Author's Chapter Notes:
So, I need y'all to pay attention to this one. Some have expressed their worry over how Edward is going to react when he finds out the truth and some have told me that the fact that he already knows and is refusing to face it is stupid and that my characterisation of him will be shit if he does react badly.
To that, all I can say is that you are all entitled to your own opinions, but no one is making you read this fic. If you don't like my Bella then don't read. She was a whiny little bitch in the books so I really don't see how this is too OOC :P Yes she cries a lot, but you can't expect everyone to go through what they have and come out stronger. I have said before that she has suffered a lot, as you know. She is strong, she just hasn't realised it yet. If you can't wait for that, then you know what to do.
As for Edward, I hope this chapter clears things up for a lot of you. No one ever said that he already knew. If that's how you picked it up fine, but I have never said those words, so you can't complain to me about how he is acting. Until now you haven't really known how he feels. However, I have always done my best to reply to reviews and concerns, so most of you will know that I had something up my sleeve :P
Okay, that so didn't sound bitchy! Aha, I apologize to the majority of you who have encouraged and supported me despite disagreeing with my choices :P I love you all and I thank you for your continued reviews and support :)
Anyways, again I love you and I really hope this helps with how you're feeling and I hope you enoy it :P
xx
Chapter 36: Catch My Breath
We were still in high school
When I first met you
Even then you were the prettiest girl
That I ever knew
And we carved our name on
Everything, that we could find
The way that all kids do
And although time has passed
I still get surprised
At the pulling in my chest
When I know you're coming by
If this feeling's proving anything
It's not everything
Is gonna change with time
You're still mine
Did you know when you're around
My heart won't, it can't slow down?
It beats so hard, it makes it hard
To catch my breath, to catch my breath.
Don't ever ask me if I'm sorry
Or that I'm here with you
Baby you can bet
I don't regret, the girls I never knew
Every day's another first
Another chance for me
To fall in love with you
And I do:
Did you know when you're around
My heart won't, it can't slow down?
It beats so hard, it makes it hard
To catch my breath, to catch my breath.
Oh… when you're with me
I stop seeing
Any way to fail, how do I explain?
I try to tell you what I'm feeling
But how do I when all words fail…
Did you know when you're around
My heart won't, it can't slow down?
It beats so hard, it makes it hard
To catch my breath, to catch my breath
Did you know when you're around
My heart won't, it can't slow down?
It beats so hard, it makes it hard
To catch my breath…
Catch My Breath – Westlife
EPOV
Three days had passed since our respective heart-to-hearts with our fathers, and things were looking up. I almost didn't believe it myself. How many times had I said that in the course of our relationship?
Charlie seemed even more at ease around us when we were in his home, and, with that, Bella was happier and more relaxed. She'd keep a hold on my hand instead of letting go, she'd let me hold her on the sofa as we watched TV with Charlie, and she even flirted with me over the dinner table.
I had only seen Carlisle fleetingly since his visit to the Swans, and while it wasn't completely cold, it wasn't all hugs and smiles either.
Bella had tugged me along to the store with her while she picked up some supplies for dinner on Wednesday night. My talk with Carlisle had only been two nights prior, but when we saw him wandering the fruit aisle, she had tugged me once again in his direction.
"Dr. C?"
My dad swivelled on the spot, and I watched as his eyes widened in surprise before a small smile broke across his face.
"Bella!" His eyes flicked away from her and settled on me. "Son." He nodded in my direction, his tone more sombre, and I nodded back.
Sensing the awkward tension settling over us, he spoke again. "How are you feeling, Bella?"
I smiled secretly, having witnessed the doctor in my father emerge in any situation on many occasions throughout my life. It was what he knew best, it was how he lived his life most of the time. To switch it off couldn't have been easy.
"I'm good actually. I'm pretty much back to normal." She smiled, and I squeezed her hand. She looked up at me sweetly, and I was pretty sure that right then she could have asked me to do anything and I would have done it without a second's hesitation.
