"I don't think I've been here before," I told Edward. We were still in his house. I stared at the lavish furnishings and immediately knew that he was from a high-class family.
He frowned. "You have been. I'm sure about that."
"Then I probably don't remember," I replied, faking a smile as he noticed my slip up. I hoped he was going to let me off.
"Do you want a tour, then?" He asked.
I jumped on my toes. "Sure! Take me anywhere you want."
He placed his lips close to my forehead. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yeah," my reply was a shaky breathy whisper.
He pressed his lips on my forehead and electricity fueled my heart rate to go faster. I reacted fast by pulling his head down to mine and moving my lips against his urgently. I pulled him closer, tiptoeing and grazing his hair through my fingers.
He didn't know what to do at first, but his response was what I wanted. He kissed me back, his arms winding around me tighter. I pulled back a little, stopping. He gave me a couple of short kisses before letting me go.
I smiled. "That was amazing." I said, feeling his soft hair between my fingers for one last time before I pulled my hands back to my sides.
He chuckled softly, his crooked smile appearing. "Yes it was."
"Now that's another thing we should do more often." I joked even when I meant it.
He swooped in for another short kiss and entangled his fingers with mine when he pulled away. "I'll show you around."
He took me down to the first room on the second floor since the first floor was just the kitchen and living room and they were huge, as they occupied the whole of the first floor.
Edward opened the door of the room and it was filled with shelves of books. I was immediately taken aback by the collection of books in the large room. I wasn't exactly surprised to see that we weren't alone.
"Those are my maternal grandparents. They love being in this room, especially when I'm in here." Edward said.
His grandparents glanced at me and waved, giving me a polite smile. I waved back.
"Why?" I asked.
Edward pointed to the piano that was placed near the corner of the room. "I play the piano. When I play a piece, they start to slow-dance together."
My lips curved up a little. "Oh my god, that's so sweet."
He pulled me towards the piano and he let me sit down first before him. He cracked his knuckles before laying his fingers on the keys.
"Is this the only instrument you play?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No. I play the violin and saxophone. You?"
I grinned. "I play the piano too. Violin? A little."
"Then why don't you start off with your piece first?" he said. "What are you going to play for us?"
I glanced at Edward's grandparents who were already dancing. I was wondering why since I hadn't laid my hands on the piano yet.
"The first song I've learnt how to play— Goldberg Variations. My mother loved playing this at home and I got interested, so she taught me how to play." I told Edward.
Edward frowned. "Never heard of that song before."
Whoops. Slip up. Goldberg Variations was composed in 1981.
I shrugged it off. "Uhm... this song has been in our family for generations." I lied. "No outsider should be allowed to play this piece."
I started at the high notes and my fingers floated along the black and white keys. I kind of got lost in the soft, calming tone that my fingers remembered how to play. I almost forgot that Edward and his grandparents were present. I glanced at Edward's grandparents and they were stuck in their world, staring into each other's eyes. It was nice seeing that their love was still going strong.
After I hit the last note, there was silence. I knew something was wrong.
"Edward?" I said without looking at his face. "Uhm... did I do something wrong or what?"
Still silence.
I finally looked up at him and saw him staring at me in awe and fascination. I frowned. "Edward?"
"Bella," he started, "has anyone ever told you how amazing you are?"
"What?" I was taken aback by his words. "Uhm, no." I shook my head, answering his question.
He kissed my lips without any other physical contact. It was just our lips meeting each other and nothing else. He pulled away and kissed my cheek.
He pulled me into his arms, my back against his chest and he circled his arms around my body. He pointed toward his grandparents who were still dancing with no music.
"You see them?" He said. "The reason why they can't seem to get the message that the music has stopped is because firstly, they have impaired hearing."
"They're... deaf?" I whispered.
He nodded. "Old age. Now secondly, even if they're can't hear us, they should still stop since they usual know when something's off. But they're so in love with each other, they never stopped dancing." I could hear admiration in his voice. "I love you and I sure as hell want to marry you, have kids and grow old with you. I want us to be like them– still in love even after multiple of fights and decades of putting up with each other."
My heart grew warm just hearing him say that with such perseverance and
seriousness and his arms tightened around me. He kissed my hair and I returned his kiss by placing his palm on my lips. I smiled as my lips lingered there.
"Oh!" Edward suddenly said after a few seconds. "I have been keeping this to myself, and I almost forgot about it."
His arms unwrapped around me and his fingers were placed on the piano keys. I missed his warmth but my eyes stayed on his fingers. The sweet, sweet tune that I have never heard of before quickly made up for Edward's touch and I closed my eyes, placing my head on Edward's shoulder.
"What's this piece called?" I asked.
I could hear the smile and happiness in his voice when I asked him that. "Bella's Lullaby."
I can't believe I wrote such a sappy chapter! I don't normally do that and this makes me want to cry (in a good way) and I'm so proud! Ah! And I know that I took a little too much time to update (sorry guys) but I've been really busy (isn't everyone busy?) but that definitely does not mean that I don't have time for you all (*cringes* well, sometimes)!
Questions? Ask! I'll be glad to straighten out a few stuff with you guys.
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