A/N: Sorry it has been so long. This chapter is extra long to make up for it. Review?
Chapter 12
BPOV
I lay on the bed, heart pounding way too fast with anxiety. I really needed to calm down. My stomach let out a monstrous snarl and I realized I still had yet to eat all day long. What the hell, I needed food in my belly ASAP.
Edward let out a huge laugh and collapsed himself onto the bed next to me. I laughed too and flipped on my side so we were facing one another. This moment felt intimate, but my hunger was too strong to make it feel awkward at the time. "Let's get you some food little Bella, before you shrink down to nothing," he said, running a hand down the side of my face and brushing some hair back.
My stomach turned into butterflies and I stared at him for longer than necessary. I forced myself to snap out of it when he sat up and grabbed the phone sitting on the bedside table. I heard him ask for a room service menu and looked around the room while he was busy, needing a distraction. How in the hell am I possibly going to get through this night without jumping on him and kissing him to death, if not more.
He hung up the phone and walked over to the dresser across the room opening a drawer. I looked at his backside as he bent over and may have gotten caught staring unfortunately. The usual reaction occured and if he hadn't noticed me staring, then he certainly figured it out from my face heating up as he turned back to me.
For some reason he didn't call me out, only smirked a smug smile yet again, like he knew I wanted him or something. What a jerk. Wait, I hope he doesn't see how I feel about him. How embarrasing would that be, especially because he keeps saying he doesn't feel the same way.
I shake my head and try to distract him. "Is that the menu. Gimme!" I say a bit too loudly. He shakes his head and holds it behind his back and when I reach around trying to grab it, he quickly holds it over my head just slightly, taunting me.
We play this game for a couple minutes, him looking at me with a gleam in his eye, me with a very real glare, because yes I am so hungry that I can barely enjoy the obvious flirting occuring. I said barely, I still love it. I can beat him, I think to myself. I rack my brain for a way to overpower the tall attractive guy in front of me and simply go on instinct. I stop trying to grab the menu and he immediately lowers it to where I could possibly reach it if I were quick enough. I know that won't be possible so I do the first thing that comes to mind. We are standing very close to one another and I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack if I don't move closer, so I do. My hand reaches out and he flinches the menu away immediately but I make no move to try to reach it, having a different plan in mind. I touch my hand to his chest, letting it linger there and while this is just part of the game to try and beat him, I can't help but feel the heat of his chest, the muscles lying below my hand, which I now see is shaking slightly. I force myself to slowly look up at him and he is looking at me almost like he looked at me when it felt like we almost kissed that night. My mind almost forgets that I am just trying to get the menu from him. I grab it from his hands easily because he isn't playing the game anymore. Just looking at me instead. I smile in triumph and hold the menu up between us, stepping back a step even though it is the hardest thing in the world for me to do. He snaps out of whatever daze he was in that had allowed his attention to wander from the game we were playing. I can't possibly be imagining all of this could I?
He narrows his eyes at me for a minute then just shakes his head and laughs lightly.
My heart is pounding heavily but I force myself with shaking hands to look at the menu and forget what just happened.
This is already getting out of control, I think to myself before I get lost reading the menu. Everything sounds so good. "Bella, how long does it take to pick something to eat. C'mon lady," Edward exclaims as I finally pick something.
I look up at him finally and he gives me a fake exasperated look to which I promptly stick my tongue out at him. Let's just keep this easygoing attitude, no more sexual tension please. Yeah right, that is going to be hard to do.
After we place our order, I grab the remote and plop back down on the bed, looking at Edward and patting the spot next to me. I flip on the television and start browsing. He sits next to me but not too close and elbows me playfully. "Give me the remote Bella. You suck at picking what to watch."
I look at him in shock. "Rude." But I end up handing it to him anyways because I could really care less what we watch. He picks some lame movie and we both fall into a comfortable silence until the food arrives, at which point we devour our meals faster than humanly possible.
As we are finishing up, he pulls out his phone and gets a weird look on his face.
"What was that Edward?" I ask, instantly curious.
He hides his look and puts the phone back in his pocket. "Oh nothing. Alice just sending me weird things when she's drunk. You know her..." he says lamely.
I narrow my eyes at him, thinking that he is hiding something from me. "What do you want to do, I am bored of this room already. I want to have some fun!" he says.
"Bored of me already, huh?" I tease. But he is right. I really don't want to sit here and watch tv any longer.
I don't have time to answer before he is walking over to the mini fridge in the room. "Oh please be stocked, please be stocked," he mutters as he opens it.
"Score!" he shouts, looking at me excitedly. I give him a questioning look and wonder over to him to see what he is going on about.
"Mini alcohol bottles!" he says in an Alice like voice.
"Um Edward, are you really going to pay like $8.00 for that little shot?" I ask.
He grins at me and grabs a bottle, twisting off the cap and downing it before I can even start to protest.
He cracks up at my face and hands me one. "Oh no Edward, I am underage, I will get like arrested or something," I joke.
"Haha Bella, just drink it. Don't worry about the money. I've got it taken care of."
