Oh yeah..SM owns them all...knew I was forgetting something...
Hangovers and Confessions
BPOV
"Bella Swan... wake up and spill," Rosalie practically growled as she tore the comforter away from me.
"Ugh...head...hurts... put...sun...out," I muttered probably unintelligibly.
"What?" Alice asked confusedly.
"Put the sun out," I muttered as I pulled my face away from the pillow slightly.
"What the hell does that mean?" Rosalie guffawed.
"I don't know... my brain hurts," I grumbled and then drove my face into the pillow.
"What the hell did you do last night when you left?" Rose pushed my hair over my shoulder and tried to pry my face from the pillow.
"Walk...water...tequila...mmm green," I mumbled incoherently and then sighed happily as those smoldering green eyes of his came into memory.
"She's shitfaced!" Rosalie screeched.
"NO!" Alice gasped and I giggled as the sound of his musical laughter reverberated through my mind, followed by a sharp shooting pain.
"Ungh!" I tried to roll over and hold my head together. The damn thing felt like it was going to split in two.
"Come on drunkie, sit up," Rose said as she pulled me forward. The room started spinning and my head started pounding.
"Here, Bells. Take these," Alice insisted quietly as she handed me a bottle of water and some Motrin.
"Thanks, Ali. What time is it anyway?" I squinted and tried to take the bottle from her.
"It's just after nine. What time did you come back?" she asked as Rose scooted over and she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Ugh...I don't know. It was after five I think," I said as I tried to remember.
"Where did you go?" Rose asked and I smirked.
"Therapy," I chuckled but stopped immediately and grabbed the sides of my head again. God that hurt like hell.
"Therapy?" they both asked in confusion. I just nodded slightly.
"And pray tell, who was the therapist?" Rosalie asked with a smirk and I avoided chuckling at all costs as I looked at her.
"Jose Cuervo," I answered as a grin spread across my face.
"You lie!" she laughed as she tossed her head back, filling the room with her manly guffaw. Alice started giggling with her tinkling laughter and toppled over into Rose as my head literally split in two.
"Bella...only you could turn a hot bartender into a psychiatrist," Alice chortled and as much as I tried to fight it off, the painful laughter slipped from me as I held my head tightly in my hands.
It got quiet, and somewhat awkward after we had sobered up...from our laughter. Their humor in regards to the situation was long gone as they looked at me with cautious and worried eyes.
"So... Jacob apparently learned how to work a phone last night, huh?" Rose said, trying to at least approach the subject with a tiny bit of humor. Unfortunately, it failed miserably.
"Yeah," I sighed and looked at the floor where I had tossed the two pieces of my phone. It was amazing that I hadn't broken my neck tripping over them when I came back into my room.
"What did he say?" Alice asked hesitantly.
"That he was sorry. He made a mistake. All the same usual bull with some new crap mixed in that only angered me even more," I replied as I sank back against the pillows and waved my hand around.
"How much did you guys hear?" I asked nervously. They both grimaced slightly at each other before looking at me.
"Um...close to everything?" Alice answered and I nodded glumly.
"Sorry for waking you," I muttered as I looked at them apologetically.
"You're not rethinking anything that you said to him last night are you?" Rosalie asked with a disapproving stare, and I shook my head.
"No... I meant what I said to him. It's over...all of it. I couldn't even ever look at him as a friend again after all of this." As sad as it was, it was completely true. Everything between us had been destroyed, and nothing remained that could be salvaged at this point.
"Good," Rose said simply as Alice nodded. "Now...how about some breakfast?"
My stomach churned and I wrapped an arm around it tightly as I covered my mouth with my other hand and shook my head, fighting off the sudden wave of nausea.
"Please don't mention food...ever."
"Alright. Well Alice and I are going to head down and then we're going to check out that moped thing. Why don't you get some more rest and we'll bring you back a little something for lunch later?" she asked and I nodded.
"This doesn't mean you're going to go back to living in a bed again are you?" she asked as she passed me back my blanket. I laughed, even though it hurt to do so, and shook my head.
"Nope, I'm done wasting away for no reason," I replied, feeling a spark of happiness from the truth of the statement.
"Thank God. Sweet dreams, Bells. We'll see you later," she said as she hugged me. Alice smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around me.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, sister."
"Thanks for resurrecting me."
Alice and Rosalie quickly left and I headed back to sleep after pulling the drapes closed. There was just too much damn sun for me to be able to fall back asleep. That was the one good thing about Seattle. Whenever you wanted to sleep during the day, the dreary overcast skies, and lulling quality of the rain, put you right to sleep. I felt as though I had just closed my eyes when someone started knocking on the front door.
"Coming," I grumbled as I rolled out of the bed. The knocking sounded again just as I walked out of my bedroom door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your damn horses already." I huffed as the knocking continued. I finally made it to the door and braced myself to yank it open.
"Christ you guys, remember your key...." I started ranting and then stopped abruptly as my eyes locked with green instead of blue or gray.
"Edward." His name breezed off my tongue as I released my hitched breath. He looked stunned and I looked around cautiously before my sight drifted down to my clothing.
"SHIT!" I squeaked and slammed the door shut.
"Umm... Stay there! I'll be right back!" I yelled as I ran through the villa.
I found my shorts from the night before, as well as my t-shirt, and quickly slipped them on over my tube top and underwear. I took a few calming breaths, and tried to subdue the flaming red that had erupted on my cheeks before opening the front door again.
When I finally opened the door I came face to face with a highly amused gorgeous god. How he could look so perfect after an extremely late night of drinking was beyond my comprehension.
"Sorry about that. I thought you were Rosalie and Alice." I blushed from embarrassment once more.
"Nothing to be sorry about...nothing at all. I wouldn't mind if you answered the door like that every time I knocked on it," he chuckled and I thought my face was about to burst into flames. It was silent for a while, and it was apparent that my brain had checked out for the rest of the day...possibly the rest of my life at that point.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sorry," I muttered as I stepped out of the way.
Smooth Swan...real smooth .
He stepped in and I shut the door behind him before turning back around. When I turned around he was holding out a bag and a paper cup with a lid in my direction.
"I thought you might need a little pick me up this morning."
"Thanks," I said as I took the items from his hand. "What's in the cup?"
"It's just a fruit smoothie, packed with vitamins. It's the perfect remedy for a tequila hangover." He winked and I felt a fresh wave of heat crawl up my neck.
