I'm raising the roof right now because I got another update done within 24 hours. On another note, thank you all for being the freaking best. I 3 you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight but the rest of this is mine.
Those forty-five minutes I got to spend alone with Edward were more fun that I could've ever expected.
His dark, territorial eyes seemed to eat up every word that came out of my mouth, absorbing the goofy looking facial expressions I'm sure I made when I found myself talking about my dad and brothers. They were really the only interesting aspect of my life. The stuff that we'd done together and the dynamic we had as a family was what gave me life. What made me, me. There was no point in trying to tell him about myself without ranting about them for half the time but he inhaled everything with a smile and more questions.
It was probably a little rude of me to feel disappointed when James got there, ending my bonding time with the green-eyed man sitting next to me. The same green-eyed man who had his arm around the back of my stool while he huddled and curved his back around me when we talked.
James light colored eyes grazed over us quickly before a knowing smile spread over his face. I'm not sure what there was to know, because frankly, I didn't even know what was going on but I wasn't going to overanalyze anything. I wanted to enjoy the moment.
So, when forty-five minutes with Edward turned into three hours with James, the Nutcracker, Emmett, Alice, and Jasper, I put on a smile and enjoyed myself. When I saw that it was after midnight, I slipped off the seat and went for my jacket wordlessly. I didn't want to assume that he'd walk me outside or, better yet, to my apartment. Was that really what I wanted? I didn't know.
Maybe.
"Ready to go?" he asked under his breath, already getting off his own stool.
I nodded at him and slowly slipped into my jacket. When I felt his hand at the nape of my neck, pulling my ponytail out from the hood, I felt goosebumps break out over my skin. After saying goodbye to the four other people—and getting a kiss to the cheek from Emmett which earned him a frown from his brother—we slipped out of the pub and walked toward the corner where his hand and my thighs had gotten well acquainted at last week.
We'd barely made it halfway down the block when I felt his path change and before I knew it, his palm was wrapped around the back of my neck and his other arm was pulled tight across my back, both pulling me and pushing me at the same time. He pulled me to him, all clean and freshly scented male, while directing me back against the brick behind us. In a second, his mouth was against mine and he was kissing me like we'd never get a chance to do so again.
His lips pulled at my own, sucking each one before delving his tongue in my mouth. He was too good at this. Too good at this kissing thing because I couldn't think of anything besides his hot mouth and breath on mine. Edward's fingers massaged the muscles in my neck, probably absentmindedly while he held me, which only made me arch into him even more.
At some point, he pulled away from me the slightest inch, so close I could still feel his panting breath on my lips. "Bella," he purred. "God, you're so sweet."
Was he talking about my personality or… maybe he could taste the remnants of soda on my lips?
He attacked my mouth one more time, those pouty lips pressing to my own slowly, imprinting their texture on me forever. The heavy hand that was by my head slid down the curve of my spine slowly, the open palm absorbing every muscle and bone languidly until he stopped moving it right at the swell of my ass.
"Can you come to the studio tomorrow?" he asked me in his husky, chocolate-like voice.
"You want to dance?" I sighed out, brushing my lips against the column of his throat.
Edward nodded. "Just for a little bit, I want to show you what I have choreographed."
He could've told me it was all day, and I still would've said yes.