It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry for the delay, but the time off was great. Thanks again to my beta, who didn't give up on me :). This chapter was actually a hard one to write. I even cried while writing it.
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I've never opened up to anyone,
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms,
We don't need to rush this let's just take this slow.
Just a kiss on your lips in the moon light,
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright,
No I don't wanna mess this thing up,
I don't wanna to push too far
Just a shot in the dark and you just might,
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life,
So baby I'm alright with,
Just a kiss good night.
Just A Kiss-Lady Antebellum
I was grateful for the long night's sleep I had; it would help me with the follow up visit to the police station I had to make. I had reported the attack to the police while I was still at Edward's condo but they requested I spend some time with the sketch artist.
For the past hour I'd tried to recall any memories of that night.
It was almost like being drunk. I was unable to remember the majority of that night. Edward had warned me that because of my concussion, there may be a memory gap. I remember the conversation we had the other day about it clear as day.
"I'm so frustrated because I can't remember parts of my assault," I spat into the phone.
"You had a pretty nasty concussion, so it's normal that you can't remember parts of your attack," Edward assured me.
"I've tried so hard to fit in the missing pieces of that night but I can't," I admitted.
"Don't be mad at yourself, you may regain some of the memories after your head has healed completely," Edward comforted me.
"Thank you for calming me down."
"That's my job, isn't it? And I'm angry too," Edward confessed. My eye brows scrunched together in confusion at his words.
"Why?" I let out a gust of air.
"I hate that it happened to you. If I get the hands on the asshole..." Edward threatened, his tone menacing. I was moved by his kind words, but I replied: "The police have that covered," I reminded.
"I'm protective of you, and all I want is you safe." The conversation made me smile, his protectiveness was sweet.
Focusing on the night gave me a headache. Part of me was scared out of my mind, yet the other part reminded me that it was a fluke.
The police station matched the color of the smog inhabited sky. A deputy greeted me then instructed me where to go. Through a maze of offices, I found the police officer that I had reported the crime to.
"Isabella," a heavy set middle aged woman greeted me.
"I'm Detective Stenson, come back to my office," A heavy middle aged woman greeted me.
She gestured for me to sit down across from her on a worn leather chair. She took her eyes off from her paper work and met my gaze.
"Now can you tell me what you remember?" She requested, grabbing a notepad out from a drawer of her desk.
"I was coming down the stairs from work, and a man grabbed me. I don't remember what he said to me, and then he pressed me against the wall. He hit the back of my head against the wall while I struggled. I got away and he punched me," I recalled.
"Do you have any physical damage done to you?" She inquired softly as she scribbled down what I'd said.
I sighed before answering. "I went to a hospital afterwards. I had a concussion that caused me to lose memory from parts of that night."
I rolled up my sleeves to expose the bruises sprouting on my forearms before continuing.
"I have these bruises as well."
She eyed my bruises that were perfect imprints of a set of hands.
"I have a bruise on my cheek from where he punched me."
Once I finished she continued to write something in her notebook and a few seconds later she looked back up at me. "Isabella, I'm going to send in a sketch artist. You just need to tell him the details of what you remember of your attacker."
The sketch artist waited outside the office. He wasn't didn't look much older than I was, and had glasses along with unruly blonde hair. He sat beside me. I gave him all the details I could recall, fuzzy or otherwise.
After the sketch was done the police officer Detective Stenson re-entered the office.
"Thank you Miss Swan, we'll call you with any developments," She explained to me. I nodded shaking her hand before I left. However, I had this gnawing feeling that they wouldn't find him.
Whoever the man was he wouldn't come back for me, since it was a one time event. Working from my apartment was rough considering that I had to look a computer screen for hours.
I was pleased that by the end of the week the noose on my head had gone down. The mark on my cheek had almost vanished as well. When I woke up Friday morning, my mind was everywhere. Alice had called the night before reminding me she was coming by to get me ready for my date.
The day would go by slowly thanks to the fact that I wasn't allowed to go to work. I reported the incident to my boss, Irina. She promised me it wouldn't happen again and that she would get to the bottom of it.
I decided on rolling back on my side, once again drifting into a peaceful sleep. There was a sudden racket outside my apartment waking me. I rolled over onto the other side of the bed trying to get back to sleep when my bedroom door opened with a thud.