"You didn't have to do that," I said as I gestured toward the couch for him to sit.
"I know. I wanted to," he assured me as I sat down next to him. I peered into the bag and smiled as I saw a small container of fresh fruit, a croissant, and something in a wrapper that smelled kind of greasy.
"I wasn't sure what kind of comfort food you liked after a night of drinking, so I grabbed a few different things."
"This is great... thank you." I dug through the bag and pulled out the croissant and fresh fruit.
"Anytime. Did you sleep well this morning?"
"Very... until Ali and Rose woke me up around nine," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Ouch." He cringed slightly and I nodded as I pulled a piece of the croissant off and popped it in my mouth.
"Do you want whatever this is in the bag?" I asked as I pointed to it. He shook his head.
"No, I already ate. Thanks though."
"So what are you guys all up to today?" I asked as I popped off the lid to the container of fresh fruit.
"Hm... Emmett took a group of people snorkeling this morning, Jasper's teaching some guy how to windsurf, and I'm off today so I'm bummin'."
"You came all the way over here on your day off? Didn't you have anything better to do?" I asked sincerely. Come on... he had to have something better to do than to come to the resort where he works on his day off.
"I actually came to see if you'd be interested in going for a ride with me," he said quietly, and my eyes widened with how nervous he appeared at the moment.
"I would, but I'm supposed to be committing suicide on a moped this afternoon with Ali and Rose. They wouldn't take no for an answer," I joked...somewhat. He laughed and shook his head.
"I guess it's a good thing that I ran into them on my way here. Your appointment with death has been postponed on account of your vicious hangover." His smirk was adorable and I found myself chuckling slightly.
"So what are they doing?"
"They rented the mopeds. They were just getting ready to leave when I showed up. They're heading into town to check out the shops or something," he said and I grinned widely.
"What's making you so happy?" he asked as he quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Not only has my appointment with death been postponed, but I've found the cure to suffering Alice's shopping addiction. I should have hangovers more often." I smiled happily as I popped another piece of fruit in my mouth. Hell from the way it felt, someone could have just told me I'd found the cure for cancer.
"Not much of a shopper I take it?" I shook my head and laughed.
"Not even close. My shopping style is like the supermarket sweep. Get in, grab it, and run away." His responding laugh was nothing short of musical.
"I think I'd pay to see that," he chuckled and I smiled.
"Just watch your ankles. I'm dangerous with a shopping cart." I winked at him and he cracked up again.
"So what do you say to that ride?"
"What exactly are we riding?" I asked curiously.
"My motorcycle." I paled.
"What's wrong?"
"Bad experience with motorcycles," I said as I shook my head.
"Explain," he drawled as he waved his hand around in a circle.
"A few years ago, my ex convinced me to try riding his motorcycle. So like an ass I get on this gargantuan thing that I can barely even reach the ground with my feet when I'm straddling it, much less when I'm sitting on it, and he gives me two basic instructions. Put it in gear with my foot, and give it a little gas as I let go of the clutch. Without questioning it...like I said I'm an ass...I did what he said and ended up flying down the road and crashing," I said and then hid my face in my hands.
"What an asshole," he growled angrily. "You could have been killed!" I looked up, gasping as I saw the raw pain flash in his eyes.
"Had you ever even been on a motorcycle before?" he asked with a horrified look. I silently shook my head.
"So he put you on it, without having even ever ridden on one while he was driving, and all he said was put it in gear and give it gas when you let go of the clutch?!" I nodded silently with wide eyes.
"Un-fucking-believable," he muttered as he shook his head and then looked up at me.
"Go get dressed," he said as he pointed down the hall. I looked at him curiously.
"Please. Just trust me." I nodded and lifted myself from the couch.
I walked into my room and took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair into a messy bun before getting dressed. My shoulders were slightly tender, nowhere near as bad as they should have been though, so I chose to wear a tube top and halter bikini with a pair of Bermuda shorts and a pair of flip flops. I rubbed in some sunblock quickly so I wouldn't burn even worse, and when I was done, I wrote a quick note for Ali and Rose so they wouldn't worry, and placed it on the kitchen table before joining Edward in the living room again.
"Do you have sneakers?" I nodded and turned back around to put on a pair of socks and sneakers, all the while wondering why I would even need them. I came back out and he held his hand out for me, and proceeded to lead me out of the villa.
"So where are we going?" I asked curiously.
"You're going to learn how to drive a motorcycle the right way," he said and I stopped in my tracks as I started to panic.
"Edward...please, I really don't want to." He spun around and cupped my face gently with both hands as he stared straight into my eyes.
"Bella, I won't let anything happen to you. If your friends are going to drag you out on mopeds while you're here, I need to know that you'll be safe. If you can ride my motorcycle, then you can handle a moped with your eyes closed... Don't try that by the way," he added as an afterthought with a chuckle.
I couldn't do anything but nod mutely as I gazed into his eyes. I knew I could trust him, and for some strange reason I knew that I was safe with him. He would never let anything bad happen to me. He let go of my face and took my hand again as he led us through the lobby and down the steps on the opposite side. I almost wanted to run back to my villa and hide when I caught sight of his motorcycle. It was big, and sporty, and it looked plain dangerous.
"Don't be nervous. I'll be with you the entire time." I took a deep breath and nodded to him, as I tried to fight the overwhelming nerves.
"You need to learn how to ride as a passenger before you can drive," he said as he straddled the bike. "Climb on behind me." I did and waited for him to say something else.
"Okay now put your feet up on these pegs," he said as he pointed to them, and I placed my feet on them.
"The most important thing to remember is this. When the bike leans into a turn, lean with it, never away from it, okay?" he asked and I nodded.
"Wrap your arms around me. I'm going to lean the bike, and I want you to lean as much as I do so you can get the feel of it," he said and I did. He leaned to the right at first, bracing both of us as well as the bike with his right leg.
"Good," he chuckled and he started to lean to the left.
"Alright I think you got this," he said sounding confident. "Hop off for a sec."
I hopped off and stood off to the side as he put the kickstand down and got off as well. He turned toward me and handed me a helmet that had been hanging off the handlebars.
"Nice...a brain bowl," I chuckled and he laughed.
"I have to ask...why do you call it a brain bowl?" he said as he shook his head.
