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The drive back home is boring considering the novelty of Bella's first road trip experience has worn off. The girls aren't dead set on making us miserable.
Alice mostly sleeps, and Angela has her tablet out, working on her college essays. She's wearing the headphones, so Bella and I chat softly. I drive the first half of the trip, and she plays with my fingers.
When we stop for the night, she waits patiently for the girls to go to their rooms before attacking me.
"I thought they would never go to sleep," she mutters, all but tearing my shirt off my body and moving to my belt. "That was a very long four days."
"But we survived." I unbutton her blouse at a slow, human pace, knowing it's driving her mad, and slip it off her shoulders.
Her pupils are dilated, and her body trembles with want. "Barely."
We take our time reacquainting ourselves. We start on the bed, and then in the shower.
I've missed being close to her, and she's desperate for the connection.
When we fall back into bed, surrounded by warm blankets, I convince Bella to forgo pajamas.
"I don't want you to get sick."
"I won't." I wrap my arms around her middle, pulling her close. "I need this."
She gives up and massages my bare back while I fight sleep. The trip was enjoyable. I've missed my parents, and I'm glad we'll see them again in a couple of weeks.
"Are Renee and Charlie planning on coming to the girls' birthday party?" I ask, my words slurring.
"Yup. And Mom agrees the girls should get their own cars," she whispers, peppering my shoulder with kisses.
"Bella …"
"I know, I know. I still have work to do convincing you it's a good idea." She giggles.
"It's going to take a lot of convincing," I threaten.
"Go to sleep, jerk."