The weeks following Thanksgiving were amazing; Edward and I were inseparable. We had begun unofficially sharing a bed nightly. It was small, but we were definitely cuddlers, and as winter approached, the extra body eat was welcome.
I was in a state of bliss. We ate as many meals together as possible and when class work prevented it; we had other friends who could eat with us. We still went to frat parties. Free booze is free booze, and by now, everyone knew we were together and even though I couldn't join a frat, they were cool with us coming to their parties.
I wasn't feeling as anxious as I used to, and I was definitely sleeping better than ever. Until the phone calls started. At all hours of the night, Edward's phone would ring. He never answered, and began turning his phone off at night (with his parents having directions to call me in case of an emergency), but it started ringing nonstop through the day now, too.
It wasn't that Edward was totally against answering his phone. He still did sometimes. When I asked him about it, he said he had answered once before, but it had been the wrong number, so he stopped answering.
That all sounded reasonably probable to me, so I didn't question him.
Until I got out of class early one day and heard Edward on the phone yelling.
"No, James, I told you we were over. This is why I left. I'm with Jasper now. No, James. I've asked you to stop calling, please respect that. Fine." Edward slammed his phone shut before he spun around and saw me.
"Jasper. This. I. What are you doing here?"
"My class got out early. What happened, Edward? Is everything okay?"
"Jay, I never told you why I transferred."
Edward and I sat down together and he explained his past to me.
He was out at his last school, and like he was here, he didn't think it was a big deal and would answer with the truth only when people asked. He dated here and there until he found James.
From what Edward said, James was gorgeous and a genuinely nice guy. They dated for a few months when Edward slowly noticed how controlling James was being, but Edward chalked it up to first love. James wasn't being violent or anything, yet.
But that was where Edward stopped. He said he didn't want to go into it. He said he's dealt with it and moved on, but James hasn't.
Edward said James kept calling once Edward got out of the relationship and decided to transfer, but eventually stopped.
But I hues he had started calling again. He had said he heard Edward was dating again and was jealous.
"Do you think he'll stop calling this time?"
"We'll see. James is a bit of a loose cannon. Do you want to maybe stay in tonight, Jay?"
"Yeah. You order food and I'll pick the movie."
Twenty minutes later and we were sitting on Edward's bed, eating pizza and watching a movie. We have come to adopt Edward's bed as mire of a couch and slept in mine. This was nice. After all the drama and a long week at school, simply relaxing with Edward was one of the best things ever.
We had constantly been going out together. I think most of it was because we enjoy spending time together, but some of it was maybe to prove the naysayers that they couldn't stop us. But tonight was just us. And the movie, but we could control that.
I realized, nearing the end of the movie, that Edward and I had only made love once and that I'd like to do it again. But tonight just seemed too perfect. I knew it would take another few tries to really enjoy it and I just didn't want the bad sex to put a damper on tonight.
I think Edward was feeling the same way as we both changed for bed and crawled in together.
As we held each other and drifted off to sleep, I once again wanted nothing more than to say, "I love you."