II

After fighting my way through the mass of bodies again, I deposit myself on the arm of a brown sofa. It sits as part of half a hexagon of chairs, all angled haphazardly towards a large flat screen upon which MTV flashes, a slideshow of big tits and tanned asses. The leather material feels sticky against my bare legs, but cool and welcoming all the same.

Jasper is sat next to me, Alice straddling his lap, her dainty fingers expertly rolling a joint as his fingers tease the sliver of bare skin at her back. I assume Rose and Emmett are barricaded in a bedroom somewhere. We don't speak. There's no point. The heavy music drowns any other sound. Bodies talk instead. Hands have conversations and mouths are free to kiss and taste.

I take the blunt that Jasper offers me, wrapping my lips around the paper and inhaling deeply. The end glows cherry red and the smoke hits the back of my throat and then travels downwards, rushing through my chest. I hold it there for a moment, so deep it almost hurts, my head rushing as I use up all my oxygen.

I breathe it out slowly, even though my brain tells me to hurry, emptying my lungs of the thick smoke and watching the white substance spread out in front of me. My hands pass on the joint to someone else, feeling my eyes hood over as the drug takes effect.

Everything tastes calmer now and I feel lighter.

I take my drink to my lips, the plastic smooth against my skin and swallow, feeling it sear down my throat. Warmth follows, spreading through my chest all the way to my toes. Alice stands up, Jasper quickly following. I watch with an amused eye as she leads him upstairs, her hips sashaying with each step. There's a flash of red at the top of the stairs where her tube top is visible between the bannisters and then they disappear from sight.

Their space is filled quickly. Seats are a hot commodity, a nebulous of calm in the chaos.

I'm reaching for another toke when my body tenses, electricity rushing down my spine and making the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

He's here.

I don't move. He won't come to me, and I won't go to him. That's not how this works. My body shivers, heat pooling between my legs and warmth spreading across my skin.

I inhale, but the smoke rushes in too quickly making me cough. The guy who handed the joint to me smirks at the display. He looks older, maybe he's in college because I don't recognise him. Victoria's brother often brings friends when he comes. He's good looking, crystal blue eyes and short cropped black hair that curls slightly at the front. He raises an eyebrow at me in invitation, cocking his head to the side, his blue eyes full with the promise of a good time.

I don't need words to understand.

Want to come upstairs with me?

I smile at him in response but it's dismissive and he knows it.

He gives me a light shrug and a wink.

Maybe next time.

I smirk, because he's good looking and because I know he's watching.

I turn and instantly meet vibrant green eyes from across the room.

My mouth goes dry and my nipples harden at the sight of him, a jolt of pure desire snapping down my spine and electrifying me.

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 in leather.

A black jacket sits unzipped, the teeth gleaming in the light, sharp silver like the blade of a knife. The T-shirt peaking underneath gleams it's true white briefly before the fluorescence obscures it in red.

His body is turned as though he's observing the party but he's watching me, his bright green eyes piercing into mine.

He's heaven and hell. Forbidden fruit. But I've tasted it. Sunk my teeth into it and devoured the sweet insides.

His pink mouth is slightly parted, full lips that I crave. I want to taste him, feel his body up against mine. I want his hands on me, sliding across my skin, his teeth glinting as they nip at my soft flesh, his tongue wet and smooth as it tastes the heat between my legs.

'Edward.' I say loudly. His name tastes like honey on my tongue, thick and cloying, sinful. The heavy music swallows my words immediately but he hears them anyway.

He smirks, his delectable mouth turning up at the corners.

'Bella.' His lips say, his emerald eyes smouldering under thick black lashes. I wonder how my name tastes on his tongue.

I get up and walk across the room, glancing at him in my peripheral vision and seeing verdant eyes tracking my steps. He doesn't move. He wouldn't.