"Edward?"
I knew what he was asking, but I didn't know how to answer.
When are you coming home?
While I was in my element living with Bella and being so close to her all night and all day, I knew it wasn't going to last. I had to go home, but discounting my inability to be away from my girl, I honestly didn't know when I would be ready for it.
"I'm – we're good."
Bella snuggled herself into my side with a squeeze of my fingers. She seemed to like that particular jumper because she was always snuggling up into it when I had it on. Or maybe she just loved snuggling up into me. I smiled, and in turn, so did Carlisle.
He nodded, his eyes flicking between Bella and I almost in reminiscence. "If you ever want to talk, you know where I am. Both of you."
The fact that Carlisle always knew when not to linger, and when things were awkward was one of the things I loved about him. He bid his farewells to us both, picked up a bag of apples and walked away.
That was two days ago. I had sent a text to his phone letting him know that I was heading camping with Emmett, Alice and all our respective partners, just so he knew my whereabouts, but that was the extent of it. I thought I at least owed him that; I didn't want him worrying about me if he couldn't get a hold of me; even if he could just ask Charlie.
I hadn't so much as talked Bella into going, but we had discussed it in a very adult way. It could have been comical, the way we weighed the pros and cons of such a trip, but we came to the conclusion that if it was truly awful for either of us, we could always just come back home.
Before Jasper had mentioned it to Bella, I had planned on making this weekend our first date, seeing as we had never actually been on one, but I had reluctantly pushed it back.
I recognized how important it was for Bella to reconnect with her two friends, and to see if she could build some sort of bridge with Alice. I didn't know what had happened between them, and Bella seemed reluctant to share, so I had let it go.
It had the potential to be a complete disaster, but we were at least trying. I had consequently pushed back our date to the following weekend, finding that the extra time to plan for it was proving helpful. She had no idea I was planning anything, and I decided to keep it that way.
We had spent little time just the two of us, and I realized that our relationship had progressed extremely quickly without going anywhere near the usual paths. No first date, no outings with friends, and no sex. We were writing our own rules as we went. Whether it was working or not I didn't think either of us could tell, simply because it had been such a clusterfuck already.
I sat in the chair in the corner of Bella's room, watching quietly as she packed up her things. Emmett had decided it would be easier if we went straight from school and camped Friday and Saturday night. According to him it would take us about an hour to drive to the permitted site, and we were each taking our own cars with our own girlfriends.
This was one of the points that had swayed Bella. She was riding with only me, sharing with only me, and I had assured her I would bring her home if she just said the word. We were in this experience together.
"Are you sure you have everything?" Her soft voice sounded slightly panicked, and I chuckled before I could stop myself. She wheeled around, hands on her hips and a stern look on her face.
I had to hold my hands up in surrender, worried she might attack me. "Emmett brought it all by last night, love. A three man tent so we have a bit of extra space, two extra warm sleeping bags – even though we'll only be using one – an air mattress because I don't want you to be uncomfortable…what with…you know..." I waved in her general direction, not sure if I should bring up her surgery or not.
"Two torches in case we lose one, two blow up pillows and an extra blanket…all you need to worry about is packing some warm clothes, I don't want you catching a cold."
The soft smile on her face confused me, she had been angry not five minutes prior. I could see her eyes glistening and prayed to all that was holy that they were happy tears or fucking hay fever or something. I could not handle her crying at all, and she seemed to be doing it all the damn time. Not that I could blame her.
"Bells?"
She moved quickly as she launched herself across the room and onto my lap. All the wind left my body in an audible whoosh as I held her to me.
"I love you so much," she mumbled into my chest.
"Ok-ay…what brought this on?" I stroked my hands up and down her back, thankful that she seemed relatively calm in my arms.
