Desire

by creaatingmadness

He's leaning against a wall, his taut body stretching slightly higher than those he stands next to. His copper hair goes blue then red as the lights flicker over him, washing him in neon light. He's heaven and hell. Forbidden fruit. But I've tasted it. Sunk my teeth into it and devoured the sweet insides. MA. Explicit Lemons. BxE. *Drabble*

69. Chapter 69

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LXIX

'Charlie.' I say carefully.

He frowns at me, 'What are you doing here?'

'I…um…'

There's the sound of a door opening to my right, and my heart freezes as I hear a familiar voice. I whirl around and find Edward, walking with his mom from the back.

My heart lurches up into my ribs, my breath catching. He sees me and comes to a sudden stop, his green eyes wide. His mother is still walking, hasn't noticed he's several paces behind.

'You!' She screams at Charlie. 'This is all you.'

Edward and I just stare at each other.

It hits me like a fucking avalanche, my heart swelling in my chest until it pushes against my ribs.

It hurts. Like my body isn't capable of handling this level of emotion.

I've heard of the phrase, you don't know what you have until you lose it, but maybe you also don't know what you're missing until you find it.

He's both. My missing piece, the shock of almost losing him driving home that knowledge.

I need him, have always needed him.

But I want him too.

I want him and I love him.

And maybe it's selfish, to want him like this, because god knows I'm fucked up, and if he doesn't break me, I'll probably break him, but right now…

I don't care.

I just don't fucking care.

He needs to know how I feel.

Edward's eyes search mine, our parents screaming at each other behind us.

I can read the questions that sits in that deep emerald.

What are you doing here?

Charlie's deep voice echoes the words, cutting through Edward's mom's screeching, 'Bella what the hell are you doing here?'

I ignore him. Just like he always ignores me.

I run across the room and Edward's eyes widen almost comically, his phone dropping out his hands as he catches me, our bodies colliding together so hard it winds me.

'I love you. I…I'm sorry. I love you.' I babble.

Edward inhales sharply and then his mouth descends on mine.

His lips taste like salt and I don't know if he's crying, or if I am, or we both are, but I grip onto him tightly, clutching at him desperately.

For a moment, everything in my world feels like it's right again.

Then we're wrenched apart and looking into the furious faces of my father and his mother.

'What the fuck is this?' Charlie hisses.