"Bella Swan, get your sorry ass up," Alice ordered. I moaned, shook my head, and put my head under the pillow. She huffed, clearly annoyed. "You have a date in three hours."
I threw off the covers that were wrapped around me like a cocoon then almost fell on the ground. Alice was determined; she pulled me into my tiny bathroom and sat me down.
"Edward is such a worrywart," She remarked, fiddling with a stray hair as she spoke. I knitted my eye brows together in confusion then she sighed before explaining.
"He went all doctor on me, telling me what to do if I can't wake you up," Alice clarified. I pursed my lips as she wrapped a lock of my hair around the base of the curling wand.
I hesitated before replying. "That's sweet of him."
"You know he's missed one day in the three years he's been working here." Alice informed, trying to remain expressionless.
"What day did he miss?" I queried.
Alice smirked smugly. "He took off the rest of the day you were hurt." At her admission, my cheeks reddened to the color of a fire hydrant.
"He really likes you. I've never seen him be this way," Alice admitted, her eyes began to grow soft.
I huffed, blowing off her words. "It's a fluke," I said curtly
"Why are you so down on yourself? You have no reason to be," Alice asked, glaring at me clearly frustrated. My eyes cast down to the tiles below me, trying to concentrate on the lines that were carved into them.
"You need to start looking at yourself like the people around you do. I'm not good at this heart-to-heart stuff, but I've had to put up with you always being critical of yourself. Is it because of your ex?
"I got a news flash for you: he wasn't any good for you. Edward wants you, even likes you a lot, and he's a good guy. Stop thinking that you don't deserve to be with him and shit.
"If Edward likes you, he'll go out of his way for you also he doesn't lie."
"That was a damn good speech because I just burned my hand," Alice added, wincing as she put the curler down on the counter.
"I'm sorry," I apologized searching for bandages. I ran the water in the sink, grabbing her hand and dousing it with cold water. I raced off into the kitchen then opened the medicine cabinet.
I pulled out a bandage before handing it to her. "Thank you," Alice said, placing the bandage over her pink mark.
"Thank you," I murmured. Alice smiled softly, hugging me tightly. She then ordered me to resume position in the chair to finish my make over then ushered me to get dressed.
Alice picked out a dress with three quarter cold shoulder sleeves in an ebony color. She paired that with simple black heels along with a silver necklace. When I reached the mirror I barely recognized myself.
"Thanks so much Alice," I said, as I hugged her.
"No problem" She replied lightly. She left ten minutes later leaving me to pacing anxiously around my apartment.
I was careful enough not to mar my lip completely as I bit it. My heart was going off like a helicopter. To draw me out of my worried haze, the door bell chimed.
"Hi," I greeted as I opened the door. Standing in front of me was Edward, looking handsome as usual in khakis and a button down shirt. He responded to my greeting by winding his arms around my waist.
The butterflies still remained but curiously the nerves decreased. I was basking in his smell which seemed to calm me down.
"You look beautiful," Edward complimented, giving me his signature crooked grin.
"Thank you! You don't look so bad yourself," I said, blush heating my cheeks like wildfire.
As soon as I closed the door to my apartment he cautiously took my hand in his.
"How are you feeling?" He questioned softly. I glanced at him for a moment before
"So much better. Thank you for taking such good care of me."
Edward sighed in relief. "You have no idea how much you scared me." I scrunched my eye brows in confusion at his words.
"What do you mean?" I spoke softly.
He stopped before me in the hallway before sighing. "I wasn't there to protect you," Edward spoke with pain reflecting in his emerald eyes.
"I don't need protection." I said breathlessly.
"He hurt you, Bella. If you didn't get out when you did..." Edward trailed off, his tone growing horrified.
"But I did," I argued.
"I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you." Edward admitted and my head spun at the seriousness of the conversation.
"What do you mean?" I questioned my mind foggy with his words. There was no way that in the short time we'd been together that he had feelings for me. He was just being courteous
"Bella, I don't want to scare you." Edward chose his words carefully. His hands were placed lightly on my shoulders as if he was scared I was going to faint or something.
I planted my feet on the ground. "Try me."