"Think about it. If you get into a bad accident, it keeps your brain intact until the doctor pulls it off, and then it serves as a bowl for your brains to spill out into," I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Bella, that's... gross." He grimaced and then chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I spent too much time watching those Trauma Life in the ER shows or something," I said as I waved it off.
"I think I need to stop trying to figure out what might come out of your mouth, because every time I do, I'm wrong," he chuckled as he put the helmet on my head and fastened it.
"Is that a bad thing?" He grinned and shook his head.
"No...actually it's quite refreshing. It's nice to be surprised every now and again... even if the surprise comes with a shock factor," he laughed and I joined in.
"You ready?" he asked and I nodded. He climbed on the bike and I got on behind him. He started it and then turned his head slightly.
"Remember, hold on tight, don't panic, and lean with the bike," he said and I nodded as I wrapped my arms around him. He used his legs to walk the bike backwards a bit, and then put it into gear. My grip on him tightened significantly as he took off and he laughed.
"Need to breath, Bella," he called back to me, and I chuckled nervously as I relaxed just a bit.
I spent a few minutes just looking at the back of his helmet, focusing on leaning whatever way he did until I felt at least slightly comfortable and decided to look around at the scenery. It was beautiful. The road weaved through dense tropical forests, filled with vividly colored flowers and tall palm trees.
"You doin' okay back there?!" he shouted.
"Yeah, I'm good!" I yelled back and he nodded as he picked up the speed a bit. I tensed slightly and then relaxed.
I turned my head to the right, and suddenly the dense forest disappeared, leaving me a clear view of the ocean and shoreline below a cliff. We were traveling up a fairly steep incline, and I was resting against his back as he leaned forward. I couldn't imagine anything being more beautiful than the scenery that was flying past us...well except Edward himself, but I think all beauty paled in comparison to his perfection.
God when did I become such a sap?
The bike slowed suddenly and I was pressed into his back as we leaned and turned onto an unpaved road. He was traveling slowly as he weaved the bike around rocks, ruts, and bumps as we continued to climb a hill. When we came to the end of the path he stopped and braced the bike with his legs as he shut off the engine. I took it as my cue to hop off, and he followed right after me.
"Where are we?" I asked as I took the helmet off my head and tried to tame my hair as best I could.
"It's a surprise," he said with a smirk as he took my helmet from me and put them both on the handlebars.
He held his hand out to me, and I took it as he led us away from the bike, and onto a trail only wide enough for one of us to travel through at a time. He pushed back branches of plants that hung low into the trail, and held them until I had passed. After a few minutes we emerged from the other side of the trail. I gasped as he stepped aside and I drank in the entire scene before me.
We were at the very top of a cliff that looked out over the pristine white sand beaches, blue ocean, and tropical forest below us. Right on the beach was a roof made of palm branches and I looked to Edward with a questioning glance.
"That's Mezcalito's," he said simply and I nodded. He led us over to the far edge of the open area where there were large rocks with flat surfaces. We climbed up on top of them and sat ourselves down.
"It's beautiful, how did you find it?" This place had the ultimate perfect view.
"I found it right after I bought the bike. I was riding around aimlessly and I saw that trail that forked off the main road. I was curious, so I took it and then followed a small opening in the brush. Over the years, it's grown a bit wider with how often I've walked it, and I've even trimmed some of the brush back a bit to make it easier," he said and I nodded.
"Does anyone else know about this place?" I asked and he nodded.
"Only one person, my Aunt Esme. I told her about it one day when she asked me where I had been. When I described it, she immediately wanted to see it. She paints landscapes, and a few other things as well," he replied and a thought struck my mind.
"Does she paint all the beach landscapes that are in the villas?" I asked curiously and he grinned as he nodded.
"Yeah, she's quite the artist," he responded. His expression clearly showed how much he adored her.
"Did she ever paint this?" I asked as I gestured around the area we were in.
"Yeah, she painted a mural of it in my piano room. She said something about it being my secret retreat. She wanted me to be able to see it whenever I wanted to, even if I couldn't get up here," he replied with a look of admiration.
"That was sweet of her," I said sincerely and he nodded.
We were quiet for a while as we both stared out at the landscape. It was unlike the awkward silence most people who didn't really know each other that well experienced. It was completely comfortable, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for us to sit next to each other without needing to fill the empty space with meaningless chatter. It was a comforting feeling, and I found myself relishing in the sounds, breezes, and scents as I closed my eyes.
"You know... when my parents died, I never thought I'd ever feel complete again," he said suddenly and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was gazing out toward the ocean but then his eyes flickered to me.
"Until I met you," he said quietly and my breath hitched in my throat as I searched his eyes for any sign of insincerity. There wasn't a trace of it to be found.
"I...Edward..."
"Do you remember last night when you asked me if I had ever felt something like gravity pulling me toward someone?" he asked and I nodded.
"I feel that when I'm around you. I can't explain it, but it's like no matter how close I am to you, it isn't close enough. I've never felt anything like it before, and it confuses the hell out of me, but I don't ever want it to go away. It's when I feel that pull that I feel complete," he said and I felt tears begin to prick at my eyes.
"This may sound weird, but I feel closer to you after only one day than I feel to people I've known for years. No one besides my aunt knows about this place, but when I woke up, the first thing I thought about was showing it to you. It felt like I needed to share it with you, to share a part of myself that almost no one knows about with you," he said as he took my hand gently in his and traced light patterns across my palm with his fingers.
"I know you're leaving in a few weeks, and I've tried to reason with myself that I shouldn't get attached, but it's too late. I don't think I could have stopped it if I had tried, but I don't want to try. If four weeks is all I'm able to have of feeling this way, this complete, then I don't want to waste it trying to fight against it. Do you feel even any minimal amount of this or am I making a complete fool out of myself?" he asked nervously and I shook my head vehemently.
"No," I breathed. "I feel it too...I'm just scared," I admitted as I squeezed his hand reassuringly. He let out a breath of relief as a wide grin made its way across his lips.
"Edward... what's going to happen when I leave? What if we're setting ourselves up to be torn apart when that time comes?" I asked worriedly.
"We can cross that bridge when we come to it. If it's meant to be, we have to believe that it will work out somehow," he replied as he pulled me into his arms.
The second his arms enclosed around me, the only thing I could think was home. Being in his arms felt like home. I closed my eyes as I nestled myself further into his embrace and savored the sensations that coursed through me. I had never felt anything like it before, and I couldn't imagine living a life without having ever felt it.