I hesitate slightly but take the little bottle of Smirnoff from him. I hold it up, cheers style and he grabs another and joins me. "To us," he says, and we both down the shot.
I feel it immediately go to my brain and I take the few steps back and sit on the bed feeling a little tipsy already. He laughs at me and I giggle at how silly I feel. I never drink vodka, it clearly affects me strongly.
"Woah Bells, you okay there," he teases, standing in front of me and moving his hands around as if I can't see straight or something.
"Shut up Eddie," I say, pushing him away from me. He stumbles slightly from my push, informing me that he too already feels a little tipsy. I laugh hysterically because I never see Edward being clumsy at all and for some reason right now it is hilarious. "I am so glad you are 21 so we could have a room with the mini fridge bar in it," I say.
He laughs with me and I jump up to grab more shots. I load my arm with six mini bottles and make my way back to the bed where Edward is sitting. I sit cross legged in front of him and put three bottles in front of him and three in front of myself.
"Damn Bella, are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?, he says.
Unfortunately I blush, making me feel a bit awkward but he doesn't let it get weird thankfully. He ignores my blush, grabbing a shot and cheersing me again. "To...how cute you look when you blush" he starts, not looking at me and downing the shot.
I falter, the shot halfway to my mouth. I stare at him and he finishes, then looks back at me, a small smile on his face. He makes a motion with his hand for me to take the shot. I do, the whole time looking at him in a sort of awe. Is he hitting on me or just getting drunk and flirty?
The shot hits me and I feel myself warm up. He grabs the next one, ready to go again. I hold my chest and make a dirty face announcing my distaste for the vodka. "Ugh, this shit is gross. And what is with all the toasts? Are you seriously ready to go again?" I ask. He laughs and holds up the shot, not responding, just waiting for me.
"Here's to...you blushing when I said you were cute," he says, laughing again before taking the shot. I am right behind him this time though, taking the shot and then punching him for teasing me.
"Stop teasing me Edward, it's not nice. I can't help blushing no matter what you seem to say."
He looks at me curiously. "So I make you blush just speaking to you? I didn't know I had that kind of effect on you Bells," he says, teasing me again. He has a small smile on his face still and it just looks too darn cute. I need to wipe it off his face.
"Hey now, remember when I stole the menu from you? Apparently I have some kind of effect on you or else you wouldn't have let me get it from you," I say without thinking. I blush immediately at what I just said. I basically just presumed that he was attracted to me, whereas he was just teasing me, I know.
He plays right back though, not seeming to be embarrased at all. "I just let you have it because it looked like you were going to faint or something," he says, laughing again.
He was probably right, I did most likely look like I was going to faint. Just not from hunger like he thinks. This makes me blush yet again and I see that I played right into his game. He knows I am attracted to him, he's teasing me for it. What a jerk. He's so not modest. I guess I wouldn't be either if I had every girl ever thinking I'm sexy like Edward has.
"You are such a jerk," I say. My blush seems to want to stick around for good now, since it hasn't gone away since he first called me cute.
I hold up the last shot. "My turn to make a toast. Here's to..." I stop and stare at him, trying to think of something to say.
He looks at me waiting, and after a minute it becomes clear that I am not going to come up with something to say. He cuts me off, "Here's to you being right."
He takes the shot and I take mine before protesting his cutting me off and questioning him. "Um, I know I'm usually right but what am I right about in this context?" I ask. "And thanks for cutting off my genius toast I was about to make..."
He laughs but doesn't answer. I punch him again, "Edward, what am I right about?" I plead, bouncing on my knees in front of him.
He doesn't answer still and looks a bit uncomfortable. "I'm not telling you, maybe later." I sulk and cross my arms over my chest in defiance. "You suck. Who does that?"
"Um, I guess I do. So let's see what's on tv." I continue to pout until it becomes obvious he isn't going to tell me just yet. I sit up next to him against the pillows so that we are both comfortably in front of the tv. Our legs are touching but that doesn't seem like enough. I want to be touching more of him so I get up and go to the bathroom. "BRB Eddie," I say, giggling as I run and yep, you guessed it, trip to the bathroom.
I hear him crack up and I shoot him an evil glare before shutting the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are tinted a bright pink from the vodka and my hair is a bit of a mess. My jeans that I had put on that morning are still fitting snugly to me, causing me to be a bit uncomfortable but whatever. I consider taking off my jeans but quickly dismiss that idea. I smooth out my shirt and hair before exiting the bathroom.
I look at him and he is just sitting there looking so cute watching the tv. He has some documentary about the Rolling Stones on and seems enthralled. So much so that he hasn't seen me exit the bathroom yet. I take this moment just to study him. I know then and there that this isn't just a crush. I am falling in love with him, maybe already am in love with him. What I need to figure out is if my feelings for him are worth breaking up with Jasper for.