Edward looked into my eyes, searching for signs of fear before continuing. He moved one of his hands to rest on my face hesitantly. My cheeks burnt where his hand rested. I released a soft eyes turned smoldering as I looked him. His emerald eyes burnt my brown one with so much intensity I had to look at away. I lowered my eyes but Edward was having none of that. He moved his hand from my cheek to chin, I whimpered as he lifted it up so he could see my face as he spoke.
"I'm in love with you," Edward breathed raggedly.
I felt my head whirl from his admission. I felt relief course through me, and the butterflies in my stomach started to dance. His hands dropped to his sides and his shoulders sagged. "Is it really that hard to tell?"
"No body has ever fought for me. The moment my Mom left us, I've felt alone. Charlie's wonderful and he gives it his all, and with Jake, I felt alive again. I felt like I could breathe. And with you, I feel like I'm getting a piece of me back and I'm starting to like the girl I'm becoming; all because of you.
"Half the time I'm scared that I'm falling too fast. Half the time I feel like I'm flying. I feel all things for you, but I know that I'm not good enough for you," I explained.
"Bella." Edward took both my hands in his. His grasp was gentle, as if he was holding something precious. "How could you think that?" he asked, softly.
Fear flooded my senses almost not giving me the chance to speak the words I wanted but I fought against them. "That I'm in love with you too?"
His smile tugged his lips into a breathtaking smile.
"Thank God," He murmured before he took my face in his hands. He leaned in closer; I could feel the electricity as his breaths matched mine.
Abruptly, he pulled away. "I can't kiss you here," Edward clarified.
"Why?"
He let out a chuckle before tracing my cheek with one finger. "That's not romantic." Edward argued, his eyes meeting mine.
He began to walk again; I tried to meet his pace. As we reached the elevator he hit the down button quickly.
"Don't tell me you're a hopeless romantic too," I murmured.
"With you, yes." He answered smiling crookedly. I took a leap of faith that Alice had been lecturing me to do.
"Please kiss me," I muttered, praying I didn't sound as stupid as I thought I did. I know I didn't sound half as good as the girls in all the movies. Edward turned his gaze to me.
He wrapped his arms around me. He rested his forehead against mine. "Are you sure?" He questioned. I nodded carefully, my stomach doing flip flops. His soft lips met mine.
This kiss was like nothing I'd ever experienced, it was the kind that made me feel weak at the knees. His kiss was gentle, almost reverent as his lips caressed mine.
I parted my lips, afterwards Edward paused his silently asking for permission. I granted it, and I felt his tongue meet mine. His hands reached to support my head, his fingers braiding themselves in my hair.
His other hand pressed my lower back to close the remaining distance between us. He pulled away, keeping his forehead against mine. His ragged breathing matched my own.
The elevator chimed as the doors opened. "Can we take the next one?" He questioned and breathlessly I replied: "Just kiss me senseless." Edward laughed.
"Your wish, my command sweet girl." Edward agreed before pressing his lips against mine. This kiss was more passionate and more heated than the other.
This kiss crushed my first kiss. Jacob was a sloppy kisser, but Edward's was almost like an art form. I wound my arms around his neck while he picked my feet off the ground.
I pulled away, my breathing labored. "I think I need some time to recover," I murmured my head spinning. "You did want me to kiss you senseless," He reminded as he pressed a light kiss on my forehead.
"Was that...?" I trailed off.
"Incredible? Yes, that was the best kiss I've ever had." Edward interjected.
"That makes two of us," I sighed in relief as the next elevator came. He escorted me into the elevator, holding my hand gently in his. There was a comfortable silence between the two of us before he cleared his throat.
"That didn't go as planned," Edward remarked. I turned to him, my eyes meeting his. I cocked my head in confusion, "what do you mean?" He smiled impishly at me.
"I was planning on having our first kiss under the night sky in the park," Edward admitted.
"I wouldn't trade that for a million bucks," I assured him.
"It doesn't have to be story book perfect. I've realized sometimes real life can be better than your dreams." I continued before I shrugged. Edward smiled softly at my admission.
"I would be the dashing prince, right?" Edward played along. "Of course," I replied, kissing his cheek. "You're the princess," He continued with my metaphor.
"I'm far from a princess," I retorted. "You're much prettier," Edward commented.
"You're persistent aren't you?" I queried, a giggle escaping my lips. He led me out of my apartment building into his car. "Just trying to keep my prize," He answered as he shut my door.
