Twilight rocks! Stephenie owns it all.
Edward held my hand as we drove in silence. I knew he was waiting for me to be ready to talk. I'll reassure him soon that I'm fine now. I just need a few minutes to... breathe. That went well, I think. I never would have guessed I'd feel this way towards Charlie. He was always just sort of there, my summer obligation. I was so self-centered. Well, show me a teenager who isn't. But the last two years changed me, and him. We went through a lot together. He helped me through the lowest point of my life. He accepted my choices. That last act, him hugging Edward, that sealed it. What a great dad. I couldn't help but smile. Edward looked over at me when I did. His eyes were so intense, wanting to know my thoughts.
"I'm ready. I'm happy. Thank you." As I spoke I could see him relax. "Where did you go earlier?" I asked. "I dropped your things off at the house. You don't need them where we're going. I also cleaned out all the food from the house so there's no... smell when we do get back." He smiled as he squeezed my hand. I wondered how long it would be until we came back. "Wait, will we come back here? When? How?" "Alice called while I was at the house. She says it looks good. I'm not exactly sure what she meant by that, but we might be able to return here sooner than we thought." He looked pleased. I wasn't quite sure what to think yet. I wanted to talk to Alice, to know what she saw and meant. Would I really be able to come back and assume a somewhat normal life? Would my physical changes be noticeable? Surely it will stand out, compared to what I am now. Edward could see my concern. "What's wrong Bella?" "Won't I look... different?" Edward started to chuckle. "Have you seen yourself? Remember? Part albino?" he was teasing me. I guess I was pretty pale for a normal human. "But, I will be beautiful" I said almost asking. He started to laugh even more. "You are beautiful! It might look like you went and had a little plastic surgery to add angles to your heart shaped face, but other than that, I think you will look exactly as you do now. We can blame Alice's influence on that if it makes you feel any better." I was still confused. He could see that. "I've told you before, you don't see yourself clearly."
Obviously, because I was really hoping for something more. Although, if it means that we can come back and possibly see Charlie again, I'll be content with looking like... me. "Do you want to sleep? Should we stop somewhere?" I thought it was odd for him to ask if we should stop when usually I just slept in the car as he drove. "Do we have time to stop somewhere?" I asked hoping for a yes. I think he saw something in my face because he pressed down on the gas pedal and took the next exit.
We pulled up in front of a quaint little Bed & Breakfast Inn. It was perfect. It was an old Victorian house that was kept up very well. We walked in and a young woman at the desk greeted us. She couldn't stop staring at Edward. I wound my arm around his as she looked. She quickly broke her stare and asked if she could help us. Edward proudly announced "we are on our honeymoon and we'd like your best room please." I blushed when I heard him say "honeymoon". I didn't want the whole world to know that. But at that moment, I was glad she knew that. She looked through her register, then turned and took a key off the wall, and came around the counter. "How long will you be staying?" she asked coolly. "Just tonight, thank you," Edward answered. We followed her up the stairs and down the hall. This house was really beautiful. I wondered if Edward had an admiration for things from his period. We entered our room. It was incredible. Straight out of a movie. I was afraid to touch anything.
As I stood there taking in the room, I felt two cool hands move around to the front of my waist. Edward was standing behind me. I then felt his lips graze my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. He slid his lips up and down my neck several times. With each pass my heart beat faster and faster. I couldn't help myself. I turned so quickly it even surprised him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. He responded too. I started backing up to the bed while he was fumbling with my t-shirt. I started laughing as I pictured us and how we must look. Lust crazed honeymooners. Who cared. I pulled his sweater over his head. I slowed to run my fingers across his rippled chest. Wow. His body was so perfect. And it was mine. I leaned closer to his chest and inhaled. It wasn't fair, he always smelled so good. Then I started to kiss him, all over his chest. I slowed at some spots. I felt something like a shiver escape him, but I wasn't sure. I was trying to resist the urge to feel silly, but I was enjoying this too much. He didn't make me feel silly, so I shouldn't. When I stopped, I looked up at his face. He had a mischievous smile on his lips.
"My turn," was all I heard.