"We should get going," he murmured into my hair. I nodded and started to stand.
He wrapped an arm around me and stood in front of me as he brushed a few strands of flyaway hair from my face and then cupped my cheek. His eyes were silently pleading for permission, and as the butterflies assaulted my stomach, I nodded minutely. His head slowly dipped down, and ever so gently, his lips brushed against mine. The feeling of it sent pure fire racing through my veins as my arms wound around his neck and my fingers weaved into his hair.
He tilted his head as his thumb caressed my cheek and his other hand came to rest against the back of my neck. I whimpered as his tongue darted out and traced along my bottom lip. The feeling of our tongues caressing each other was... indescribable. My fingers gave a little tug on his hair as I pulled him closer and he moaned in response. It was the most exquisite sound I had ever heard in my life. It could have been moments, or it could have been eons later when he slowed the kiss and we broke apart. The only coherent thought in my mind was 'too soon'. His arms wound tightly around my waist as he rested his forehead against mine and we battled to control our breathing.
When his breathing returned to normal, he placed a few kisses about my face before placing his lips against mine and leaving a slow and searing kiss against them. The overwhelming emotions that coursed through me in response to his tenderness caused tears to stream from my eyes. He gently swiped them away with the pads of his thumbs and then kissed away the moist trails that they had left behind.
"I...I'm sorry," I stammered. "It's just I've never felt anything like that before."
"It's okay, love. Neither have I," he said as he placed kisses all over my face. He pulled me against him again and gently held my head against his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on my back while I tried to calm my sudden tears.
"I'll find a way to make this work, Bella. If I have to travel the entire Earth just to be next to you, I will," he vowed, and I held him tighter, trying to fight off another bout of tears.
He held me tightly until I had composed myself, and kissed me one more time before leading the way back down the trail. He rode the bike, with me on the back holding him closely, to a long stretch of road where he stopped.
"Are you ready to learn how to drive?" he asked and I shook my head as the nerves started to get the best of me.
"It'll be fine, I'll be behind you the whole time," he said reassuringly.
"Here, sit up here," he said as he held the bike steady. I slid forward and placed my feet down on the ground. Well my toes anyway.
"Okay, this one's the clutch, this one's the front brake. Don't pull it hard, or the back of the bike will pop up and you might topple forward. Use it gently," he said and I nodded, paying close attention.
"The pedal on your left is the gear shift, and the one on your right is the rear brake. Use the rear brake more than the front until you get comfortable with it. At least you won't fly forward," he said and I nodded once again.
"This is a kill switch, it shuts off the engine. If you get scared, kill the engine so you don't accidentally pull on the throttle in a panic and end up taking off even faster," again I nodded, trying to remember all of it.
"When you let go of the clutch, let it go smoothly, don't just release it. If you do that in first gear, you'll stall out and the bike might jump forward, and in another gear the bike will jerk," he said, and I got even more nervous.
"Are you ready?" he asked, and I almost threw up.
"Edward, I don't think I can do this," I said as I tried to get off the bike.
"Nonsense, I know you can do it, and I'll be here with you the whole time. I won't let you fall, and I most certainly won't let you crash," he said as he growled the last word. I nodded dumbly, briefly wondering what my headstone would read on my grave site.
He slid on behind me and pressed a button, bringing the bike to life. It felt like a beast between my legs and I was absolutely terrified of it.
"Bella, relax. It will be fine," he said as he reached around me.
"Okay when you switch gears, tuck your toes under it and pull up all the way to go up in gears, press down on it to go back down. To get back to neutral, pull up half way if you're in first, or press down half way if you're in second. This green light right here tells you when you're in neutral like we are right now," he said and I nodded.
Right...up for up and down for down...got it...I think. Dear Lord..if I kill us, please know before hand that I didn't do this willingly. Please show me some mercy, and please treat him well. He means well...he just lacks a little common sense...okay a lot of common sense...
"Okay, pull the clutch in and hold it, then push down once on the gear pedal then tuck your toes under it," he said and I did. Feeling the bike go into gear only made my heart start to race even faster.
"Here we go," he chuckled, and again I wanted to throw up.
"Let off of the clutch lightly and give it just a little bit of gas," he said, and I sent out one more silent prayer before doing as he said. The bike lurched forward and then stalled and he started laughing as we wobbled.
"Pull up on the gear pedal half way," he said and I fumbled as I tried to do it. He reached around and hit the button, bringing the bike back to life and then he revved the engine a bit before placing my hand back on the throttle.
"Don't want the engine to get flooded," he said and I nodded.
"Okay let's try again, pull the clutch in, push down on the gear pedal, and tuck your toes under it again," he said and once again I did it.
"Give it just a little more gas this time when you release the clutch," he said and I nodded, sending out my silent prayer once more. This time the bike crept forward, and I slowly released the clutch handle as I gave it a little more gas, and we were off. I squealed and he laughed.
"You're doing it!" he cheered and I laughed.
"Get a little more speed up and then pull in the clutch as you let off the throttle, pull up once on the gear pedal, and release the clutch smoothly while you give it a little more gas," he said and I nodded as I followed his directions. The bike only jerked a little bit, nothing too bad, and we picked up speed again.
"You're doing awesome!" he cheered and I grinned widely.
We spent a few hours practicing taking off, turning, and stopping...which was fun by the way. I found out what he was talking about with the back of the bike popping up in the air. I was terrified that he was going to get thrown off the bike, but he didn't. He had probably braced himself for it and expected it to happen. Lord knows I would have been flying through the air if it had been me on the back.
By the time the sun had started to sink lower in the sky, I was actually pretty comfortable driving it, and he even let me drive it back to the resort. As we pulled up, Rosalie and Alice were just meeting up with Jasper and Emmett in the front as they returned their mopeds. I laughed at their stunned faces as I pulled up with Edward sitting behind me, his arms wrapped securely around me.
"No freaking way!" Rosalie guffawed as soon as her shock wore off. I put the bike in neutral and killed the engine as Edward hopped off.
"Dude...you let her drive the Ducati?!" Emmett bellowed and Edward grinned happily as he nodded.
"You didn't get hurt at all, did you?" Alice asked worriedly and I laughed as I shook my head.
"I wouldn't have let her get hurt, Alice," Edward said as he wrapped an arm around me.
"But...the first time..." she said with a pained expression.