"Okay Prince Charming, how was your day?"
"Boring, there weren't many patients today," Edward said.
"You like it when it's busy?" I asked then folding my hands in my lap.
He started the heat before he replied. "It's a rush, having a trauma patient. I like the pressure. My favorite moment is when they take their first breaths on their own."
"I could never bear to be responsible for someone's life; to keep someone's heart beating." I trailed off in wonder.
"We all have our breaking points when it gets too much. You have to leave it all on the operating table. If you think about what you could've done differently, you'll drive yourself crazy." Edward described.
"You're a hero," I informed.
"I'm no Superman," Edward argued.
"You don't need to be. You save lives every day," I reminded. Edward clearly disagreed with my statement.
"I couldn't save you," Edward sighed.
"You have in many ways. You've made me happy again." I admitted casting my eyes to my hands in my lap.
"Do the police have any leads?" Edward questioned, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
"No, but it was a one time thing," I answered. "How can you know that?" Edward asked.
"He was just a creep," I shrugged. "He hurt you." Edward's eyes grew darker after he spoke.
"I'm not worried about it." I assured him, touching his shoulder gently to try to calm him down. "I'm sorry that I'm hell bent on this, but I hate that he hurt you." Edward apologized.
"Your over protectiveness is sweet but unneeded." I huffed; I wasn't used to people protecting me. Charlie tried to skid around the fact that Renee left us; still it didn't shield the pain.
"When you lov-care about someone it isn't overprotective, it's fear." Edward corrected.
"Fear of what?" I scoffed.
"Losing you," Edward confessed. My heart stopped all together for a moment. "You hardly know me," I reminded.
"You've given me happiness. I've been going through the motions of life, and then you came along. You were the most beautiful disaster that's ever come into my life."
"I'm a mess," I agreed.
"I like messes," Edward winked.
"I'm not like a car you can fix; I'm never going to run right again." I explained.
"I can try, can't I?" Edward said. I pursed my lips before I spoke again.
"Good luck," I murmured. Edward parked the car before he came over to the passenger door side.
He helped me out of the car then escorted me into the restaurant. The waiter led us to a table on the patio overlooking trees.
"I didn't know trees existed in New York," I remarked.
Edward smiled crookedly and said: "New York isn't all cities, once you get out of the central part its pretty quiet."
"It's beautiful."
"I guess so," He shrugged. I looked down at the green and red table cloths on the table then chuckled.
"Funny how it's getting so close already," I commented. Edward scooted his chair in slightly before his eyes narrowed. "Christmas, it's only two weeks away," I answered his unspoken question.
"It always sneaks up on me," Edward retorted shaking his head.
"You're not a Scrooge are you?" I questioned, teasing.
"Alice has been obsessed with the holiday since she was five. Living with her has made me become a Grinch," Edward admitted.
"I'm sorry," I apologized.
"I don't this year will be all bad considering I have a Christmas angel." Edward divulged.
"Charlie and I used to put up a Christmas Angel on the top of our Christmas tree each year," I recalled, smiling at the memory.
"I wasn't talking about an ornament," Edward denounced. I cocked my head in confusion.
"I was talking about you," He added. I felt my cheeks turn scarlet at his words.
"Thank you, Edward." I muttered, looking down at the ground to keep the tears from spilling over.
"Speaking of Christmas I was wondering if you'd like to meet my parents," Edward broke in. I nodded fervently at his offer.
"I'd love to! Do you want to meet my Dad?"
"I'd like to, without being shot." Edward answered with a nervous laugh.
"He won't shoot you," I assured him.
"Thank God," Edward breathed in relief. Charlie would like Edward, since Edward was a good man. Parts of me were scared of going back to Forks and face my demons, especially my past.
I prayed that I wouldn't have any run ins with Jake, I knew I wasn't strong enough for that yet. I hoped one day I'd get the closure I wanted, yet I knew it wasn't possible right now.
"Bella," Edward snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry just thinking."
"Penny for your thoughts?" Edward offered.
"I'm scared about going back to Forks," I admitted.
"Why?"
"I ran away from my past. I'm not strong enough to have a run in with Jake. There's just so much pain." Tears were scraping the edge of my eyelids.
"You don't have to push yourself," Edward reminded, reaching his hand over to meet mine.
