VII
When I walk into biology a few days later I'm greeted with a piece of paper being thrust into my face.
BELLA SWAN. AP BIOLOGY. G.07
I stare at the fat, pink hand of the teacher as it wraps around my new fate.
My eyes flick to the left, finding Rose and Emmett who offer me confused expressions.
Typical.
The hallway is silent and my feet make a sharp clacking sound across the floor as I head to the lower level, a slow clap, because I'm not rushing.
I enter the room, my body tensing automatically as loud chatter descends into silence.
An undercurrent of something else courses through my veins and I shiver, heat rushing down my spine and goosebumps spreading across my skin.
I know what it means.
He's here.
I stick my chin up, refusing to meet the stares and settle for raising an eyebrow at my new teacher.
She's a tiny woman with oversized breasts and a gap between her teeth.
The thought occurs to me that she's probably the source of a lot of student-teacher fantasies.
She vocalises her confusion at my presence and the classes curiosity is palpable.
I hold up my note wordlessly and hand it to her.
She introduces herself as Ms. Taylor. 'Go have a seat Bella.'
When I turn to face the room I'm already prepared for the sight of him.
I'm decidedly not prepared for the fact that the only available seat is beside him, right at the back.
His green eyes blaze, his face stony as I walk down the aisle.
He's in his fucking varsity jacket.
He represents everything I hate.
I want him so badly I can barely breathe.
My knees weaken as my eyes map over his familiar features, drinking in the sharp angle of his jaw, the pink shape of his mouth.
He averts his gaze from mine to stare at his books.
A test in self-control.
Unwanted.
Dangerous.
I can already feel the tension building between my legs.
As I sit beside him, I inhale, my lower stomach coiling tightly as I breathe in his musky scent.
There's a flood of desire between my legs.
My breathing picks up automatically and he tenses next to me, his hands creating fists where they rest on maple wood.
Every breath is saturated with him. I can practically taste him on my tongue.
Class begins.
Torture.
There's no other way to describe this ordeal.
I'm trying not to look at him, my eyes staring fixed on the projector in front of us.
The Kreb's Cycle.
His pen scratches against the paper.
Adenosine Triphosphate.
His leg is bouncing in the seat.
My eyes drift to stare at his large hand as it grips the pen, his long fingers, gentle as they meet around plastic.
My breath catches in my throat as my mind replays the feel of those warm fingers on my skin.
Running up my thighs.
Opening my legs.
Parting my slick skin.
Sliding inside of me.
Filling me.
Fucking me.
A breathy sigh falls from my mouth and I swallow heavily.
I hear his sharp intake of breath. Edward shifts in his seat, his leg knocking mine accidentally. Rough denim scratches my bare thigh for a moment. He moves it away as though it burned him.
It burns me.
My skin tingles in anticipation. My body expecting his touch.
But I won't get it.
Not here.
I let out a shaky breath.
His presence like this is intoxicating.
He's so close I can almost feel him against me.
I want to keep my eyes forward.
I'm trying not to look.
I give in anyway, drinking the sight of him in.
Dark denim, tight enough to show me the long, thick bulge of his arousal, straining against the denim in his jeans.
I whimper under my breath and he shifts in his seat.
My eyes drift higher.
The planes of his chest stick out from the grey T-shirt he's wearing under his jacket, hinting at the muscle that sits underneath.
I know it's there.
I know what he looks like naked, glistening with sweat, his cock thick and swollen against his stomach.
Fuck.
I stop writing, my pen clattering to the page as my mind replays him standing in front of me, green eyes dark as I kneel before him. The deep groans he makes when I suck his cock.
Tangling his hand in my hair, tugging me upwards, his tongue licking at mine.
My hand grips the table, my knuckles turning white.
His head between my legs, his hot wet tongue licking at my dripping centre. My hands sliding in his thick hair, pulling him closer.
My panties are drenched. My whole body aches for his touch.
I close my eyes briefly, willing myself to stop panting.
I open them, staring straight forward with difficulty.
Facilitated Diffusion.
I bite my lip hard, then pick up my pen and write it down.
I can hear his heavy breathing next to me.
Fuck.
I remove my jacket.
I'm so hot.
Too hot.
I want him.
I feel my nipples tighten, straining against the cotton of my T-Shirt.
A bad day to go bra-less.
I hear Edward groan and I glance at him in the corner of my eye.