"The first time an idiot put her on a bike without telling her a damn thing about how to ride it," he grumbled as he tightened his grip.
"Edward, man. I can't believe you didn't have a heart attack. You won't even let us touch that bike," Jasper said with an awed expression. He just shrugged and chuckled.
"She's a natural. She took to it like a fish in water. I wasn't worried in the least," he said and I grinned with pride.
"I can't believe you had a heart attack about a damn moped that has a maximum speed around the pace that my freaking hundred year old great grandmother walks, and yet you just rode in on a beast of a bike that's capable of doing two hundred miles an hour," Rosalie said incredulously as she gestured wildly between the mopeds and Edward's bike. My mouth dropped open as I turned to look at Edward who was laughing.
"AREYOUCRAZY?!" I screeched. "I could have turned us into hamburger meat! Forget the brain bowls...there would have been no brains left to catch!"
"Bella, you did perfectly fine. I told you, you're a natural. All you needed was the right instructions," he said and I scoffed. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks, and kissed my forehead before gazing into my eyes.
"Trust me, love. I would never have let you get hurt," he said with the most velvety smooth voice and I melted instantly as I nodded. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I molded myself into his side, blushing furiously as I took in the looks on their faces.
"What?" I asked self consciously. Rose just quirked an eyebrow, Alice started bouncing, Emmett was grinning, and Jasper looked positively beside himself.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Rosalie said as she shook her head and chuckled, grabbing Emmett's hand and walking off as they whispered to each other.
Jasper quirked an eyebrow at Edward and mouthed something to him, but I didn't catch what it was. Whatever he mouthed caused Edward to chuckle lightly and shrug as he led us up the steps and passed him and Alice. I looked back at her as we passed and smiled as I winked, getting her to squeal loudly and clap as Jasper wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Do you want to shower or change or anything before dinner?" he asked as we walked at a leisurely pace past the pool.
"Yeah, I probably should. My hair is a wreck from that helmet," I chuckled. "Do you need to shower? You can use mine if you need to," I offered.
"I have some clean clothes stashed in one of the staff quarters. I can shower there and then come back to your villa," he said and I nodded.
"Why do you have clothes in staff quarters when you live on the island?" I asked curiously and he chuckled lightly.
"Sometimes I'm too tired at the end of the night to go all the way back the house, so I stay here. I stayed here last night...well this morning anyway," he said and I nodded as we got to the front of the villa.
"I had fun today," I admitted and he grinned.
"Me too, but the day's not over yet," he said as he bent down to kiss me chastely. "Go shower, I'll be back soon."
"Okay. Knock before you walk in. I'm not sure if anyone will be walking around in a state of undress. Wouldn't want you to get an eyeful of something better," I joked and he scoffed.
"Bella, the eyeful I got this morning makes it impossible for me to believe that something better exists," he said and I blushed.
"Go shower before I lose the ability to let you go and we wind up in there together," he said with a wink and a swat on my ass. I yelped and then laughed as I walked away from him.
"The shower's big enough for two ya know," I said amusedly and he growled playfully.
"Don't tempt me," he chuckled.
"I'll see you in a bit," I said as I opened the door. He nodded as I stepped inside and shut the door.
"SPILL!" Rosalie squealed excitedly and my eyes shot open as a wide grin spread across my face.
"I can't," I said as I plopped down on the couch next to her.
"Why the hell not?!" she screeched.
"Because Alice isn't here," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Damn that little pixie," she grumbled as her eyes narrowed and she sank against the back of the couch.
"I'm gonna go shower real quick," I said as I lifted myself off the couch.
"Hey, Bells?" she called and I turned toward her.
"Yeah?" I asked. She smiled widely.
"I'm happy for you," she said sincerely.
"Thanks Rose. I'm happy for you too," I said truthfully. She nodded and smiled as she got up off the couch.
I made my way into my room and hopped into the shower. I still couldn't believe that he had felt the exact same way I had each time I had been around him. It was utterly surreal. I tried not to think about how I'd be leaving in four weeks. I tried not to focus on the fact that our time together was limited. If four weeks was all I could have with him, then I'd take it and be happy to have that much. And who knows, maybe it really could work out somehow.
When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and brushed my hair and teeth. I walked out of the bathroom, and picked up my phone that was still in two separate pieces. I put it back together and turned it on, placing it on the dresser. I dug through the drawer and pulled out a matching pair of undergarments and then stood in front of the closet trying to decide what to wear. I didn't even know what we were doing for dinner.
"Rose?!" I shouted.
"What?!" she hollered back.
"Where are we going for dinner?!" I shouted.
"Emmett said something about an Italian restaurant here at the resort," she said as she walked into my room.
"Need help finding an outfit?" she asked and I nodded as I took a step away from the closet just as my phone started chirping away with missed messages. Rosalie went to pick it up but I stopped her.
"Just leave it. I don't care what he has to say," I said truthfully.
"Kay," she said simply and walked over to the closet.
"Em said it's pretty casual, so how about this strapless wrap around dress? Your shoulders still look a bit burnt," she said and I nodded. It was a pretty dress, white with a blue floral design on it.
"Here, you can wear these with it," she said as she handed me a pair of white shoes with two straps and a low wedge heel.
"Thanks, Rose," I said as I took the shoes from her.
"Come to my room when you get done. I'll do your hair and make-up," she said with a smile. I nodded and smiled back as I placed the shoes on the bed.
She walked out and I got dressed quickly, forgoing putting the shoes on until we were ready to leave. I walked into her room as soon as I was done, and she ushered me to a kitchen chair that she had placed in her bathroom. Alice came barreling in the door just as I sat down, and quickly launched into interrogation time. I laughed and recounted all the events of the day for them.
They made sappy sounds at his words when we were up on the cliff, and laughed their asses off when I told them about learning how to ride the bike. Rosalie still couldn't believe that I had managed to conquer the beast, and Alice was in awe that I even managed to get on the damn thing to start with after my first experience on a motorcycle.
When they were done with my hair and make-up, Alice handed me a silver necklace and earring set, as well as an anklet to wear. I was blown away when I looked in the mirror. I was no longer sickly looking or practically translucent. My hair was shiny and healthy looking as it was half pinned up on top of my head with cascading curls going down my back, my eyes were smoky and lively, and my skin was lightly sun kissed with just a faint pink tone on my shoulders. Alice applied a little more of Diane's magic lotion to my shoulders, and aside from my shoes I was ready to go.