"You just…you're always thinking about me and looking after me. Even when everything else is fucked around you, you're still worrying about me. And I love you, I can say it whenever I want." She looked up at me and giggled lightly. She had a point there.
"I'll always be looking after you, beautiful…I don't know what I'd do if something ever happened to you…especially if I could have prevented it…"
She squeezed me as tightly as her little arms could and I found comfort in the gesture.
She pulled her head back and attacked my mouth with hers in a movement so unexpected that I froze momentarily. When she twisted my hair in her hands almost painfully, I groaned and opened my mouth to her.
Kissing Bella was never monotonous or vanilla or boring or any other adjective like that. Every single time her lips touched mine, either in a soft peck or a demanding passionate kiss like this one, it felt completely new and different to me.
It was in the way she invaded my senses. It was never just a kiss, or just a hug. Her scent would surround me, her warmth bringing me a comfort I never imagined in my wildest dreams. I could hold her for hours, never becoming uncomfortable or bored, just listening to her soft breathing or voice as she told me something seemingly unimportant about her. Nothing was unimportant about my Bella, I wanted to know every little detail and drown in them.
She moaned lowly, bringing my attention back to the task in hand. It wasn't beyond my notice that she was still sitting on my lap and I was becoming very uncomfortable very quickly below where she was perched. But she had put a ban on any sexual activity, not ready after everything that had happened to her. Just because we couldn't didn't mean my dick knew not to respond. Fuck, when it came to Bella, I didn't think my dick knew how not to respond.
I groaned again when her warm hands swept down over my shoulders and started exploring my back as far as she could reach. Her hands on my body, even over my t-shirt were not helping matters south of the border, but I didn't have the will enough to stop her, it felt too good.
When she pulled away, I thought she was stopping for us, but instead, her hands trailed down the front of my chest and stopped at the hem of my t-shirt.
"I want this off."
Fuck if her demanding things wasn't hot as hell.
"Bella…I don't think –"
"Please, Edward? I just want to feel you, just for a little while…I always feel like –" She stopped abruptly and focused her eyes on a spot over my shoulder.
"Always feel like what, baby?"
Her lips picked up at the corner at my choice of nickname.
"Like I can't get close enough, like, no matter how close we are I always want more. It's driving me crazy…" She sighed gently and I felt my heart clench in my chest. How was it possible that we always felt the same way?
I cradled her face gently in my hands and made her look at me before I spoke. "You know it's the same for me, right? I just don't want to get carried away. It's hard enough for me to stop as it is…"
She nodded in response, looking up at me from under her lashes. I groaned again before quickly pulling off my top and discarding it on the floor beside us. Her eyes immediately fixed themselves on my uncovered skin, seconds before her fingers started tracing the same paths.
There was no way she couldn't feel my muscles clenching under her touch, and I noticed her smile every time I jerked at the contact. The fact that she was smiling was enough for me to relax and watch her quietly. It seemed like such a trivial thing to say, but it was rare to see Bella completely carefree and content. Even if she was happy, there was still the underlying concern and guilt for the things we were dealing with.
There were still those times when I would catch her watching me. Intently studying me as if committing me to memory, but it was different from the way I did it to her. I did it because I wanted to catalogue all the little changes, fascinated by the way she was still growing up before me.
When Bella did it, it felt eerily different; as if she might never get the chance again. Like she felt as if I was about to disappear and she needed to have as much of me in her memory before that happened.
It was hard to face, knowing that no matter what I said, she still felt guilty. I saw both her disappointment and relief when I asked her to hold back, telling her I wasn't ready for that conversation. I didn't want to lose her.
I guess it made sense. She had told me we had met before - for how long in New York I still wasn't sure. But as the weeks had passed, and Bella's uncertainty and guilt had grown, it became increasingly obvious she was hiding something more important than that.
She knew who the girl in my memories was. It was the only outcome I could come to. Maybe I had met them both, maybe I had introduced them, but I was becoming more sold on the idea that Bella knew the girl I had fallen in love with.