My mouth falls open, my pen dropping and rolling off the desk when I register his expression.
His eyes are practically black, lids heavy. His mouth sits slightly parted, his tongue visible in between his lips and now I'm staring at the glimmer of spit across his bottom lip and I can't breathe.
I want to lick it off.
He watches my mouth and I lick my lips automatically.
His eyes flick up to mine, full of fire.
I know that look. I know he's thinking about me.
Thinking about fucking me.
We stare at each other. I'm panting again and so is he, his chest rising and falling rapidly. My hands form fists at my sides because I need to touch him. I need him to touch me.
His eyes drop to my tight nipples and a barely audible groan slips out of his mouth.
Someone laughs at the front of the class.
The spell is broken.
We're at school.
We're in a class full of people.
We can't.
Edward turns his head from mine, forcing his eyes down at his page.
I breathe out slowly, willing myself to calm down.
I go to grab my pen and realise with a sinking feeling it's now on the floor.
I slowly get out of my seat and drop to my knees to grab it.
It's slightly under the table and without thinking I touch Edward's leg for stability as I reach for it.
His whole body tenses, making me jump.
I look up at him.
He's staring down at me, his mouth agape, eyes heavily hooded.
Fuck.
My eyes drop down to his lap and I shiver as I see him twitch in his jeans.
God he's so thick. I stare at the outline of him, breathing heavily.
I want to touch him.
More heat builds between my legs and my teeth bite down on my lip hard.
Edward's hand twitches and I wonder if he's tempted to press my face against the seam of his jeans, tangle his hand in my hair.
My hand slides higher and the look he gives me is pure sin.
I wonder if he's thinking about me unzipping them, pulling out his big cock and taking it into my hot wet mouth.
Right here.
I lick my lips, my hand inching towards the bulge.
As if he can read my mind his eyes close slightly and a quiet groan slips from his lips.
'Bella?' I hear.
I remove my hand and stand up hurriedly, narrowly missing hitting my head on the desk.
A few people are turned around, looking at me.
Edward is staring at his open book, his face hidden by the arm he's resting on.
'Dropped my pen.' I answer Ms. Taylor, offering her a shrug as I hold up the plastic.
She smiles and nods and I get back in my seat.
The class continues. I'm forgotten.
My whole body burns, like there's fire licking at my skin.
His tongue would quench the flames, but I can't have it.
My heart is hammering in my ears, drowning out Ms. Taylor's in-depth examination of the cell process.
I look back to Edward and he meets my gaze for a moment before moving his hands to his thighs, fists clenching.
What exists between us shouldn't touch the light of day like this.
Our worlds don't normally collide at school. The game here was one of watching.
Like meteors that crack against each other in the expanse of space, this collision is silent but catastrophic.
His proximity right now is dangerous, for both of us.
Close enough to taste.
And it's been so long since I've tasted him.
He shifts in his seat and I shiver.
I want to feel his naked skin against mine, his large hands all over my body.
I want him to fuck me on this desk. Plunge his thick cock into me while I taste his wet tongue.
My thumb touches my bottom lip as I imagine his mouth on mine, sucking my lip into his hot mouth while he slides inside of me, spreading me wide.
My tongue tastes my thumb, licking the digit the way I want to be licking his tongue.
I hear Edward groan next to me, his hand moving to grip the desk, knuckles white, his pen abandoned on the counter-top.
Watching him struggle only makes me want it more.
Knowing how much we're both fighting.
Desperate to taste.
Desperate to fuck.
I want him inside of me.
I want to feel his cock, heavy and hard at the entrance of my legs, pressing into me, fucking me, I want him to cum inside me.
His hand slides up his leg and my breath catches in my chest as he palms his cock, smoothing his hand over himself.
My eyes flick up to his face.
Fuck.
His eyes dance with fire, lids heavy, the deep black of his thick lashes partially obscuring the darkening green underneath.
I shift in my seat as the ache between my legs reaches a new intensity and I bite my pen, forcing my eyes forwards.
I don't think I can stay here much longer. It makes a bad first impression…but I don't know if I can control myself.
If I touch him, like I want to. If I feel his hands on me. I won't be able to stop.
Expulsion for indecent exposure in class. The thought is amusing.
Golden boy might feel differently of course.
I shift in my seat again, shivering at the feel of the hard wood against the heated skin of my bare thighs. I spread my legs a little, trying to alleviate the tightness in the pit of my belly.
