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~ Chapter 21 ~
"Trust me, you wouldn't understand," He almost scoffed and I was frightened he was becoming the cruel monster again. I needed to keep him considerate and caring.
"I'm sorry. I will try to understand," I murmured, wiping the remaining tears away with the back of my hand.
He disappeared for a second and was back before I could take another breath. He handed me a soft tissue and smiled a little. He looked gorgeous when he smiled, even if it was only a little.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I dabbed at my eyes and then my nose. I tucked the crumpled tissue into my palm for comfort as it was one of those extra soft ones with balm to stop my nose from getting chapped and crusty.
Once I was finished mopping and dabbing, I drank in a deep breath before sliding my eyes back over to his, scared I might find hatred and disgust, but instead finding soft, sad eyes that swirled with…something I couldn't figure out.
"Will you tell me?" I asked softly. "I need to know, I can't be left in the dark about all this,"
"I will," He countered with a small frown, "But you need to sleep first," He bargained. I sighed softly and nodded, relishing the idea of a nap. He smiled again, a little wider and my heart began thumping harder.
I just had to have a beautiful captor didn't I? How was I supposed to keep up this hatred when I was so attracted to his lethal beauty? Beats me.
"You can sleep here," He offered in a gentle, hushed voice.
"Won't I be intruding on your…things?" I asked quietly, not sure if he heard me, but he did.
"No," He frowned. "You need a proper bed and…I haven't been very hospitable," He mumbled, looking down, ashamed. He should be, the sick son of a biscuit that he was. Or bitch. Whatever.
"Hmm," I murmured sleepily, leaning my head onto my arms, quite content just to nod off, but Edward was having none of it. He picked me up gently and placed me on my stomach with my head on the softest pillows I had ever felt.
He tucked my legs, carefully, under the duvet, keeping the velvet blanket over my thighs and ass to protect them. I couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed about him seeing my most intimate parts anymore, I was too tired.
"Sleep…Bella," He remembered with a small smile on his lips, regret in his sorrow filled voice. "Again, I am so, so sorry," He stroked my shoulders comfortingly.
I shivered from pleasure rather than fear and it felt so good. My eyelids drooped as the golden features of the room disappeared from view as my eyes closed, blocking out everything. Edward's hands continued their circuits around my shoulder blades.
"You promise to tell me everything when I wake?" I mumbled, exhausted. His hand stopped for a second, but soon returned to its soothing circles.
"Yes," He confirmed. "I promise," He said close to my ear as my mind shut down and his voice became a mere echo.