Which, to me, explained her behaviour. She was distant when we met, panicky and resistant to letting me get too close. She hadn't wanted much to do with me at first, as if she were shocked to even see me again.
It hurt to think that she wanted so little to do with me when I was drawn to her the second my eyes settled on her. But she had fallen in love with me, she was in love with me, and it was one of the best feelings in the world.
But I had loved her, too. I could sense it; feel the power of it when I had a flashback. It wasn't some summer fling; I had been in love with her, too. Bella knew that, I'd told her, but I was sure she knew anyway, like she'd witnessed it first-hand.
Her guilt, it seemed to me, stemmed from the fact that she had fallen in love with me. Maybe she wasn't supposed to, she tried not to, but it had happened anyway. She felt guilty because she knew who the other girl was, but had taken her place.
It terrified me to no end, knowing there was someone else out there whom I owed a very lengthy explanation, but I was in love with Bella, I couldn't see myself changing on that, ever. Yes, that made me a complete jerk, being in love with two different girls, but it wasn't that way at all. I had been in love with my mystery girl. Now, I was solely in love with Bella.
And yes, that made me a douche, too. How could I so easily brush away another person's feelings like that? But I wasn't. I didn't know her, her name, her face, or her secrets. Until I came face-to-face with her again, there was nothing I could do about it. I'd have to face up to my choices and decisions eventually, and I knew it was inevitable that I hurt someone, but right now, the only one I wanted was Bella.
I couldn't dwell on the feelings of someone I didn't know and had a chance of never remembering. I wanted to live in the moment, and that was by loving Bella, and being loved by Bella. If that made me a bad guy, then so be it. I wasn't selfless or heroic, not in the slightest. I had been to my own personal hell and back and fuck it; I was going to start living my life for me.
Bella had seemed to understand why I wasn't ready, but I hoped she knew it was because I didn't want to lose her. She had said before that she was scared of losing me, like once I knew the truth I would somehow turn on her. It baffled me how she could think that. She knew how much I loved her, something like that couldn't change overnight.
I had already come to terms with the fact that she was lying to me. When we had first met I had expressed my fear of having someone else keeping things from me, but she was doing it for me. True, everyone else had been doing it for me too, but I knew that Bella loved me, and the fact that she was suffering because of her lies, too, made it much more palpable. She was hurting herself to keep me safe, or sane.
There was no doubt in my mind that Carlisle had told her what the doctors had said, and it warmed my heart that she was willing to do that for me. It was becoming more obvious as the weeks went by that it was bringing her down and causing her pain, but she continued with it anyway.
Her tiny hand was suddenly cupping my cheek and her fingers tracing that all too familiar pattern around my eye. I smiled at her, shaking my head to rid myself of my thoughts.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" she asked quietly. The concern was back in her eyes and I cursed myself for ruining the moment.
"You," I replied simply. She seemed to find it puzzling that I would be thinking about her, so I decided to clarify. "I love seeing you smile." It wasn't exactly a lie, I had been thinking that. I just left the rest of the fucked up shit out.
She blushed under my gaze and lowered her eyes to where her hands were resting gently on my chest.
"We're trying to be normal. I'm trying to be normal."
Somehow she had managed to take my comment as an insult. I hooked my finger under her chin and turned her head up so she'd look at me.
"You're far from normal, Bella. You are so much more than that, and you are so much more than I ever believed I'd have. You're perfect for me, no matter how you feel or what you do. You have a beautiful smile; obviously, I didn't mean it as anything other than what it sounded like."
She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth while she searched my eyes. She wouldn't find anything but love and sincerity in there, I was sure of it.
"You make me happy," she answered softly. I smiled despite myself. Don't judge, it feels good to hear something like that.
"As you do me. But I think you know that." I winked good naturedly and watched as her whole face transformed from vulnerable to optimistic.
