Hi folks!
So this is not really a legit chapter. It's hardly 1,500 words long. But I didn't want to leave you guys waiting for the next week and a half, especially after all the lovely reviews. Thank you guys so much.
Also, this was all I could finish in the hour and a half I had before we got on the road for a 14 hour drive. Not fun!
So, without further due…
Enjoy! xD
BPOV
In the past couple of days, I had come upon the conclusion that my formerly boring, dull life, in which there was no excitement or happiness, had suddenly but gratefully become really fucking awesome.
All just because of one boy.
One damn, impossibly gorgeous, 6'1, arrogant and cocky, but also sweet and gentle, hair scratching, lip biting, people hating yet music loving, expertly kissing, epitome of high school sweet heart, seventeen year old.
Edward Cullen.
I'm pretty sure no one on the outside would ever figure out, or even suspect, the epic turnout of my life. Things seemed normal; calm, usual, tedious. I tried to act the same Bella, the Bella who never got butterflies in her stomach anymore, the Bella who didn't always smile for no reason, the Bella who wanted to jump out of extreme joy. School was the same; I was back to being invisible. I didn't let his presence get to me too much, but every now and then I would pass him in the hallways or catch his eye in class, and we would exchange a knowing smile, a mischievous secret, and I would try to pretend that my heart hadn't just skipped a beat.
Even my best friends didn't suspect my unusual behavior. Maybe that was because either I was a way better actor than I thought, or maybe because they were too caught up in their own romances to actually give a shit.
But either way, no one really knew about the on goings in my life.
No one but me.
And him.
Things with Edward were…weird and confusing to say the least. We literally had no idea what the hell we were doing. I didn't know what I was to him, what this meant to him, why he even agreed to this whole thing. Because, honestly, he was Edward Cullen. He could get any girl he want with the snap of his fingers, and probably wanted someone more like him, popular, athletic, beautiful. Why was he even bothering with this 'arrangement' with me? I just didn't know.
However, I did know this. Even if this feeling was not mutual, kissing Edward Cullen had literally become my new favorite thing.
It was not because every time our lips met, it was like heaven. Not because his hair felt so soft and silky in my hands. Not because when he held me, I could literally feel every inch in his body. Kissing Edward had become my new favorite thing because every time we kissed, it just felt so right. What I felt when I was with him was something that I had never felt before. It was breath taking, heart racing, eye crossing, skin flushing, face blushing exhilaration. It was magic.
As we had planned, we met every day after school. The first few times were super awkward. Not only did we not know each other a single bit, but we had no idea why we were doing what we were doing. We would stand next to his car, shuffling uncomfortably, until one of us, usually him, would make a move. Hesitantly, he would reach out and grab my hand or cup my cheek, and then he would kiss me. After that, the initial embarrassment would melt away, along with all of my shame.
From dry humping against the car, we moved inside, in the backseat. The backseat allowed us to be a lot closer to each other, almost pressing our bodies and faces. Considering I was still new to this whole 'making out thing', it was scary at first. But Edward was a complete gentleman about it. He would let me set the pace, only touching as much as I let him. Slowly, my confidence came back, and I took full advantage of the small space.
"Edward…" I breathed against his lips, and he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it, his fists tightening in my hair.
We were back in the car, in the middle of the school parking lot, a week after our official agreement. It was well after home time, and the building was deserted, so we didn't have to worry about any bystanders. Currently, he sat on the seat, while I somehow managed to climb on his lap, with my arms around his shoulders and tracing his perfect face, and my legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close. One of his hands snaked around to cup my neck, his thumb making circles along my jaw line. His other hand was tangled in my hair.
"…hmm?" He murmured. His tongue licked the entire shape of my lips, and then it entered my mouth. I used to shy away from his tongue in the beginning. I mean, just the idea of someone's tongue in my mouth made me want to puke. But Edward was really patient, letting me take my time, getting used to the idea. And now, it brought kissing to a whole new level. Just the feeling of his tongue next to mine, of them warring for dominance, of actually tasting his mouth, it was a sensory overload.
