BPOV
I woke again at midnight. Again I wished that I could figure out this restlessness that I felt when near him, why my heart beats faster when he smiles at me, why I wanted to be closer to him, why I didn't feel like I was good enough for him, and why all I wanted was for him to be happy. I couldn't figure it out and it seemed like my subconscious wouldn't let me sleep until I did. I rolled over to face his sleeping form. He had gotten a blanket for himself, so we wouldn't have to share. Although, for some reason, I wish we could share a blanket. He had gotten a sheet. This room was very cold because I liked it that way. He was shivering, obviously from the fact that it was cold and he only had a sheet. I took my blanket off of me for a second to get under the sheet with him. Then I pulled the thick comforter over both of us. Something snapped into my mind with such speed and force that I almost fell off the bed. Before I could register what I had figured out, I was swallowed by unconsciousness. My subconscious was obviously happy.
EPOV
I was awake, again. And I knew why I couldn't sleep. It was because of the person I was laying next to. It was one in the morning, and this time when I awoke, Bella was under the sheets with me and had given me some of her blanket. I was glad for two reasons: one, it was cold in here and her comforter was very warm from the heat her body was giving off. And two, I was lying very close to her; which made me happy. Her sleeping form rolled over to face me, and her face snuggled into my chest. I smiled to myself. I hadn't realized that my arms wrapped around her to pull her closer until now. I didn't know what I was feeling now, but I knew I hadn't ever felt it before; not even close. I was going to talk to Alice about it tomorrow. With that planned, I drifted back off to sleep.
BPOV
I was dreaming. I knew this because, one, Edward was kissing me. And two, before that, he had said he loved me. Both were things that would never happen. I decided to bask in the happiness that was taking over my body before I woke up and reality smothered my dream. It seemed like only seconds later that I woke to feeling something moving the bed. I opened my eyes. Edward was awake, and staring at me. I quickly glanced at the clock. It was three in the morning.
"Morning Edward," I joked.
"Morning Bella," Edward said in a strangely happy tone.
"What do you have to be happy about in three in the morning?" I grumbled.
"You know you talk in your sleep?" He asked. I groaned and responded.
"Yes I do. I didn't think you people here would have to know, though. Now, what did you hear?" I asked grouchily.
"I heard something about eyes, and then you said my name."
"Now did I?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes, you did. Although, at first I did think you were awake." He said in a dominant tone.
"Did you feel the need to wake me up abut it?" I asked meanly. His smile faltered.
"I didn't mean to wake you up. You can go back to bed." He started to pull the sheet away so that he wouldn't wake me up anymore. I grabbed onto the edge so that he couldn't pull it away. He rolled over to face me. "What?!" He asked sharply. I pushed my face back into his chest, where it was warm and I was comfortable. His arms wrapped around my waist and I suddenly realized what I had realized with such force before; I was in love, in love with Edward. I needed to talk to Alice.
"Nothing," I murmured into his chest. I looked into his perfect green eyes. I could feel my heart speeding up again. His arms tightened around me. I couldn't look away from his unforgiving eyes, which were making me feel like I was going to melt. My eyes wanted to blink very badly, but I couldn't even blink, I was mesmerized by them. When I finally got myself to blink, I kept my eyes shut.
"Bella, you're a terrible liar." He said.
"I'm only a terrible liar when someone knows the truth." I responded, my eyes still closed, "I bet you wouldn't be able to figure it out with my eyes closed." I challenged.
"You're on," He said with a smirk.
My eyes were still closed, "I am scared," I stated truthfully.
"Lie," He said simply. I opened my eyes, which were still red from telling the truth. "It's the truth?" He gasped.
"Yes."
"Of what?" He asked.
"Why do you feel the need to know?" I asked sarcastically.
"Why do you feel the need to make me suffer because I don't know?" He asked back.
"Good question, but very easily answered." I responded, "Simply because it's fun to watch you suffer." I said matter-of-factly.
"That's great." He said, very heavy on the sarcasm. I closed my eyes again.
"I was unhappy with my life until I met you. Very, very unhappy."
"Lie," He stated. I opened my eyes.
EPOV
I awoke again. It was two fifty five in the morning. I heard a voice that sounded much like Bella's. She was talking about shifting eyes. I turned to look at her.
"Edward?" She asked. Only for a second did I think she was awake. I soon did realize that she was asleep still. I stared at Bella, my favorite pastime ever since she came. I rolled a bit to get a better look. She turned around and started waking up. She opened her wide, deep chocolate brown eyes. She glanced at the clock.
"Morning Edward," She said sarcastically.
"Morning Bella," I said as I thought about what she had said in her sleep more conscious on my part
"What do you have to be happy about in three in the morning?" she grumbled at me. I didn't realize my tone was happy.
"You know you talk in your sleep?" I asked in humor. She groaned at me.
"Yes I do. I didn't think you people here would have to know, though. Now, what did you hear?" She asked in a grouchy voice. Her eyes turned red at the truth.
"I heard something about eyes, and then you said my name."
"Now did I?" She asked sarcastically with a small blush.
"Yes, you did. Although, at first I did think you were awake." I said dominantly.
"Did you feel the need to wake me up about it?" She asked in an irritated voice. That made me feel bad. Would she rather sleep than talk to me? I didn't know why this bothered me, truly.
"I didn't mean to wake you up. You can go back to bed." I said. I was in a bad mood now. I tried to pull the sheet away from her so that I wouldn't wake her up again. But she grabbed on to the sheet fast. I turned around stridently and my face was irritated.
"What?!" I asked sharply, I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. She rested her face against my chest. Again, my arms wrapped around her of their own command. I suddenly realized what this feeling was; although I wouldn't admit it.
"Nothing," She murmured with her head still against my chest. My heart sped up for no reason that my conscious mind could seek. I tightened my arms around her. She looked into my eyes and for some reason I couldn't look away. After a long time, she blinked. She kept her eyes shut after that.
"Bella, you're a terrible liar." I murmured to her.
"I'm only a terrible liar when someone knows the truth." She answered, eyes still closed, "I bet you wouldn't be able to figure it out with my eyes closed." She said. I heard the challenge in her voice.
"You're on," I smirked.
Her eyes were still closed, "I'm scared," She said in a strong voice.
"Lie," I said automatically. I have never met someone who would tell the truth in such a strong voice. She opened her eyes to show me her answer. Her eyes were red. "It's the truth?" I gasped in surprise.
"Yes."
"Of what?" I asked curiously.
"Why do you feel the need to know?" She asked sarcastically.
"Why do you feel the need to make me suffer because I don't know?"
"Good question, but easily answered. Simply because it's fun to watch you suffer." She said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"That's great." I said sarcastically to cover up my disappointment.
"I was unhappy with y life until I met you. Very, very unhappy."
"Lie," I said again. This couldn't be the truth because I would never be good enough for her. She opened her eyes.