My hand drifts up my inner thigh.
My clit throbs between my legs.
I just want to…
His hand twitches and my eyes lock with his.
Need.
Despair.
His eyes drop to where my hand sits on my inner thigh.
So close to where I'm aching.
Edward's mouth opens slightly as he shifts in his seat.
It would be easy to resent him for the way he makes me feel.
How just sitting next to him can make me wetter than any other man has done even when he's touched me.
But I don't.
Edward licks his cherry lips, long fingers tearing through his bronze hair.
It looks wild, unhinged.
'Do it.' He mouths.
My hand drifts the last few inches so my fingers brush against my clit.
A jolt of pleasure rushes through my lower stomach.
My breath catches in my throat.
Fuck.
My underwear are soaked.
I need more.
I need him.
He breathes in shakily.
We're at breaking point.
The urge to touch.
Taste.
Feel.
Taking over that part of the brain that rationalises good from bad.
We're addicts and temptation is within reach, tantalisingly close.
Every breath I take feels heavy, thick. I'm acutely aware of the distance of his body.
The air between us sizzles.
His tongue flicks wetly against his bottom lip as he watches my mouth.
I'm jealous of his lip.
I want the feel of his tongue.
Slightly rough, and wet, gliding over my skin.
I want his taste in my mouth.
A whimper tears from my lips, barely louder than a breath.
He hears it, his mouth opening slightly as his body shudders minutely.
'Fuck.' He breathes softly.
His hand moves between us, coming to rest on my thigh.
Oh god.
My eyes roll back into my head at the feel of his heated palm on my bare flesh.
My skin erupts into goosebumps, a trail of heat rising up my thigh and settling between my legs.
I remove my hand from between my legs to clutch the desk tightly, forcing myself to stay quiet.
Forcing myself not to beg for more.
His thumb strokes at the skin on my inner thigh and I feel a new flood of wet gather at the apex of my legs.
I keep my eyes locked with his and his tongue curls at the side of his mouth as he squeezes my thigh.
Fuck.
A flicker of movement drops my gaze and I watch with heavy eyes as his other hand rubs over his thick cock.
I bite my lip to keep the moan back that his actions inspire.
We're both panting now and my teeth are so deeply embedded in my bottom lip I can taste blood.
He's fucking delicious.
His hand moves slightly higher and my breathing hitches.
Fuck.
Someone coughs. It's like a splash of cold water.
We can't do this.
I scan the class in front of us. Two of his friends, two of hers. Some people who know me, all of them know him.
It's only been 20 minutes.
But I can't be here anymore.
I grab Edward's hand, fighting back a groan as I feel his skin against my palm. His eyes flash with hunger and then confusion as I remove his hand from my leg.
I make a worried expression and raise my hand. 'Ms. Taylor.' I state in a shaky voice. 'I don't feel well all of a sudden, can I please go to the nurse?'
She studies me, concern flickering across her features.
A flash of amusement crosses me when I consider that I probably do look unwell, with my flushed skin and heavy eyes, breathing unevenly like this.
'Sure Bella.'
Thank god.
'Edward, you go with her and make sure she's okay.'
Wait. What?
He makes a sound in the back of his throat before clearing it. 'Yeah no problem Ms. T.' He says smoothly.
I stand up, throwing my pen and book into my bag.
We walk out of the door and start heading down the corridor.
It's deserted, everyone is in class.
We're alone with each other.
His pinky brushes mine and I shudder, fighting the urge to grab him and pull him against me.
It would be so easy.
Go into a room or a cupboard together.
Rip each other's clothes of and fuck.
Shit.
I need to get away from him.
We can't do this here. Not at school.
I see the sign for the girl's toilet and duck inside, abandoning him and rushing to the sink.
Safety.
I stare at myself in the mirror.
My cheeks are tinged pink, lips pouty, desire dancing in my eyes.
The door opens and I meet Edward's gaze in the mirror.
No.
My eyes trail down his solid body, lingering on the planes of his chest, his corded arms, muscled thighs.
Fuck.
He glances at the stalls and then raises his eyebrows at me.
They're empty.
I turn to him and my breath catches in my throat because there's no stopping now.
Not now we're alone.
He stalks towards me and I shiver.
My heart is hammering in my chest, my skin tingling. My nipples pebble, arching towards him.
I'm desperate for him to touch me.
'Anyone could walk in.' I say breathily.