I walked back into my room to let them finish getting ready, and quickly made my way over to my phone. I deleted all of the texts and alerts without reading them, and cleared out my voicemail box. For the first time in two years I felt happy and alive, and I wasn't about to let him bring me right back down again. I hooked the phone up to the charger, picked up my shoes, and went out to the living room to wait for Edward. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door so I went to answer it.
"Hey baby girl... you look beautiful," Emmett said as he hugged me.
"Thanks, Emmett. You're looking pretty handsome yourself there," I chuckled as I stepped away from him. He really did look handsome in his khaki pants and short sleeved black button up shirt.
"Rose! Emmett's here!" I hollered.
"Be right out!" she yelled back and I motioned to the couch for him to sit. I sat in one of the blue chairs and crossed my legs as I rested my head against my hand and waited.
"So Eddie-boy let you drive the Ducati," Emmett said with a grin. I chuckled and nodded.
"Damn.. he won't even let us touch the stupid thing," he muttered and shook his head.
"Why not?" I asked curiously. Emmett laughed.
"Edward is insanely possessive over that bike...and his car. He won't let anyone touch either of them," he said and I looked at him.
"But... he practically forced me to drive the thing. He said something about being safe on a moped, and if I could handle his bike then I could handle a moped with my eyes closed," I muttered in confusion.
"Well that explains it," he said and I got even more confused.
"Explains what?" I questioned.
"He cares. He would have ripped his hair out and paced his way to China if you had ever gotten on a moped without knowing how to ride one," he said like it was plain as day.
"That's ridiculous Emmett," I scoffed.
"No..that's Edward. Fiercely overprotective and worrisome," he chuckled.
"It's just a bike though," I said as I shook my head.
"Not to him it's not. His bike and his car have been his "loves" since he got them. The fact that he both taught you how to ride that bike without dying of an aneurysm and being thrilled that you rode it, only proves that he cares more about you then that damn bike," he said as he shook his head.
"Emmett, really. I think you're reading too far into this. It's just a bike and he taught me to ride it so he wouldn't worry about me getting hurt on a moped, and possibly suing the resort," I said as I chuckled and waved the whole thing off dismissively with my hand.
"Bella, he's been my cousin for twenty eight years. He's been my brother for more than half of those years. I know him like I know the back of my hand. He cares...probably a lot more than he's letting on...even to himself," he said self assuredly.
The first thing that popped in my head in response was him not knowing about Tanya or about Edward's secret retreat. Thank God Rose walked out and saved me from a bout of word vomit regarding his lack of knowledge of those parts of Edward's life. Emmett got up and greeted Rose just as there was another knock at the door. I got up and went to answer the door, inwardly contemplating whether Emmett could be right or not about how much Edward cared for me.
All thoughts and contemplations disappeared as I took in the sight of Edward before me wearing light khaki pants and a crisp white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked every bit as perfect as I knew he truly was.
"Bella," he breathed as his eyes traveled up and down, drinking me in just as I had done to him.
"You look... stunning," he said as his eyes locked onto mine. I blushed as he stepped forward and wrapped me in his arms. He planted a tender kiss on my lips and grinned crookedly as he pulled back.
"You look pretty damn amazing yourself," I chuckled as I finally relocated my voice. He grinned and bent down to kiss me once more.
"You guys ready? Where's Alice and Jasper?" he asked as he looked around.
"Ali! Shake a leg already!" Rose hollered and I snickered.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she muttered as she came out of her room, still attaching her shoe as she hopped down the hallway.
"Where's Jasper?" he asked again.
"He'll meet us there. We were running late," Alice said as she blushed and Rose and I quirked our eyebrows at her.
"Zip it...let's go," she huffed and blew past us out the front door.
Edward kept his arm around my waist as we strolled toward the restaurant. I knew he worked at the resort, as did Emmett and Jasper, but for some stupid reason it just felt like the six of us had known each other forever and were all on vacation together. The thought of the six of us visiting various parts of the world together on periodical vacations, sent warm and fuzzy feelings through me, and I couldn't help wishing for it to be true one day.
Rosalie, Emmett, and Alice were strolling somewhere far behind us as Edward and I entered the lobby. Tyler was working the desk again, and he scowled as he saw us walking together with our arms wrapped around each other.
"I thought we weren't supposed to fraternize with the guests, Edward," he said as he sneered his name. Edward chuckled as he held me tighter to his side.
"You get paid to work here, I don't...big difference. Keep your wandering eyes off her Crowley...and any other wandering part as well," he said sternly as we neared him.
"Whatever. Whenever she wants me she knows where to find me," he said as he winked at me and Edward stopped in his tracks.
"Don't pay him any attention," I said as I pulled on him but he didn't budge.
"Edward," I said as I cupped his cheek with my hand. His eyes flickered down to mine and he relaxed slightly.
"He can sit there until the end of time and I'd never want him. I want you," I said truthfully. He smiled slightly and lowered his head and placing a tender kiss on my lips.
"Crowley, keep dreaming. She's mine and I'm never her letting go," he said as he gazed into my eyes and traced the back of his hand from my temple to my chin . I smiled and reached up on my toes to kiss him once more, loving the way his words made me feel. I felt loved and wanted for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Come on, love," he said as he led us through the rest of the lobby, leaving a scowling Tyler behind us.
"Never letting go, huh?" I chuckled as we walked.
"Nope... never," he replied as he pulled me tighter to his side.
"At some point you'll have to," I retorted.
"Never," he responded and I laughed.
"Well that just doesn't work for me," I said and he stopped walking and looked at me with a heartbroken expression to which I responded by cupping his cheek and smiling like a goon.
"I really don't care to join you in the bathroom while you chuck a deuce," I chortled and he stared at me in shock.
"Bella... I can't believe you just said that!" he guffawed and I laughed.
"What? It's true!" I cried out, only causing him to laugh even harder.
"Okay, okay...so I have to let you go at some point...just please don't ever say that phrase again," he plead and I smirked.
"What? Chuck a deuce?" I asked innocently, stifling my amusement.
"Yes! Oh my God... that's so gross," he laughed as he grimaced.
"Not so perfect anymore am I?" I laughed and he looked at me incredulously.
"No, you're beyond perfect. No one can make me laugh like that, except Emmett occasionally," he replied with a smoldering gaze and I melted.