"Charlie shouldn't pay for Jake's actions. I should stop being so scared and just suck it up," I chocked. Edward's thumb ran soothing circles across my palm.
"You've been through a lot. If you're not ready, it's okay."
"I know I can be ready. It's selfish, but I need you to come with me. I don't think I can do it alone."
"It's not selfish. I want to be there for you."
The waiter came then asked for our orders. I ordered ravioli, Edward ordered a salmon dish.
"What are your parents like?" I asked.
"I told you that Mom's an interior designer. Dad's a doctor. Esme will love you, I'm sure Carlisle will too. They've been married for forty years and still look like two kids in love.
"Carlisle works around the clock so Esme took care of all of us. No matter what her work schedule was, she'd always have time for us. She was a PTA Mom, Football Mom, baseball Mom, and basically the most supportive Mom that's ever walked the planet." Edward recalled.
"Your parents sound wonderful," I commented. Esme sounded like the perfect nurturing mother, Carlisle starring the perfect father. When I was younger I envisioned Renee reading me princess stories.
"They'll be over the moon that I found you." Edward agreed before pausing. "They've been trying to set me up with any one who's single. They will adore you," Edward explained.
"Charlie will love you, too. He's protective, but you're a good man. As long as I'm happy, he will be," I countered.
"I'm a decent man," Edward corrected.
"A decent man runs away once he hears the full story. You haven't run away once," I argued lightly. "You were screwed over, that's not your fault," He reminded.
"I was stupid enough to believe him," I said curtly.
"You were in love. Love is blind," Edward said, his voice passionate. I bit my lip then met his eyes warily. "There's one good thing that happened because of the past," I admitted.
Edward's lips pulled up into a smile, framing his white teeth. "Why?"
"I'm finally becoming happy again, also I met an amazing guy," I answered.
Edward's cheeks turned the shade of a rose petal. Before he could respond, the waiter came with our food.
The food was delicious, the perfect meal to share under the blanket of the stars. Once I was finished, Edward eyed me curiously.
"Care to dance with me?" Edward proposed. I looked at him like he had three heads.
"The patio is meant to be a dance floor. There are a pianist and a violinist," Edward continued, gesturing to the pianist along with the violinist behind us.
"I really can't dance."
"I have to make up the time we first met," Edward requested.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I didn't get to dance with you like I should've." Edward recalled. I sighed, nodding my head. Edward smiled smugly before he took my hand in his. He led us to the front of the patio, overlooking the trees beneath us.
One hand drifted to my waist to pull me closer while I wrapped one arm around his neck. "I haven't danced since Middle School," I revealed.
"I hope this beats that dance," Edward teased.
"Middle School dancing takes the prize of being the most awkward. With you it almost feels natural," I said while he spun me around.
"You should give yourself more credit, you're not a bad dancer," Edward assured me.
"When I was little Charlie and I used to dance around to "Butterfly Kisses" in the living room." I remembered. I smiled at the memory of stepping on my Dad's feet, which wasn't very much more coordinated than I was.
"I bet you were an adorable child."
"Who taught you to dance?"
"Carlisle and Esme always went to every Christmas Charity Ball at the Hospital, so I had to learn from Carlisle." Edward answered.
"Who was the lucky girl who danced with you?" I queried, I felt Edward shake with laughter.
"Alice most of the time, who hated dancing with me. She'd rather dance with the other guys but Esme insisted. Sometimes I danced with Carlisle's friends daughters," Edward responded.
As another song played, I leaned my head against his chest. Edward responded by wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying us slightly. Time passed slowly, I almost didn't realize the sun setting.
I felt Edward's finger coax my chin up so he could press his lips to mine gently. Afterwards he pressed his lips to my ear: "How about I drive us somewhere."
I let out a soft yes before he tugged gently on my hand. He paid the bill to my chagrin then led us to his car. My stomach was doing flip flops as he pulled out of the parking lot.
He drove us through a maze of rustic roads. I prayed he wouldn't want that yet. Alice said that he usually "skipped" steps so I prayed he didn't expect that yet.
I wasn't ready for that, at the thought I felt my head feel suddenly heavy. He parked in an old parking lot. He came around to my side. The sun had disappeared and only a bit of light remained.
