Yay! We're at 317 and it's not even Monday yet! However, it will be Monday when I post this. I probably won't finish this tonight, sorry.
Anyway, I love all your concerned reviews. No, Nigel was not kicked off; I made that up. And I loved Whitney. She was amazing. Once again, I'm a big fat liar! Aaahhh! My mom would disapprove…
I just watched Camp Rock. It was horrible! I mean, I love the Jonas Brothers to death, I'm a closet fan, but they cannot act. The only good part was the birdhouse part. I love Kevin…
Sorry. I talk a lot…
Chapter Eleven.
BPOV
I climbed the stairs one by one. He was the third level and since there were no elevators in this place, I was forced to spend the next minute alone with my thoughts—my crazy, jumbled thoughts.
One side of my brain was telling me to leave right now. That it was better to leave Edward confused and wondering where his visitor was than to suffer the humiliation that was no doubt awaiting me at the top of this level.
The other side was telling me to milk this newfound boldness for all it was worth. I only had a limited time on this earth so why no live to the fullest? Giving my business partner slightly racy photographs of myself certainly fell into the category of "full life."
The reckless side of me won out in the end so up that last flight I went. My heart was racing, my blood was pumping and some of a verse of that musical, Wicked, started playing in my head.
My pulse is rushing; my head is reeling; my face is flushing…
Those words, however cliché they were, described me exactly.
And then I reached door number 3A.
Oh god. The song wiped out of my head completely. I can't do this. No.
My rational side almost had me down the steps and out of this part of town. I already imagined myself in bed, with a carton of Ben and Jerry's frozen yogurt, thinking this was a dream when—
Creak…
"Bella? Is that you?"
Shit.
I turned around to face the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "Hi!" Wow, could I sound like any more of an idiot? Here I was, at his house!, and all I could say was "hi."
"Hi… um, do you want to come in?" he asked.
"No, um, here. I just wanted to drop off some of the photos from the shoot. I thought you might, uh, like to know what you missed." Now I knew what heroines in books meant when they said they were tongue-tied. I don't think I could have formed a coherent thought right now.
"Um, thanks." He took a step closer and took the photos from my shaking hands. "I'll look at these."
He was so close and I could smell him. He smelled like nothing else; like soap and shampoo, but there was something else; something sexy and dangerous. It was delicious.
And then, before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in to smell him.
"Mmmm…"
"Bella?"
"Oh!" I opened my eyes and saw just how close I was. My face was in his chest and I looked psycho. I swear if he didn't call the cops after this, I was beyond lucky. "I'm so sorry! I, uh, I'll just go now."
"No, wait! I think I want to give you something, too."
And then he kissed me.
It wasn't a big deal. No fanfare or fireworks, except in my head, but I certainly felt a little woozy. This man was amazing, and he had just kissed me.
"Bella? Please tell me you haven't fainted? Is my kissing that bad?" He looked so cute when he was worried.
"No, trust me. It's not bad at all."
And then I kissed him.
That was when I realized the direction our relationship had taken. It had moved fast, maybe faster than I liked, but we were more than just friends now—if we had ever been that—I think we may have been soul mates.
Not to rush him or anything, but as we kissed in that empty hallway, I felt like I had finally found the man I was meant to marry.
Yeah, I was definitely psycho.
Yes! I finished on a deadline! Wow, maybe I will be able to get a job and not be a procrastinator! Well, I'm still a procrastinator. I finished on Monday, but it's 7:51. I'd better get this up before someone PM's me to death!
Aaahhh! Death by Private Messaging! I can see the movie now…
Review please; can we get up to 350? Pretty please?
