AN: Sorry for the wait! My Mom had surgery last week and she appointed me as her driver for everything. Appointments, medication, and whatnot. I finally just got the time to type out a chapter for you all :) Personally, I really like this chapter. Or a certain part, haha. Please review and let me know what you think!
Dislclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, the brilliant Stephenie Meyer does.
I awoke the next morning to the pounding of rain. The thunderous drumming pulled me from my restless sleep, echoing throughout the small room. I promptly pushed my face into a nearby pillow and pulled my toasty quilt over my head. All in all, my attempts were fruitless. I would never be able to fall back asleep now.
"Freaking rain," I mumbled, lazily turning toward my alarm clock. I glared at the digitalized numbers and groaned. "Nine o'clock, how wonderful."
Edward wouldn't be here for at least two hours and I had nothing to do. I rolled onto my back and sighed. I could last two hours, right? A little voice in the back of my mind said otherwise, reminding me of what could be ahead of me. Edward and I would be here, in my house, alone. What a concept.
Pushing off the covers, I took my time in walking to the bathroom. The cool water felt refreshing as I splashed my face, washing away the sleep in preparation for the day ahead. Edward's face flashed through my mind as I carefully brushed through my hair. His own copper locks would be in disarray, as they always were. A grin slowly spread across my face at the thought. God, I wish he would have made the time earlier.
By the time I finished my routine and breakfast, it was ten. I watched the hands turn obnoxiously slowly on the kitchen clock, taunting me.
"Occupy yourself," I muttered, dropping onto the couch. "Maybe watching television will help."
I watched a mindless sitcom for about half an hour, quickly becoming bored and shutting the TV off in exasperation. When did I ever wait around for a guy? The thought struck me and I cringed. Never.
Just as I was about to redeem myself, several sharp knocks reverberated from the front door. I stumbled over the carpet in my attempt to be quick.
"Bella?" Edward laughed, ignoring my breathless greeting and slowly stepping inside.
"I'm fine," I panted. "Just moved a little too fast there."
He smirked and gently kissed my forehead. "Well, I am a bit early. Sorry about that, but I honestly didn't know what else to do. I much prefer coming early than driving around for twenty minutes."
I beamed, feeling better that I wasn't the only one who couldn't wait.
"By the way, that little stunt you pulled on the phone last night was cruel," he whispered, lightly pressing his lips to my ear. I resisted the urge to shiver. "Let's just say a shower was in order afterwards."
"You started it," I muttered, trying to hide the smile playing at my lips. "You're to blame for that one."
He chuckled and wrapped an arm securely around my waist. "Whatever you say, Bella. How about you lead the way, though. Give me the grand tour!"
I snorted, rolling my eyes. The grand tour would take less than five minutes compared to his mansion. "There's not too much to see," I shrugged while leading him down the hall. "This is the living room, Charlie's favorite place to be."
Edward nodded, giving the room a full examination.
"This is obviously the kitchen," I stated with an exaggerated flourish.
Edward chuckled and pinched my side. "I think I could have figured that one out."
"You're the one who wanted the grand tour," I responded, laughing as he continued to poke my waist. "That really tickles by the way." My voice was high pitched and girly, on the brink of giggles.
"Alright, maybe we can skip the grand tour and you can simply show me whatever you want. I do have an idea of what I would like to see, though."
I sighed in relief as he ceased his poking. "Let me guess, the bathroom?"
"You're just hilarious today, aren't you?" he replied mockingly.
"I'm hilarious all the time," I laughed. I discreetly slipped out his hold, not ready for another round of pinching. "But if you must, I'll show you my bedroom."
His eyes lit up in approval as I took his hand. I climbed the stairs slowly, not wanting to fall backwards and take him with me.
"This is it," I motioned, nudging the door open with a foot. "It hasn't changed much since I was a baby."
Edward cautiously entered, studying my little room with pure interest. His eyes flickered to the peeling light blue paint, the aged rocking chair in the corner, and of course, my bed.
"It's definitely your room," he mumbled while running a finger over my dusty shelf. He stooped to read the titles of my books as I continued to stand in my doorway.
"Yup," I responded simply. It was odd to have a boy in my room, let alone Edward. It was almost embarrassing.
"It's cute, like you."
His small compliment made me flush. "Thanks?"
He rose back to his full height and turned around, flashing me a grin. "I can imagine you living here. Tidy, yet messy at the same time."
I nodded timidly. Any jokes I would have made disappeared as he examined my belongings.
He surveyed my bed before sitting on it, bouncing lightly. "Your bed seems comfortable too."
"It is."
"Why don't you join me then?" he asked, gently patting the space beside him.
I sat down without speaking and rolled my shoulders, attempting to release some of my built up tension. Noticing my change in demeanor, Edward lifted my chin, his eyes meeting mine.
"Is everything alright?"
"Sure," I responded, my voice cracking at the end. "It's just a little weird, that's all."