She bent forward slowly, her fingers spreading out on my chest, the fire in her touch spreading out. "I love you, Edward Cullen." She was so close that her words whispered across my lips before I claimed her mouth once again. If we were being "normal" then we were going to be doing a lot more of this.
I bit her lip gently, holding it there as her breathing stuttered around us. She whimpered at the contact, her hands moving up to my shoulders to give her something to grip onto.
The feeling of her short nails digging into my skin was so foreign and I was seriously enjoying her movements too much. This couldn't go any further, but fuck if I wanted it to. I wanted her so badly that I don't think she even realized how much I suffered when we were even remotely close.
It wasn't her fault. Long before we had even discussed sex, I had felt like that. I remembered the days I would watch her in the lunch hall at school with Jasper and the jealousy I felt. The night she came round to my house for the first time and I had spilled water down her. I groaned as I remembered the sight of her nipples standing at attention.
Without really thinking about what I was doing, one of my hands gently travelled south, down over her shoulder and rested just above her right breast. I could feel her heart pounding under my touch, and felt a swell of pride that it only did that for me.
"Your heart is flying…" She only nodded in response, looking too spaced out to form a coherent sentence. I did that.
With her eyes closed tightly as she tried to get a handle on her breathing, I realized she had tensed somewhat. I couldn't push her.
"I won't touch you until you tell me I can, Bella. I won't ever push you, you know that, right?"
Her eyes snapped open and I noticed there was sadness and gratitude etched in them. She nodded her head softly before tucking herself into my embrace, her head buried in the crook of my neck.
"We'll be late for school if we stay like this, but I don't really care if you don't…" I spoke up after a few minutes, trying to ease her tension. I sighed gently when she giggled softly, but she made no move to get up from my lap.
"I need to finish packing…" She still didn't move.
"And I need to get the food from the fridge…" I countered.
"We should probably double check everything when we put it in our car…"
I wondered why I had suddenly stopped breathing until I went over her last statement. It had always been my car. My car had always been my baby, before the accident and after. I was one of those jerks who loved his car and wouldn't let anyone touch it. It always took precedent over Tanya or the guys, and I knew I spent a ridiculous amount of money keeping it as perfect as I could.
But in comparison to Bella? None of it mattered. It was just a car, a nice car sure, but nothing as important as my girl. I had stopped spending so much time worrying about dirty footprints, and I'd started going longer than a few days without washing it.
She had said "our car." Probably because we were riding together, she probably hadn't thought anything of it, but to me it held some sort of promise. No, it wasn't a house, or a bank account, but it was something. I was such a fucking sap.
"Come on, let's not ruin that perfect record of yours…" I pushed her up gently, exaggerating my effort my puffing in exhaustion. She laughed and punched me lightly before turning her attention back to the bag on the bed.
I left the room quietly, picking my own from the floor and taking it down the stairs with me. It was only minutes later that I heard Bella making her own way down. I continued packing our cold food into the cool box and smiled to myself when her arms wound their way around my waist. She rested her chin in the middle of my back, making me arch it from the contact. She giggled lightly and rested her cheek where her chin had been with a squeeze of her hands.
It hadn't escaped my notice that she had been a lot more hands on this morning than she usually was, but I was a guy, I wasn't going to question it. No, I was going to roll with it and take as much as I could get.
I closed the lid over, making sure nothing was capable of falling over or spilling on the journey. Bella seemed reluctant to let me go so I turned gently in her arms and held her to me, my chin resting lightly on the top of her head.
"Are you okay, love?"
My hands continued to sweep over her hair and down her back as she nodded into my chest.
"Can you – can we make sure we stay together this weekend? I don't think I could handle it without you there with me."
I pulled back and pushed her chin up so she'd meet my eyes.
"Hey. We've gone over this. You'll be lucky if I let you go for even a minute. I don't want you further than two feet from my side, you hear?"
