Disclaimer: No, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. I just love pretend...
I Know
By Childhood Aspirations
Edward's fingers ran through my hair ever so gently. Now and then he paused and wrapped a strand around one finger, murmuring something to himself that I couldn't understand. Then his hands moved from my hair to my shoulders. He let them slide down the lengths of my arms. I shivered at his touch.
"There's not another person in the world that smells as heavenly as you do," he breathed.
I frowned contemplatively. "I suppose that's a good thing."
His chuckle was low, with just the slightest edge to it. I knew the reason for the edge. It appeared in seemingly random places, during any sort of conversation between us, but I understood why it was there, why it had to be there.
When Edward touches me, I lose myself in the feeling. But when I touch him…he can't lose himself the way I do.
Just as I know why the edge is there, I know why he can't lose himself in my touch.
"I love you." His voice was so soft, the softest and lightest of whispers.
"I love you too," I whispered back. I couldn't even begin to explain it to him. It was too complex for me to even understand. All I knew was that it was true.