His grin immediately put me at ease as he stroked my cheek. "Don't be nervous," he said soothingly. "I'm just happy I can see where you sleep at night, especially in your big, white t-shirt."
I laughed, my nerves instantly erased. "Good, now you can imagine it properly."
I laid back, pulling Edward with me. He turned onto his side and curled his arm back around my waist.
"No tickling?" I questioned while looking directly into his emerald eyes.
"I can't promise anything."
His lips met mine quickly, moving across my face. I laughed and gently took hold of his head. "That's not much better."
He grinned sheepishly and reattached his lips to mine. I relaxed into the kiss, forgetting about our current position on the bed. It was hard to think of anything else but his soft tongue that tenderly prodded at my lips, asking for entrance. I granted it, hesitantly touching my tongue to his. My hands slowly found their way to his shirt, tugging on the thin material. His arms were wound around my waist, hands running soft circles into my lower back. It was wonderful.
Our hot breath mixed as I opened my mouth further, hinting for more. Without breaking contact, he rolled on top of me, holding his weight with his arms and deepening our kiss. My eyes fluttered closed on instinct.
"Mm, Bella," he grumbled, slowly retracting his mouth. I quickly inhaled, pressing my red lips back to his. His hand ran roughly through my hair, laying my head back on the bed. His lower body pressed against mine, leisurely undulating above me. My stomach clenched in excitement.
Unfortunately, we had to separate for breath. Although, our kiss had quite the effect on me. My hair was sticking up wildly, my breathing shallow, and my underwear slightly damp, something that was all new to me.
Edward continued to hover above me, brushing my unruly hair from my face. His eyes searched mine in hopes he didn't go too far.
I grinned in reassurance, absentmindedly biting my bottom lip.
"Would you like to know a secret?" he blurted unexpectedly.
"Sure," I answered curiously.
"I think it's incredibly sexy when you bite your lip like that. Along with your wonderful blush, that is." At the mention of blushing, my cheeks darkened. "Just like that," he murmured, running a finger across the apple of my cheek.
I chose not to answer verbally; instead, I ran a hand through his bronze hair. He grinned lazily and rolled to the side. I instantly missed the weight and warmth of his body.
"No, come back," I whined, reaching toward him and curling into his side. My shirt rode up to expose my lower back as he enveloped me in his arms. His soft fingers stroked the sensitive skin, producing rows of goosebumps.
I was dying to crawl on top of him and resume our earlier kiss, but I held back, running my lips along his jaw.
"I thought we would do something productive today," Edward chuckled, turning his head to meet mine. He pecked my lips once before releasing his hold. I took the opportunity to straddle his waist, throwing one leg over for balance. "Uh, Bella," he gulped, grasping my hips. "What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to kiss you," I whispered before chastely touching his lips. Gently, he held my head in place as I opened my mouth. Our kiss progressed similarly as it did before, only his fingers dug firmly into the skin of my hips, eliciting a small moan from the back of my throat.
He pulled away with one final peck. His finger toyed with the edge of my jeans, twisting the material back and forth. I gasped as he smoothly slipped a finger underneath the lining. He tickled the skin, watching my face for a reaction. I giggled.
"It's so easy to get carried away with you," he murmured. "Oh, the things I would like to do."
I watched his chest rise and fall underneath his black t-shirt, imagining the muscles underneath. "I know the feeling," I muttered.
He eyed me curiously, helping me sit back on the bed. "You do, do you?" His tone was laced with a dark undercurrent of something, lust?
Even though I was inexperienced with boys, I knew that the feeling I currently felt throughout my body was dangerous. It had the potential to lead to much more.
"Mhm. Just not right now."
The corner of his mouth twitched as he sat up. "We can save that for later," he said with a wink.
My heart sputtered unevenly. "Uhm, okay."
"I'm just kidding, Bella," he laughed. "Relax."
His smooth voice brought me back from my frenzied thoughts. I smiled, showing that I was alright.
"Have you told your Dad yet?" Edward asked abruptly.
I grimaced and averted my gaze. "No, it wasn't the right time."
"Right," he muttered, raising his eyebrows in accusation. "When will the right time come along?"
"Probably never," I answered quickly.
Edward released a deep chuckle and scooted closer to me on the bed. "Like I said before, it has to happen sooner or later. Wait, you know what would be a great time?"
Knowing where he was going, I stared at the ceiling. "No, Edward, when?"
"Tonight, when he gets home from fishing."
I sighed and dropped my head into my hands. "Why?" I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip for extra effect. "He'll be extremely suspicious if he comes home and you of all people are here. That wouldn't be a very good impression."
"Nice try, Bella," he smirked. "I'll leave and you can explain the situation, then I'll come back."
His piercing eyes watched me intently, persuading me.
"Fine," I groaned, nervously twisting my hands in my lap.
"Good," he smiled and gently grabbed my hand, stopping my fidgeting. My heart sped up from the contact. "Tonight it is then."
AN: I'll give a little hint, the major conflict will start after they tell Charlie and go to school on Monday. The next few chapters will be interesting.