A/N

Another day, another chapter ... or three :)

Enjoy!

On Tuesday, Edward's hand brushes mine in biology, lingering skin against skin.

His arm rests against mine. Heat on heat, leather to cotton. Neither of us move, both of us trapped by the subtle touch of the other.

On Wednesday, I make him laugh. A real laugh. Teeth on display, a wide smile that I feel everywhere.

He reaches over to pick a bit of fluff from my hair. I hold my breath the whole time.

On Thursday, I wear a wool skirt, off-the-shoulder sweater, black pantyhose and my tan ankle boots. Edward tells me I'm beautiful. Quiet words whispered in my ear as he passes in the hallway. I swallow hard, blushing.

In biology, he tells me he loves me in lace.

My heart skips a beat.

On Friday, he's withdrawn again.

Eyes that won't meet mine, a scowl so deep I worry that the crease between his brows won't fade.

No touches, no quiet words; just distance. It hurts.

I try to engage him in conversation, he brushes me off. His body tensing when I accidentally touch him.

It makes no sense.

Until it does.

The Snow Ball is tonight.