She cracked a smile and nodded again. Rising onto her tiptoes, she pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling away completely.
"Come on, you. We need to get to school. We can't have the future doctor missing math…" She tugged on my hand as she headed for the door, but I didn't move.
Usually she realized her mistakes before I did, but this time she was completely oblivious. We had definitely never had the "what do you want to do when you leave school" talk. Not this time around anyway.
"A doctor, huh?" I asked teasingly, hiding the alarming rate my heart was beating at. She turned back to me slowly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I pulled her back to me, raising my hand and releasing her lip with my thumb.
"It's okay. I shouldn't be that surprised. I always wanted to be one. I guess we can blame Carlisle for that."
"You could be anything you wanted, E. You're so smart, and talented. You've got the whole world at your feet." She smiled brightly, seemingly thankful that I had taken her latest slip so well. I thought I had taken most of them well, but I guess she always worried what the truth would do to me.
"Says the resident genius…"
She blushed and I smirked. How could she not take a compliment like that?
She seemed to deliberate for a moment before pulling me out of the room. I grabbed the cool box and then slung our bags over my shoulder, not letting her carry anything. I didn't care if she was well past her recovery time, I wasn't chancing anything.
"I want to tell you something, but we can do it in the car. I don't want to be late."
My heart sank, guessing that whatever it was she had to tell me I wouldn't particularly like.
I threw our bags into the trunk beside all the camping gear Emmett had dropped off, sat the cool box behind Bella's seat, and made sure my guitar was safely wedged on the back seat so it wouldn't topple over.
Sliding into the driver's seat, I had to wipe my clammy hands on my jeans before I turned the key in the ignition and put the car in gear. I went back over our conversation to see if I could figure out what had triggered her want to talk. Instead, something else caught my attention.
"Wait…did you call me E?" I chuckled despite the turmoil happening in my head, and turned to face my girlfriend.
"No…um, yeah, maybe?"
I laughed again when she blushed and smiled sheepishly. It seemed she hadn't really realized either.
"I liked it. At least it's not Eddie…" I shuddered in exaggeration and chuckled along with Bella's light bell-like laughter.
Deciding to bite the bullet, I weaved my fingers through hers and took a deep breath. "So, what do you want to tell me?"
"I – in September, when I went back to school, I was only set on one thing. I wanted to keep my head down and just get school over with. I buried myself in my school work, I didn't go out, I didn't see anyone but Jasper, and concentrated on passing everything.
"When I was in New York, we – uh, you know…the guy I was with?" I tightened my grip on her hand and nodded, not wanting to interrupt. "We made plans to go to college together. All I had to do was come home and finish school. We knew he had one less year than me left, but he promised he would come and get me, that he'd wait and we'd go to college together.
"We both loved New York, so we decided that the colleges on the East Coast were our preference. He was really intelligent. I knew he'd be able to get in anywhere. He could have gone to Tisch for his art, or Harvard, or even Julliard for his music. He was so capable of all of it.
"He had so much faith in me. He thought it would be easy for me to get into a law programme out there, or even a high-standing English one. We even took a tour of a couple of the campus' to see which one we preferred.
"So when I came home, I had my heart set on being the best I could. I wanted to pass it all, I just wanted to make sure I could get out of here when school ended, and we'd be able to be together again.
"I even managed to talk my tutors into moving me up in my classes. You've probably noticed that I'm not doing many junior subjects. I wanted to be ahead in them all. I don't think I'll be able to graduate this year, but I tried." She shrugged, as if it was no big deal, but I could see the defeat in her posture.
She had wanted to leave at the end of this year? Granted she had wanted that before I was in the picture, but it hurt to think that she could have managed it, and I'd have been the one left behind.
I was supposed to be a year ahead of her, like her ex I would have waited for her. But fate had sick plans, and I was behind a year. I was in her year, though. We could graduate together. I squashed down the feeling of betrayal and tried to seem understanding and supportive.