I'm so wet I can feel it down my thighs.
'I know.' Edward growls.
His emerald eyes burn into mine.
'Fuck it.' I breathe.
I step towards him.
Suddenly there's the sound of voices outside the door.
We exchange a panicked glance.
I grab his hand quickly, pulling him into one of the stalls with me and locking the door.
I throw my bag on the closed toilet seat and step towards the door.
I peek through the gap as two juniors walk in laughing and gossiping.
They stand by the sinks, one girl jumping up to sit there as they talk.
They clearly don't need the actual toilet and I breathe a sigh of relief.
It would be weird to stand here with him and hear someone pee.
My breath catches in my throat as he steps up behind me, pressing his hard, warm chest into my back.
Oh god.
Fuck.
He feels so good.
He can't do this.
Not while they're here.
I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning.
Edward's mouth brushes my ear as his hands grip my hips.
'I need you.' He breathes, pressing forward so he's nestled between my ass cheeks. 'I need to fuck you.'
I arch my back into him, my head falling back into his shoulder.
This is so wrong.
We shouldn't do this.
But…I want to.
So badly.
Fuck.
He's so thick and hard. I can feel the heat of him through his jeans.
I bite my lip hard to stay quiet.
Edward's hand slides from my hip to my palm my stomach, leaving burning in its wake.
My eyes roll back into my head.
The girls are still talking and I struggle to hold back a moan as his large hand slides lower and cups my sex through my skirt as he presses his cock harder against my ass.
A small whimper falls from my throat and my eyes look up nervously at the gap between the door.
The girls don't notice.
This is giving me flashbacks to the first time we fucked.
Him standing behind me like this, both of us delirious with desire.
'Shh.' Edward purrs in my ear, his hand slipping under my skirt and tugging my thong down slowly from the outside edges.
Goosebumps rise down the back of my neck and I take a shaky breath.
His other hand joins in, gently sliding the soaking material down my thighs.
'Take them off and give them to me.' He breathes, his hot tongue gently licking against the shell of my ear.
I sag against him at his words and then comply, bending down and sticking my ass into his hard cock, rubbing against it on purpose as I pull the thong down my legs, stepping out of one leg carefully, then the other.
My boots make a small sound on the floor and my eyes stay on the girls nervously.
No reaction. Good.
I stand back up slowly, biting back a moan as one of his hands slides under my T-shirt and up my stomach to palm my bare breast, his thumb brushing my swollen nipple.
He groans quietly into my ear, 'Good girl.' He murmurs.
I whimper, just as the girl's outside burst into loud giggles.
His hand grabs mine, taking the soaking panties from me.
Edward groans in my ear, a desperate, low sound and I feel him swell against my ass.
'Mmm, you're fucking dripping for me aren't you beautiful.' He says under his breath, his voice low and grating with need.
I nod against him and he groans again, his left hand holding me to him tightly as his right runs up my inner thighs, his fingers sliding against my wet skin.
'Fuck.' Edward growls quietly, holding me against him harder as he grinds himself against my ass.
I can't breathe. I can't move.
I need him right fucking now. I need him inside me, fucking me, filling me with his thick cock.
I move my hands behind me, brushing over the indents of his abs and then lower, palming his large denim clad erection.
He bucks into my hand.
'Come on we better get back.' One of the girl says, interrupting her friend's rant.
'Ugh fine.' The other one replies.
I watch with bated breath as they walk towards the door.
There's the sound of it shutting and then I'm being spun around and pressed into the hard door and Edward's mouth is all over me.
The musky taste of him fills my mouth and my body shudders violently, craving more.
'Fuck. Need to be inside you.' He groans between deep kisses, his tongue wrapping around mine.
My hands are scrabbling at his jeans and belt. His mouth moves to my neck, licking and sucking my skin.
I manage to undo the belt and pry it lose, my fingers already undoing the button of his jeans.
He grips my right breast in his hand, his thumb rubbing deliciously over my nipple before he tugs the material of my top down and takes it into his hot mouth.
'Edward.' I moan, undoing the zipper of his jeans. His cock bulges out of grey boxers and I shiver in pure desire.
He sucks hard at my aching nipple and I whimper, tugging his jeans down roughly with his boxers so his beautiful thick cock springs out.
I moan in excitement as I look at it, all pink and swollen, moisture beading at the tip.
Edward's mouth moves to my other nipple and he groans as I grip him in my hand.
