Nine
My breathing changed and became embarrassingly loud. He tugged a stand of hair behind my ear and let his hand linger at the side of my face longer than necessary, but I was powerless to do anything about it. Being this close to Edward was playing havoc on my mind. His looks were exceptionally gorgeous, but it would be crazy to do anything. Wouldn't it?
His gaze captured me and I couldn't look away. I felt compelled to say something to break this connection before I lost myself completely, but my mind couldn't summon words to form a coherent sentence.
A smiled graced his face and he dropped his eyes for a second, severing the connection and letting me off the hook, "Where do you keep your wood?"
I had to clear my throat before I spoke, "The err- box on the terrace," I told him, pointing to the sliding doors at the back of the house that were covered by thick brown curtains.
He nodded and moved himself away from me, making his way over to the doors. I immediately missed the warmth his body emitted. My eyes followed him as he drew back the curtains and braved the outdoors. A breeze shook through the room causing me to shiver and the fire to swish uncontrollably. I took a deep breath, slowing my heart rate and took the hot chocolates to the couch.
As I sat, Edward rushed back into the house carrying a pile of chopped logs under one muscular arm, shutting the door with the other. "It's cold!"
He made his way over to me as I moved to kneel at the fire side. "No shit," I chuckled.
I went to take the logs but he gently shook his head, tending to the firs himself. I sighed and glanced at the TV; the movie was drawing to its end. I didn't realise we'd been talking that long, "I'll go check on your clothes."
His clothes were that wet they needed another cycle.
When I returned he was sat on the rug by the fire, forgoing the couch, drink in hand. Mine sat by his side on the rug also.
He looked at me when I came back, tapping his hand at the space beside him. When I hesitated he stated, "It's much warmer here."
He took a drink and looked at me expectantly over the mug.