(w)riteofpassion
Chapter 33
BPOV
I couldn't help but feel like something was coming, something was up. We had so much fun at the bowling alley, laughing at the drunk guys next to us as they tried to get my attention. I rolled my eyes more than once, and continued what I liked to call The Bella and Edward PDA Show.
We got ourselves hyped up, trying to kick each other's ass, but it turned out we weren't exactly the best bowlers in the world. Even in LA. We were better than the drunks, though. I only hit the gutter twice.
Edward ordered us some food after our game was done. I would be paying for the meal though, since I lost.
"I can't believe I've never been here before." I said, resting my elbow on the table, playing with the straw in my virgin mojito. We had one margarita and I switched to non-alcoholic with Edward. I didn't want to feel tipsy on drinks tonight, only on him. On love. On Edward's love.
"Yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it?" He looked around, a little before resting his gaze on mine again.
"You seriously have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen." I mused. They were just so green, so vivid. Haunting almost, in the best way.
Edward's cheeks darkened as he fiddled with his napkin on the table.
"Are you trying to woo me, Isabella?" His eyes squinted, giving me the look. He smoldered, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter violently.
"I don't know," I said. "Is it working?"
He laughed, answering my question. The sound of it music to my ears.
The waitress came to our table with two orders of cheese fries, reminding me I had barely eaten anything all day. And it's been a very long day. We thank the waitress whose eyes lingered a little too long on my guy, but I didn't say anything. I didn't blame her. It was only natural, like Edward Cullen had some kind of potent pheromone wafting out of his every pore.
We ate and laughed, and by the time Edward ordered us a big ass brownie, I was sure I had to unbutton my pants.
"I'm stuffed," I breathed, sitting back in the leather booth. We sat next to each other now, to share the dessert. The coffee in front of me smelled marvelous and was just what I needed. When Edward insisted we had dessert, my heart skipped a beat. I was anxious and on my toes, and still couldn't shake the feeling he was up to something. I was a little shaky when he let me cut the first piece out of the brownie, afraid there would be something hidden inside. Don't get me wrong, I loved Edward, but somehow I was still a little scared. I wanted nothing else but a future with him, a decent and solid future we would be able to build upon. I know that probably included marriage, but we hadn't ever talked about it. I didn't feel the need to talk about it. Edward was the first man I could trust again, and he made me feel safe. My jitters were ridiculous, and I didn't understand why they were still there. I also couldn't justify feeling some kind of relief when there was nothing but chocolate inside the brownie. I bit my lip, aware Edward had noticed my silence.
"Did I wear you out?" He joked, brushing his thumb over my upper thigh underneath the table. I looked at him and smiled.
"You didn't. Today did. Kinda. It's been a fucking long day but I'm not ready for it to end just yet," I said genuinely, cuddling up to his side.
We finished our coffee, and I felt the need to reopen old wounds. I took a deep breath before I started.
"I know I apologized before, but I really need you to know how sorry I am for what made everything spiral out of control. It was all me, and I realize that now. I don't want you to pull the blog, I love it. Yeah, it's explicit, but it's art. You never once mentioned my name and I doubt anyone but our friends even know it's your blog. I shouldn't have cared, I don't care now. I love your blog and when I read it, I could almost feel what you felt. You know I'm not that good with words, but reading everything you put down on the blog made me open my eyes and pull my head out of my ass. It made me feel less insecure about my feelings toward you. Actually, you made me say it. You did. I love you, Edward Cullen and I want you to know I'm done being afraid." My monologue rendered him speechless, his hand steadfast on my thigh, caressing me gently.
His fingers grasped my chin, turning my face to look at him. His eyes were deep, velveteen green that invited me into his heart. Into his feelings. This man was here to stay, and I was going to make sure that it happened. He needed to feel special and I needed to make him mine.
"I love you for everything. I believe everything happens for a reason, Enchantress. Us spending that time apart made me realize I couldn't live without you. I mean, I could, if I absolutely had to, but life didn't hold any value. It didn't mean anything without you."
"It's true. I could live without you, too. But I don't want to. It was awful. I don't ever want to be apart from you. Ever again. I promise that it won't happen again."
There we sat, in the middle of a crowded place, together with our heart on the table.
"I have something I wanted to ask you, Enchantress." He goes. I feel his voice vibrate through his chest, to his shoulder where my cheek pressed against cotton. My heart jumped, thumping wildly in my ears.
Surely he wasn't about to pop that one question, right?
I looked up, sitting straight in my seat. My tired eyes were gone instantly, jolted awake by the pending question that made my heart stutter a little.
"You're planning something?" I eyed him, trying to brush off my nerves.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Your answer." His voice was strong, yet there was a hint of insecurity hiding behind his dazzling smile. I bit my lip nervously, afraid I might actually break the skin.
"Shoot," I urged him, growing impatient. So far, he wasn't down on one knee but glued to my side. This could be any sort of question, I convinced myself. I knew he had something up his sleeve, I felt it the entire evening.
"Isabella Swan," he started, taking my hand in his. My breathing hitched and my eyes grew wide.
"Yes?" I croaked.
"Would you please do me the honor of moving in with me?" He asked, his eyes so soft and gentle. I wanted to kiss him right now. I did kiss him. I kissed him hard and deliberate, silently thanking him for asking the right question at the perfect time.
"You still haven't answered." He said coyly as I was practically in his lap.
"Do you really, honestly need me to say it?" I joked.
"Say it." He pressed. "Out loud." A self-assured smile played at his lips.
"Yes, Edward. I do want to move in with you." I whispered before kissing him again.
I smiled against Edward's shoulder after he kissed my lips lovingly. I was suddenly glad he didn't propose, but not because of jitters or cold feet or because I was scared. I was glad in a way that made me nervous and think. I was very glad he didn't propose, because I was going to propose to him.
I bet you didn't see that coming ;)
