A/N: *Drops this off, then runs and hides*
SM owns all things Twilight. Everything else is mine.
Chapter 38
We make it to my house in no time at all, since I have apparently passed out in her car. How did she know where I lived?
"I used to help your uncle with his groceries on the rare occasions I drove by when he was unloading them." She said. Did I say that out loud or does she read minds? She starts to giggle, gets out and comes around to help me out. "No, I can't read minds, you dork. So, yes, you said that out loud."
"Oh. That's cool." Yep. Too drunk to really come up with anything better to say. We get up the front steps and she asks for the keys. I stuff my hand into my jeans pocket and hand them over. I wonder if she's ever been inside. Oh, wait, she has with groceries. Fuck. No more drinking. I need to sleep. She giggles again and I realize my mouth can't seem to shut the fuck up. Once inside, I tell her where to go.
"I like what you've done with the place. Similar, but more of you in it."
"I still have stuff to bring over, but I have time." I say, probably a little slurred. Now in my room she helps me sit on the bed. She helps take my jacket off and places it over the foot of the bed.
"I'll be back with Tylenol and water." She tells me softly and leaves to go find the stuff. I attempt to take off my shoes but it's not working. Bella comes back sooner than expected and snorts at my pathetic drunk ass. She quickly places two pills and water down, and then comes to my rescue. "Dear God, Edward. Just let me help you before you fall and hurt yourself." She gets my shoes and socks off, finally, and starts to stand but I stop her by touching her shoulder. We look at each other – her with confusion and me hopefully with sincerity – before I find my voice.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Bella just blinks a couple of times and smiles lightly. "You don't, do you?" I whisper and just stare her in the eyes. I frame her face with my hands and lean forward, bringing her with me. I stop a few inches away and whisper, "I want to kiss you. Can I?"
Her breathing had picked up as soon as I leaned in, but I very much want to just take hers away and give her mine. She swallows and looks down. She doesn't look back up as she gently takes hold of my wrists and pulls away. When she finally does look at me, I see sadness and maybe regret, but I also see her mind is made up.
"You're drunk and I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. If you want to kiss me, I need you to be as clear-headed as me. I'll see you tomorrow for dinner."
And with that, she leaves.
A/N: Don't hate me, please?! It could have gone either way. There's still their dinner! ;)