Fuck.
He's so heavy and hot in my palm, my fingers barely meeting as they wrap around him. I need him inside of me right fucking now.
'Edward.' I plead, my fingers gripping his hair and pulling his mouth to mine.
It's a sinful kiss, hot and wet.
I want his taste in my mouth.
I lick at his tongue eagerly and he groans low in his throat, his hands gripping my hips and lifting me up against the door.
I hold onto his shoulders, gripping him with my left thigh as one of his hands tugs my skirt up around my waist and the other grips his cock.
I feel the thick head of him press against my soaking sex and then he plunges deep inside of me.
'Oh fuck.' I spit, my head slamming back into the door so hard I'm sure I'll have a lump for days.
The feel of his hot, hard skin so deep inside of me sends so much pleasure tearing through my body that I can barely breathe.
Edward groans low in his throat.
He wraps his fist around my hair tightly, tilting my head back and then slowly pulls out before driving back in again.
The intense pleasure I feel from the action is so mind-blowing I have to bite my own fist to stop from crying out.
'Mmm.' He growls, his other hand letting go of my hip and gripping the top of the stall as he slams into me harder.
I shiver around him, feeling myself clench at the feel of his thick length so deep inside of me.
His eyes roll back into his head.
'Fuck Bella.' He groans, 'How do you feel so…fuck…so fucking good.'
My leg tightens around his body, pulling him impossibly close as my hands slide under his T-shirt, the muscles in his back tensing under my fingers as he fucks me.
I grab his head and pull his lips to mine greedily, taking his tongue into my mouth.
He shudders.
'Ugh, I need…fuck.' I gasp.
Edward's hand leaves my hair to grip my hand and he lifts it above my head so I can grip the top of the stall.
'Hold..fuck…on.' Edward groans, throwing his head back.
I grab it tightly and hold myself in place as he starts fucking me harder.
'Oh fuck.' I gasp.
'Yes.' Edward hisses. 'Shit, you're so fucking wet baby. All over my fucking, ugh.'
The door to the stall is creaking and the room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the sharp, wet slaps of fucking.
If anyone walks in, they'll hear us.
The thought should scare me, but I don't care.
Let them.
I'm lost in my own desire and I won't stop for anything.
My eyes meet Edward's. He's staring at me under his lashes, mouth open in pleasure.
Fuck.
He's so thick inside of me, each stroke sending new pulses of ecstasy through my body.
He shifts his hips and I throw my head back.
'Fuck, right there.' I pant, gripping the stall tighter, the nails of my other hand digging into his shoulder.
'I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.' I gasp.
'Oh fuck.' He growls, 'I can feel you fucking…Bella.'
'I don't think I can be…ugh, quiet.' I say between gritted teeth.
Edward groans, his hand moving to cover my mouth.
He shudders. 'You look so fucking hot right now, god. I wish I could hear you scream my name baby. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum.'
Oh fuck.
My eyes roll back into my head as I hit my peak, my body shuddering wildly as waves of pleasure rush through me.
Edward buries his head in my neck groaning, his palm leaving my lips and slamming against the door.
'Fuck.' He gasps.
'Edward.' I whimper as he picks up the pace, slamming his hips into me.
He shudders. I start pushing down with my body to meet his thrusts and he growls.
'Oh fuck.'
My nails dig into his shoulder tighter and I lean forward to kiss him, slow, wet, licking at his tongue, just the way he likes.
I shiver as he starts hammering into me, each thrust deep and hard.
'So…good.' I pant into his mouth.
He groans, tearing his mouth away from mine as he breathes heavily.
I lick across his angled jaw, gently nibbling at his neck.
He gasps and I feel him throb inside of me.
'I'm so…fuck… close.'
'I want you to cum.' I moan into his ear, my lower stomach tightening.
He groans low in his throat, gripping my hip tightly as he drives into me.
I throw my head back as he hits that spot that only he has been able to find. 'Mmm, please Edward. Cum inside me. It's all I've been thinking about since last time we were together. I've been touching myself thinking about it every night. I imagine you on top of me, fucking me, filling me with your hot cum.'
His whole body tenses.
'Ugh fuck.' Edward snarls, slamming his fist into the door with a loud bang. He buries his head in my neck as his body shudders several times. 'Fuck, Bella.' He groans, pulling back his eyes dark.
I shiver at the expression in them.