"Alright, I'll shelf that one... just for you," I chuckled and he sighed in relief.
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
"Anytime," I replied as I leaned further into him and we started walking again.
We made it to the restaurant, and Jasper was waiting right inside the entry way. The hostess led us straight back to our table, and Edward ordered two bottles of wine for all of us. Conversation was lively around the table and the food was phenomenal. Edward even managed to convince me to dance with him, and surprisingly enough I only stepped on his foot once in the very beginning. After dinner, we all parted ways for the evening. Edward and I decided to take a stroll down the beach. The moon was bright and the light from it bounced off the white sand, lighting our way perfectly.
"So what's it like living in Seattle?" he asked as we strolled leisurely.
"Wet, gray, and dreary," I chuckled.
"Have you ever lived anywhere else?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Not outside of Washington. I grew up in this little nothing of a town called Forks. If you blinked on the highway you missed it, that's how small it was," I snickered.
"What about you? Where did you grow up?" I asked curiously.
"I grew up in Chicago, and moved to California when I was fourteen to live with my aunt and uncle after my parents died," he replied.
"I'm sorry. That must have been hard for you," I said sympathetically.
"It was for a while, but Esme and Carlisle are amazing people, and I had always been close to them so it made it a bit easier," he replied and I nodded.
"Did you like living in California?" I asked and he shook his head as he chuckled.
"No...that's where I get my low tolerance for flaky people from. I hated it there. Most of the people that I went to school with there were extremely fake and overly conceited. I couldn't wait to get out of there, so as soon as I graduated I moved to Alaska," he said as we stopped and sat down on the sand.
"What made you choose Alaska?" I asked curiously.
"We have some family there. I had been there a few times with Esme and Carlisle and I loved it. It's a beautiful place. Have you ever been there?" he asked and I shook my head.
"You told Tyler earlier that you don't get paid to work here. Is that true?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yeah, it's true. I don't need the money, and I do it because I enjoy it. It beats sitting in the house doing nothing all day," he said as he shrugged.
"My father was a stock broker in Chicago, a damn good one too. When I was a kid, every Sunday, we would sit together at the table and he would teach me everything he knew about stocks and the market. He taught me how to track trends and things like that as we went through the weekly copy of the 'Wall Street Journal'."
"Emmett likes to joke that I'm some kind of prodigy or savant, but really it's just because my father taught me well. When they died, they left me a rather sizable inheritance, and when I was about nineteen I started playing around in the market with it. I only dabbled at first, but then I started doing really well with it so I invested more, and the rest they say is history," he chuckled.
"Yeah...I don't know anything abut that kind of stuff," I laughed. "I grew up thinking a bank account with more than a hundred bucks in it qualified you as being rich."
"What do your parents do?" he chuckled.
"My dad is the Chief of Police in Forks...doesn't pay all that well, and my mom is a housewife... and not a very good one at that," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"You told me about your dad last night, what's your mom like?" he asked curiously and I sighed.
"Renee is... eccentric," I chuckled. "She's flighty and childish most of the time. She has a tendency to act like my best friend instead of my mother...which irritates the life out of me, and she's always up to something new. A few years ago it was painting, then it was yoga, then quilting, and my favorite of them all... bungee jumping," I said and we both laughed.
"She's a free spirit...the exact opposite of my father," I said as I shook my head.
"Who are you more like? Your mother or your father?" he asked and I groaned.
"If I had to choose...I'd say my father. Charlie and I are alike in the way that we can sit in a room without feeling like the walls are closing in on us the way my mother does. We don't feel the need to talk 24/7 about absolutely nothing of consequence, even though Charlie takes that to the extreme. He's an unusually quiet man, but I think that may come from years of listening to my mother chatter non-stop," I snorted and he laughed.
"We both have a hard time showing our true emotions as well. Like for instance, I know my father loves me more than anything, but he rarely says it. In his eyes, it's a given, a constant...something that will never change so why repeat it over and over again. But while Charlie is like that with everyone, I'm not. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, but I don't keep it behind Fort freaking Knox either," I chuckled.
"What were your parents like?" I asked curiously and he seemed to think about it for a minute before speaking.
"My father was strict, but we had a good relationship. I wasn't much of a trouble maker, so he rarely had to play the authoritarian role. He worked a lot, and even when he was home he was usually in his office until late hours of the night. I saw him mostly on weekends when he would take me to the batting cages or we'd go to the park and toss a football around for a while. He was warm and affectionate to both my mother and I. He was a great man," he said and I smiled and nodded.
"My mother was a very passionate woman. She played the piano, it was one of her greatest loves, and she taught me how to play from a very young age. She loved art and the theater. She was kind hearted, gentle, affectionate, and incredibly doting. She had always wanted more children, but they were unable to, so she lavished all of her attention and care upon my father and I. When you meet my Aunt Esme, you'll get a good idea of what she was like. In some ways my Uncle Carlisle kind of reminds me of my father," he said and I nodded.
"They sound like they were wonderful people," I said wistfully and he nodded.
"Do you have any siblings?" he asked and I shook my head.
"No, by the time I came along, the "honeymoon phase" was over, and I think they only stayed together because of me. My parents' marriage is... a disaster really. After so many years of living that way, I think they've just grown used to it and accepted it for what it is," I replied sincerely.
"We should probably head back...it's getting late," he said as he brushed my hair over my shoulder. I nodded and he stood, holding out his hands to help me up.
"I have to take a couple of people out snorkeling tomorrow. Would you be interested in going?" he asked and I smiled.
"Isn't that Emmett's forte?" I chuckled and he laughed.
"He's taking a few people out para sailing in the morning, so he asked me to help out," he replied.
"Sure, it sounds like fun. Can Alice and Rosalie come along too?" I asked and he nodded.
"Of course. I wouldn't want them to miss it," he replied quickly.
"What time should we meet you, and where?" I inquired.
"Ten am, down at the dock where we met the last time," he said and I nodded as we stopped in front of my villa.
"So I'll see you in the morning?" he asked and then bent his head down for a kiss, which I gladly gave him before nodding.
He pressed his lips to mine once more and sighed as I tilted my head and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. His tongue darted out in search of mine as I parted my mouth and ran a hand into his hair. His arms pulled me closer to him within his embrace as we continued to kiss.