Speaking of tastes, in my hazy state of nirvana, I mused "You taste like strawberry yogurt." I smirked lazily at him, showing off my extremely awesome observation skills. He chuckled at my talent, his body frame moving beneath me. He sighed peacefully, pecking at my smirk.
"Yeah, well, that's what I had for lunch. Thanks for pointing it out." He laughed again. His laugh made me really happy, so I laughed with him.
"You're welcome. But really, you taste obnoxiously good…" I admitted, looking up shyly from underneath my eyelashes. His eyes softened as he stared at me, and then he pulled me in for another kiss. His lips started moving down my lips, along my jaw. With the hand around my neck, he angled my face upwards, exposing my neck. He kissed along the column of my neck, back and forth, back and forth. A dreamy sigh escaped my mouth. After that, his lips travelled north again, but this time to my ear. I shivered as I felt his warm breath along the back of my neck.
"You taste pretty good too, Swan." He whispered in my ear, while taking my earlobe in his mouth. I moaned for real, while my whole body shuddered. My heart skipped a beat, pumping faster and faster.
He chortled quietly at my speechlessness, and then proceeded to kiss my lips with the utmost passion and fire. It was mind blowing. We continued on for a quite a while after that, until he pulled back.
"What time are you expected at home?" he asked, licking his swollen lips. I sighed internally.
"Charlie doesn't come home until six. I have enough time." I grinned, moving in to press my lips to his again. He pulled back again.
"Hey, I wanted to show you something…" He started, looking at his hands nervously, which were wrapped around my waist.
"What is it?" I asked, unconsciously tracing his cheekbones with my thumb.
"Well…" He pulled his hands away from me, and they went down to his jeans. He lifted up slightly, and I felt him pull something from beneath him. It was his iPhone.
"I was searching up songs a few days ago, and I found this one." He told me, his thumbs tapping on the screen, searching for his song. "I thought you might like it." He added almost shyly, and pressed play. We waited for a few seconds, and then a soft acoustic guitar started playing. The singer started crooning words in his soft, melodic voice.
Well I don't how and I don't know why
But when something's living well you can't say die
You feel like laughing but start to cry
I don't know how and I don't know why
The guitar started playing again, and then the singer went on to the second verse. Cullen stared at me with wide green eyes and a nervous smile, gouging my reaction, trying to determine if I like the song or not. I loved it. It was so soothing and quiet and nice. And it really was the kind of song I like to listen to. I knew him less than two weeks and he already knew what kind of songs I like. Even Jacob still has problems with that, and he had known me all my life.
Then the singer went on to the chorus.
But oh darling my hearts on fire
Oh darling my hearts on fire
Oh darling my hearts on fire
For you
We listened to rest of the song in a comfortable silence. It wasn't awkward that I was sitting on his lap, or that his face and my face were inches apart, or that he was pressed against my whole body. On the contrary, the closeness made it even more peaceful, cuddly. It was the perfect moment.
He looked at me expectantly when the song ended. "Edward, I love it! It's such a great song. It's so cute, and the lyrics are beautiful." He visibly relaxed after hearing me. "Who's it by?" I asked.
"Passenger." He answered. "They're also British." I smirked, understanding what he meant by 'also'. He smirked back.
"Play it again." I demanded, and he tapped the replay option on his phone. I sighed, and then just took a moment to stare at Edward's face while the song started. It always blew me away, his beauty, his perfection. Not knowing exactly what possessed me, I abruptly pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back eagerly, his arms tightening around me while I tangled mine in his hair. It was passionate, and exciting, and a hell lotta romantic.
The song played in the back ground as we kissed…and kissed…and kissed.
Reading it back, this is hardly a chapter…
Oh well, I'm cranky, and sleepy and tired, and my parents will wake up any moment, so this is all you get!
I thought about some Edward and Bella cuddly time. I know they are many unanswered questions, like why she hasn't told Angela or Jake, but they will have to wait till next time.
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