Bella checked her phone while getting dressed after her shower.
"I have to leave soon." She said. I nodded, pissed off yet resigned. She had told me before we even met up on Friday that she'd have to leave by noon on Sunday.
"Fucking has definitely made you more beautiful. Your muscles are already better defined, your hair shinier, and you've sweated out many toxins." I watched the sway of her hips as she brushed her hair in the mirror.
"If having sex makes a person more beautiful than you must have had countless partners." She joked, not knowing how right she was. "Do you think anyone else will notice?" Bella was worried. Our mirror images made eye contact with each other.
"It's subtle. People will be more attracted to you, but probably won't understand why." I wrapped my arms around her.
"And you're worried that they'll approach me because of it." Bella stated, getting right to the heart of the issue. She patted my hand. "Don't worry. When I got here my junior year I was the main attraction. Anyone who flirted with me then and would possibly do so now have already been rejected by me."
"And you ex-boyfriend?" My jaw clenched tightly.
"I told you about him?" Her emotions were a mixture of guilt, confusion, sadness, and determination.
"Yes, last night, right before you fell asleep."
"I made it clear to him that our relationship was over, but I couldn't properly articulate why considering I didn't really know where things were going between us." She started packing up her clothes. "He's tried to talk to me a few times since then, but I'm resolutely set on not taking him back, especially after all that happened this weekend." Bella shrugged, before smiling. "Besides, do you think any of those high school boys could ever measure up to you?" I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her.
"What have I told you about inflating my ego?" I grabbed her ass, bringing us even closer.
"What? I'm just telling you the truth." She fluttered her eyelashes at me innocently.
"You get turned on when I'm angry. I get turned on when you stroke my ego."
"You also get turned on when I stroke other parts of you."
"Naturally." We both laughed. Bella leaned up for a kiss and I met her halfway.
"I have to go."
"I know."
"So you have to let go of me so I can head home." She brushed her hand down one of my arms that was still holding her tightly to me.
"Fine, call me when you get home." I grabbed her bag and leftovers from the bakery I went to on Friday. She gave me a questioning look. "You need to get your energy reserve back up." Bella laughed as we started down the hallway. I could sense sadness growing in both of us. The closer we got to her truck the slower our pace became. It was like dragging a blade down skin painfully slow. When we got there Bella unlocked both doors and I set her bags on the passenger's side. She was waiting for me on the opposite side. What form of farewell would be best? I went with my instincts and lifted her up, causing her legs to wrap around me. I pulled at her hair kissing and nipping at her neck. Her legs clenched around me, making us closer. After a moment I put her back down, but only after she was breathless.
"You're an asshole." Bella said while holding onto the handle of the truck for support.
"Feel free to touch yourself on your drive back." I gave her another kiss before turning to leave. "I'll be doing the same once I get back to the hotel room." Her lust and happiness made me smile as she drove off and I walked away.
Once she was outside of my gift's range it felt like I could focus again. My mind was sharper, quicker at forming plans. That woman fucks with my head, but she also fucks with me so it's a balanced trade off.
I checked my watch and quickly formulated my plans for today. First I need to write a letter, second track down and kill that piece of shit that was looking down Bella's shirt at the restaurant, and then finally scout Forks.