"Sweet dreams, Bella," he said breathlessly as we broke apart. I took in a deep breath to steady my own breathing and smiled.
"You too, Edward. Goodnight," I said as I backed away and made my way up the steps. I got to the door and went to open it but it was locked.
"Shit," I muttered to myself and raised my hand to knock on the door, feeling like an idiot. I knocked and waited, but didn't hear anything.
"ROSE! ALI! OPEN THE DOOR!" I shouted as I knocked on the door again. Thank God no one was staying in the villas on either side of us. Again there was nothing but silence on the other side of the door.
"Well crap," I muttered.
"Locked out?" Edward asked and I gasped as I spun around, nearly jumping straight out of my skin.
"Yeah," I chuckled as my pulse pounded in my ears.
"Come on, we'll get the spare key from the lobby," he said as he took my hand and led me down the steps.
"Thank you, I don't know what I would have done if I would have been locked out all night," I said gratefully.
"Easily remedied," he chuckled and I laughed.
"Hey, Lucia. How are you?" he asked the lady sitting behind the front desk.
"I'm doing well, Edward. Haven't seen you around in while. How have you been?" she asked pleasantly.
"Been great, thanks. Listen, I need the spare key for villa five. Bella's roommates locked her out," he chuckled and I swatted his arm as I blushed.
"Sure, give me one second," she said as she disappeared through a door. She came out a minute later with an apologetic expression.
"Um... we don't have one. I'm sorry," she said and my stomach fell a bit.
"How many keys do we usually have for each villa?" he asked as his eyebrows furrowed.
"Four. How many were given to you at check in, honey?" she asked kindly.
"Um three I'm pretty sure," I responded.
"I can call Tyler and see if he has seen the other key," she offered and Edward shook his head.
"It's alright, Lucia. It's probably just lost. I'll replace it tomorrow. Can I have one of the keys for villa four?" he asked and she nodded and disappeared once more through the door.
"You can stay in that one tonight until you can get back in to yours in the morning," he said as he caressed my cheek.
"I don't have anything to wear to sleep or in the morning," I said sheepishly.
"I'll take care of it, don't worry," he said and I nodded as I leaned into him.
"Here you go. Sorry about this, honey," she said remorsefully.
"It's alright. It's my fault really for not taking a key with me," I said sincerely.
"Come on. Let's get you settled in," he said as he wrapped his arm around me.
"Goodnight, Lucia," he called to her.
"Goodnight Edward, you too honey," she called back. I smiled and waved to her. She seemed like a sweet lady.
Edward walked me back to villa four and opened the door for me. It was the same setup as ours only a different color. This one was white and coral, and all of the paintings were sunset landscapes.
"I'll be back in a few minutes with something for you to wear," he said and I nodded as he shut the door behind him. I took a few minutes to walk through the two bedroom villa, admiring the paintings that I now knew were done by his aunt. Minutes later, Edward walked back through the door.
"I didn't have much left that was clean, but I brought you a button down shirt and a pair of boxers," he said as he handed them to me.
"Thank you," I said gratefully as I took the clothes from him. "I'll be right back." He nodded and I headed off to change.
I found one of the bedrooms and went into the bathroom to change. I slipped out of my dress and pulled on his button down, and smiled as I held the collar to my nose. It smelled just like him. I fastened all the buttons except for the top two and slid into his boxers. They were too big so I ended up having to roll them up at the top. I folded my dress and dropped it on the dresser before heading back out to the living room.
Edward was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the television when I came back in and his gaze flickered to me. He froze with his hand mid-air as his eyes locked on me, a crooked grin slowly forming across his lips. I looked down at the floor and blushed as I fiddled with the bottom hem of the shirt. In an instant, he was off the couch and standing in front of me, cupping my face and guiding it upward.
"Forget the eyeful I got this morning. I rather prefer seeing you in my clothes," he whispered huskily as he peppered my face with soft kisses. I giggled nervously as I wrapped my arms around his waist. His lips finally pressed down onto my own and I sighed happily as our tongues touched. His taste was sweet and delicious and I couldn't get enough of it.
"I...should...really...go," he said in between kisses.
"Don't go," I whispered as I opened my eyes and locked onto his vibrant green ones. He pulled back slightly and looked at me.
"Please stay. I don't want to be here alone," I admitted nervously.
"Are you sure?" he asked as his eyes flickered between mine. I nodded.
"Yes, I'm sure. Stay...please," I replied as I leaned up to kiss him once more.
"Okay," he whispered against my lips as he rubbed his nose against mine.
He turned and shut off the television and light in the living room, leaving us standing in the moonlight that filtered in through the windows. He took my hand and led me into the bedroom and pulled down the blanket for me. I slipped under the covers, and pulled down the other side for him as he walked around the bed. I looked away as he undid his buckle and shed his pants. A minute later I felt him slide into the bed next to me, and when I looked back at him, his chest was bare. Edward in the sun shirtless was beautiful, but Edward shirtless in the moonlight was enough to make me want to cry.
He quickly set the alarm clock next to the bed and then turned toward me. I'm fairly certain my mouth was still hanging open and I could have been drooling by that point as he chuckled and pulled me toward him.
"You forgot to take your hair clips out," he chuckled quietly as he tried to run his fingers through my hair.
"Oops," I giggled and reached up to pull them out.
"I got them, hold on," he said softly as he gently pulled them out of my hair. Once he had them all out he placed them on the nightstand.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked as he ran one of his hands through my hair and caressed my arm with his other as I laid my head on his chest.
"Very," I replied sincerely as I snuggled closer to him. The feeling of his light touch and sound of his steady heartbeat was quickly lulling me to sleep.
"Sweet dreams," he said quietly as he kissed the top of my head.
"Goodnight," I murmured as I kissed his chest and laid my head back down. His breath hitched for a moment as my lips touched his skin and I smiled knowing I had the same affect on him as he did me.
In his arms I felt safe, warm, and loved. Never in my life had I ever experienced anything even close to what I felt when I was in his arms. I felt complete and indescribably happy. As I drifted off to sleep, I wished with every fiber of my being that this could last longer than just four weeks. That this feeling could last forever. That we could last forever.
AN: Reviews are better than having your roomates lock you out...that is unless your night ends in a sleep over with Edward! Much love to you all who are actually reviewing this as you read it...for those of you that aren't...shame on you *shakes finger* tsk tsk tsk. Love yas! ~Jersey~