"Do you really expect me to hike in heels?" I asked him, questioning his sanity. He chuckled before picking me up in his arms.
"Of course not." He assured me.
"Edward!" I squeaked in surprise.
"I told you I wasn't going to let you walk."
"Please put me down," I begged.
"Please let me have a little fun," Edward pleaded in return.
"If this is fun for you I can only imagine what your chiropractor is going to say."
"You're as light as a feather," Edward argued.
"That's a lie considering that I just ate dinner."
"You're tiny," He remarked. I shifted in his arms. "I'm five-three thank you very much!" I gasped.
"Still tiny, don't worry it's cute."
"Maybe you're just extremely tall," I countered. "I'm six-two, regardless you're still petite," Edward informed.
"Where are you taking me?"
He suddenly stopped then let me on the ground again. My eyes scanned the clearing. The edges were lined with trees, but the circular middle of the field only had grass.
Daisies poked out from under the carpeting of the grass.
"How'd you find this?" I marveled.
"When you drive to New York City, this is what you find."
"I flew here," I admitted.
Edward smiled crookedly. "I figured."
"I come here when I need my space. It's a long drive, but it's worth it. Now hold on," He added. He ran into the safety of the tree line before coming out with numerous twigs and branches.
"What are you doing?" I questioned, suppressing a giggle.
"You'll see," He said, begging for patience. He took out a lighter from his pocket before gathering the sticks together in a pile. He lit the firewood then smiled at me.
I walked carefully to him. He smiled at his work then wrapped me into his arms.
"This is nice."
"I was thinking maybe for our future dates we could come here."
"That sounds wonderful," I agreed.
He tilted my chin up before looking into my eyes. His lips formed a smile before he whispered. "Do you know what would make this moment perfect?"
I shrugged in response.
He laughed whole heartedly before pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me softly at first before pausing. I was growing impatient I could feel him smile before he kissed me again feverently.
I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening his kiss. After a while, he pulled away before pressing a few quick kisses to my lips.
"I'll never get tired of kissing you," Edward laughed.
"Please don't," I murmured breathlessly. He gave me one more kiss before pulling away. The fire eased down. Edward looked up at the sky and sighed.
"I should be getting you back to your apartment," Edward thought aloud. I raised my eye brow then he chuckled lightly. "I want nothing more than to have you in my arms all night, but I want to take my time with you." Edward admitted.
"Edward can I tell you something?" I traced his coat button gently with my finger.
"Anything."
"I was scared when you said you wanted to take me somewhere. I don't want to rush it. I'm not ready for that step. I thought I was going to disappoint you," I divulged.
Edward's eyes softened into a sea green. He took my face in his hands gingerly. "I will never push you. I know I screwed up in my past, but I will wait until you're ready." Edward reassured me.
"Thank you." I sighed in relief. He kissed my forehead before taking me into his arms. He carried me out of the clearing towards the car. Like I was a child, he tucked me into the passenger seat.
I closed my eyes as classical music played in the background. I'm not sure how long I was out of it but I felt like I was floating. I was moving, yet I couldn't feel my feet beneath me.
I wretched my eyes open. I was utterly flabbergasted that I saw Edward's face above mine.
"Holy crap!" I exclaimed, sleep evident in my voice.
"Hi sleeping beauty," Edward greeted, looking down at me.
"I'm so sorry! I can walk the rest of the way thank you so much for carrying me..." I rushed.
"You fell asleep in the car. You looked too adorable to wake up, so I let you sleep. We're almost at your apartment anyway," Edward interrupted me, in attempt to hush my ramblings.
"Thank you," I murmured, heat rushing to my cheeks.
"No problem, I had a great time tonight." Edward said before kissing my hair. He placed me on the ground next to my apartment door.
"I had a great time too, sorry for falling asleep on you."
"You can repay me," Edward offered. I cocked my head in confusion.
"What can I give you for your services?" I teased.
"One kiss please."
"Is this what you usually ask for after carrying a girl?" I questioned crossing my arms around my chest.
"Only you," Edward answered.
"A kiss good night." I wrapped my arms around his neck before I kissed him slowly. He returned my kiss, lifting me above the ground for a moment.
I pulled away breathless. "Good night, Edward."
"Good night Bella," Edward said, kissing my forehead once before descending down the hallway.
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