I walk back over and he smiles at me as I get close. "Bella, if you call me Eddie one more time I am going to have to..." he trails off. I lean over him on the bed on my knees, my hair swinging close to his face. I smile at him as he stops talking. "You're going to have to what?" I ask, smiling at him in what I hope is somewhat a sexy way. I can't say I'm the best at flirting. Now that I have admitted how I feel to myself I kind of want to show him and see how he reacts, even though that scares me to death. And there is no way I am going to let anything happen because I am still with Jasper. No harm flirting and figuring out his feelings though right? Probobly not right but my drunk brain doesn't understand enough to fight.
He looks a bit shocked at my close proximity but recovers quickly, grabbing me by the waist and swinging me over him so that I land on his side on my back. He swings himself over me then so that he is stradling me but not touching me at all. My heart is burning with desire for him. He leans closer and almost whispers it to me. "I might have to punish you. And I really don't think you are ready to be punished quite yet", he says with a downright evil sexy smirk that would make just about any hot blooded female disrobe immediately.
I have no idea what to do so I just lay there staring up at him, probably being totally obvious as to how much I want him but not really caring any longer. He leans even closer to me and his breath tickles my cheek, driving me insane. "Though you seem almost ready."
Then he moves off me before I have time to process anything that just happened. I make myself sit up and respond because I can't let him think that he can defeat me that easily. He is up and in the bathroom before I can respond and god damnit. I need to one up that son of a bitch. He is just evil and I believe he knows exactly what he is doing to me. Maybe not, maybe he is just simply the sexiest man alive and doesn't have any idea how he effects me. I will have to be a little more forward about this. Shy Bella needs to leave the room. I look around for an idea.
I see my purse lying in the chair next to the bed, Edward's long sleeve button up that he had taken off long ago lying next to it. A lightbulb goes off in my head and I decide to be a little risque. What do I have to lose. If he doesn't respond in a positive way I can just play it off as me being uncomfortable.
I quickly slip my jeans off pull and pull my shirt off my head. I am so glad I randomly am wearing my favorite black boy short undies with lace across the top. I hurriedly put on Edward's shirt and steal a quick glance at myself in it before I hear him flush the toilet. My heart flies to my throat in anxiety but I rationalize with myself that the shirt goes all the way practically to my knees because I'm so short that it really isn't even that sexy. I run back over to the bed and sit casually, trying to play it cool. Luckily my cheeks are already red from the vodka or I'd probably be on fire right now. He comes out of the bathroom, turning to the mirror and running a hand through his hair. I see him look at me in the mirror and then look back at his hair then his head snaps around to me suddenly.
He looks like he just saw a ghost, he's so surprised but he hides it as fast as he showed it. "Hey, my jeans were killing me I hope you don't mind I borrowed your shirt," I say, trying to sound nonchalant and surprisingly succeeding. Somehow I have a little confidence in myself at the moment. Must be liquid courage.
"Um, yeah, sure. No problem. Uh, yeah that's fine," he stutters. Yay, I got a reaction out of him. I see him look at my legs, just like he looked at my legs this morning, trying hard not to.
He looks from my legs and off into a point past my head then suddenly he grins, looking right at me. He then pulls his shirt over his head. "Well, if we are going to get comfortable, I may as well take this baby off. You don't mind right?" he says, grinning that smug smirk at me again. My jaw drops but I turn it into a smile. "Of course not."
He comes over and sits next to me, further away than last time even. I want to be closer. I need an excuse to get up and sit back down again. I'll have to wait a minute though or it'll seem too obvious. I get up and walk over to the mini fridge, feeling the draft on my legs makes me feel nervous and I can practically feel him staring at my backside. I lean over and grab a bottle of water and a couple more shots, realizing that my ass was peeking out just slightly from under the shirt. So glad I'm not wearing a thong...
I look over my shoulder and sure enough he is staring at me. I blush furiously and look away and clear my throat. I nervously make my way back to the bed, almost losing the courage to sit closer to him. I sit down and am about to slide closer to him but he makes it easy on me and pulls me closer himself. I smile up at him and he gives me what I think is a somewhat nervous look. We sit in silence for a couple minutes before I announce it's time for one last shot.
"One last call for alcohol, finish your whiskey and beers" he sings after I say so. I elbow him and turn so that my knees are facing him, but make sure I'm not giving him a show by angling my legs away from him. He looks down at my legs again and then back up at me.
"Keep your eyes up here Eddie, or you'll have to be punished instead of me," I say teasingly. I swear he blushes slightly but it's closely followed by him putting his hands on my legs and slowly moving them up so I don't hardly notice his face. My eyes are looking at his hands and I'm about to die.
He raises his hands slowly, til he reaches the hem of his shirt and does something I don't expect. He pulls the shirt down lower on my legs so less skin shows. I feel so stupid suddenly and look away from him.
Why did I put this stupid shirt on I feel so silly. He probablly sees exactly what I am doing here and thinks I'm stupid. He reaches a hand up and forces my face to look at him. "I told you if you called me Eddie one more time you were in trouble," he says. I just look at him, totally unsure what to say and still feeling a bit stupid.
"You're not going to do anything to me. I know you won't" I say. He laughs and then grabs a bottle of tequila. Yep, only tequila left.
"Oh lala tequilala," he says, cracking himself up.