The Whispering Woods
Chapter Fifteen
Bella looked down the long gravel driveway. "I better go before my dear aunt comes home."
Edward snorted at the sarcasm in her voice.
She smiled in return, her eyes meeting his.
It was hard to breathe when those lavender eyes of hers obliterated every wall he tried to keep up.
"Your eyes are incredible."
She clenched her eyes shut, nodding. "The only thing I inherited from my mother. My dad hasn't been able to look me in the eye in years."
"It has to be hard for him, to see her in you."
She shrugged. "Everyone leaves me, so it's only a matter of time before he does."
Edward swept his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "It's not your fault, Bella." He didn't know how he knew what he said was true.
Her brow furrowed. "I never told you my name."
"I never told you mine." He hadn't realized that until now. She saved his ass in those freaky woods and she had only seen him once.
Two of her fingers walked up to the center of his chest, settling her hand over his heart. Why couldn't she stop touching him? It seemed to be the same for him, though.
"Not even my aunt would know I prefer Bella to Isabella. How did you know?"
Edward didn't want to answer. She'd figure out how fucking different he was, and why they had to leave his last home.
But she knew anyway. "Did the woods whisper to you, too?" She looked up through her lashes; her eyes had gone indigo, almost malevolent. "Or did they scream?"
AN: Sorry, I got so absorbed in writing this morning, that I forgot to post. Thanks to MC with the chapter. See you Thursday.