His green eyes are fiery, cheeks tinged pink from exertion.
In a low, husky voice he murmurs, 'I want to fuck you again, you know that baby? If I could, I would fuck you again, right fucking now.'
I whimper as I feel him harden inside me again.
He grabs my jaw and kisses me fiercely, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip. 'You're so fucking hot.'
He slowly slides out of me, lowering me to the floor.
I shiver as I feel wet slide down my inner thigh.
Edward teeth bite down on his lower lip as his fingers catch the fluid, a groan slipping from his mouth.
His eyes meet mine, a mix of satisfaction and desire resting within the green.
He grabs some tissue and hands it to me so I can clean up.
I hold my hand out for my underwear and his mouth curves up into a beautiful grin.
'Only if you say please.'
I roll my eyes. 'Please.'
His emerald eyes dance with amusement, 'Say it with your tongue Bella.'
I shiver and step towards him, pressing my lips to his softly.
It's supposed to be a teasing kiss.
A joke.
Chaste.
But that's impossible for us.
His mouth parts against mine, my lip slipping between his. I can taste him on my tongue.
A moan falls from my lips and then I'm pressed against the wall, my hands in his hair, his tongue in my mouth.
His hands run down my body, gripping my ass.
'Fuck, I want you again.' He growls. The slick muscle of his tongue wraps around mine and I whimper into his mouth.
He pulls back, our heavy breath the only sound in the quiet room.
'Do you love her?' I ask.
I can taste the regret from the words on my tongue.
But I can't swallow them back down again, they're tangible.
Spoken.
If he's shocked, he doesn't show it.
Edward studies me curiously.
'What makes you ask that?'
I've never said anything about her before. Never really acknowledged her existence.
I shrug at him and he sighs, running a hand through his hair again.
'No.'
It's short, curt.
Unfeeling.
I don't know what to say to it, so I say nothing.
His emerald eyes stare into mine.
'You can ask me. I know you want to.' The corner of his mouth turns up, eyebrows slightly raised.
I shrug again, meeting his gaze boldly.
'The answer is, because it's easy. My parents are…' His eyes darken, 'Anyway, they like her…or more accurately, they like her family. She's beautiful, they have money, and most importantly, her father is the mayor.' He rolls his eyes. 'Everyone expects us to be together. So, we are.'
I nod, pulling my skirt down my thighs.
I don't think we've ever spoken this much before.
It feels… strange.
He eyes me with an amused smirk, 'Does it offend you that I don't love her?'
'No.' I meet his gaze.
His eyes stare into mine seriously, 'Would it offend you if I did?'
I ignore the question, grabbing some more tissue and dabbing it at the sweat at the back of my neck.
I turn to face the door and he pulls me back into him, his warm lips brushing over my shoulder. 'Are you going to ask why I haven't been coming?'
I sigh. 'No.'
I feel him smile against my skin. 'Why not?'
'I don't care.' I state firmly.
Edward laughs softly into my skin. 'Yes, you do.'
I turn in his hold. 'No, I don't.'
He grabs my jaw gently with his long fingers, warm mouth brushing over mine. 'I was grounded.'
I pull back, eyes wide.
'You're fucking joking.'
My response amuses him, his eyes glinting as the corner of his mouth turns up, 'Sadly not.'
'The fuck? Why?'
I'm not surprised that his parents would ground him. I'm surprised he actually did something to warrant it.
'They found my weed stash.' He shrugs. 'If I get drug tested and it's in my system, I'm banned from play offs, and that's when the scouts are here.' His eyes flash, 'Got to get my scholarship.'
I snort, 'You hardly need one.'
Edward laughs softly, his thumb stroking my jaw. 'No, I don't need one.'
I gaze up at him knowingly, 'You don't want one either.'
He makes a surprised noise, his green eyes hypnotisingly close. 'How is that you read me better than anyone else, when this is the longest conversation we've ever had?'
I don't know the answer.
More questions rest beneath my tongue.
He intrigues me.
But he shouldn't.
I stay silent.
I move backwards and take my phone out of my bag.
There's 10 minutes left of the period.
'We should go, we've been in here too long. We're lucky no one walked in on us.'
Edward eyes me, his eyes flashing. 'Would you have stopped Bella?'
He already knows the answer.
'Would you?' I ask back, unable to help the grin that crosses my face.
A sinful smile stretches across his lips, showing his white teeth.
'No.'
