36
Bella
I clamor down the stairs, tripping over myself but managing to make it in one piece.
Dad's sitting on the couch with a remote in his hand.
"Should I get my gun?"
I giggle and shake my head, throwing the door open and run to where Edward's still standing like an idiot.
He must hear the leaves crunching beneath my bare feet because he drops the speaker and catches me all at the same time.
"Knew Twenty One Pilots wouldn't fail me." He smiles against my mouth.
"Shut up and kiss me."
And he does.
He kisses me until my head spins, and I can't think straight.
"I'm serious," he says when we pull away for air.
Because air is important. You kinda need it to live.
"Shut up," I tell him again.
"Tell me it didn't work. That you aren't mine now."
"I was yours a long time ago, Edward. You were just too stupid to see it."