"Have you asked them? Do you know you can't graduate?" My voice wasn't as strong as I wanted it to be, and from the corner of my eye I noticed her turn in her seat to look at me. I kept my eyes on the road, thankful that I had to keep my concentration elsewhere.
"Well, no…but I just assumed…my grades have slipped a bit since -" She trailed off, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what she was going to say.
"Since I got here?"
"Edward, I didn't mean it like that…"
"No, I know. But it's still true. I want you to promise me something."
Fuck, why the hell was I doing this to myself?
"What?" She sounded guarded as she answered.
"I want you to talk to the principal. You worked hard for this, Bella. Don't just assume. At least find out if you have the option." When she didn't answer I squeezed her hand and changed down a gear as I prepared to turn into the school parking lot. "Promise me." I felt her flinch at my tone, and swept my thumb over her hand. I wasn't mad at her. I was mad at myself.
Why was I pushing this? I didn't want her to fucking graduate and move to New York to find this asshole. I didn't want her to hold onto the memories they had, and wish that she could see him again. I wanted her with me; she was the only thing that made my pathetic excuse for a life bearable. There was no way I'd be able to watch her graduate and leave for college while I moved into my senior year…again.
"I promise. But I'm not leaving you behind. Ever."
I smiled at the fierceness in her voice. My girl knew how to fight for what she wanted; she just hadn't figured it out herself yet. She was so much stronger than she ever gave herself credit for and I couldn't wait for the day when she figured out just how capable she really was.
My conversation with the Principal floated into my mind as I parked the car in my usual space. I had been to see him myself, with questions of my own.
I wondered briefly if I should tell Bella, but then decided against it. If nothing came of it, I didn't want to have gotten her hopes up for nothing. No, she needed to concentrate on herself. I wouldn't have her worrying over me when she should be fighting for what she had wanted so much. I wasn't going to stand by and watch her give up on what she had obviously set her heart on. Even if it was for another fucking guy.
I wasn't getting insecure about this; I wasn't going to let myself. She was with me now, and when she said she would wait for me, I believed her. We were going to get through this fucked up mess and come out of it the other side as two completely different people, but the exact same couple.
I'd make sure she talked to the Principal, and all her teachers to see if what she wanted was still possible. Then I'd talk to the Principal myself.
If I had my way, then neither of us would be getting left behind. Maybe we could start the rest of our lives a year earlier than I had predicted. Maybe we could get out of this backward town and take on the world sooner than I expected.
The plan forming in my head had me smiling, and when Bella caught it she sent a puzzled look in my direction. I only helped her out of the car and kissed her passionately in response. I felt her melt into me, her usual rules against public displays forgotten. I was good at making her forget, and I fucking loved it.
I pushed her against the cool metal of my car and devoured her mouth. She was right, it was never fucking enough, never close enough. I pulled back and smirked when I saw her flushed and struggling for breath. Yeah, I had a right to be a cocky bastard. I had the most beautiful girl in the school on my arm, and things were finally beginning to look up.
I took her hand in mine and pulled her with me into the school building when the bell rang around us. She snuggled herself under my arm, placing it over her shoulders herself.
"Everyone's staring, Edward." Her voice was muffled as she tried to hide in my jumper. I only chuckled more.
"Let them, I don't care. I'm in too good a mood to let them ruin it. Plus, I don't mind Mike Newton knowing you belong to me."
I cringed at my word choice, thinking she was going to berate me for it. She knew I didn't see her as an object or a possession, but fuck if I loved hearing it. She was mine.
"I'll always belong to you, Edward."
I didn't think anything had ever sounded fucking sweeter. She giggled when I started whistling on our way down the corridor. She giggled again when I kissed her loudly when she dropped me off at my calculus class. She even giggled when I shouted "bye, honey" after her when she walked away.
This was going to be a fucking excellent weekend. I was pretty sure nothing could bring me down.
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