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Chapter 19

"Edward... Edward..." I hear Isabella say. "1"Edward.

I squeeze her waist following my exploration with my lips down her neck, I slide my tongue down her throat and her body shudders.

"Edward, no," her hands push against my chest. I pull away just to see his embarrassed face. We're in a public place," she explains.

I raise my eyebrows, seeing out of the corner of my eye that we're in a dive and no one is paying attention to us. Not that with the darkness and the bustle of the place, anyone would be interested in a couple occupying a private area.

Isabella lets out a little scream as I hold her waist and sit her in my lap; I want her with me as close as possible.

"Does it make you uncomfortable that I want to kiss you all the time?" I ask looking into her beautiful brown eyes, of course still caressing her lips with my fingers.

She sighs.

"No," she smiles. "I love your kisses. To tell you the truth, I love everything about you. I just feel weird being like this." She lowers her gaze and I lift her chin with my fingers. "Among so many people."

"You're my girlfriend."

It's strange how my smile widens as I utter the word girlfriend.

"I don't remember you asking me to be your girlfriend," she objects.

"I didn't, but I like you, you like me, and I kissed you. That makes me come to the conclusion that we are now boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Your conclusions always seem to be in your favor."

"Yes it's true," I laugh slyly. "I'm used to getting my own way." I drag my nose along her shoulder, pleased with her body's reaction to my touch. "And you're mine. Shall we go?"

"Yes." Isabella jumps out of my lap; she is now the one who pulls my hand to leave, and I just let go.

We arrive at her room between kisses and cuddles that overflow as soon as we close the door. I wrap her in my arms more tightly feeling the anatomy of her body attached to mine, by pure instinct and in the middle of the darkness I guide her without taking my lips off her mouth until I fall on the softness of the mattress, I settle between her legs.

We laugh as we continue kissing.

I think I've become addicted to her kisses in just hours.

A moan leaves her lips as my mouth kisses her neck while one of my hands starts to run down the softness of her thigh and under her skirt, reaching up to touch her underwear.

"No," she denies in an agitated voice, stopping my hand.

"What's wrong?" I ask in alarm, realizing that my voice is hoarse. I lift my face; I see her swollen lips and her disheveled hair strewn on the bed; she is beautiful in every way.

"I can't," her palms rest on my chest in a way to stop me. "It's too soon and I'm not ready."

I understand what she means.

I separate from her body, supporting my weight with my forearms.

"Nothing will happen that you don't want," I whisper, brushing a few hairs away from her beautiful face.

"I think we should sleep," she says with a shy smile.

I get up from the bed leaving her there with her dress wrapped almost around her hips, I turn around and take a deep breath that allows me to wake up my mind, I adjust my shirt by tucking it into my pants and I also try to get my erection down low enough so as not to embarrass her.

"Would it be okay to sleep together?" I propose as I turn to her.

Isabella has stood up and is combing her hair with her fingers.

"No," she laughingly denies, pushing me towards the door. "You will sleep in your room, and I will sleep here."

"What?! We're just going to sleep, Isabella." I hold the door, I don't want to give up. "We can sleep together, you on one side and me on the other," I suggest.

She shakes her head, and her brown curls fall across her chest, distracting my view with the neckline of her dress.

"No. See you tomorrow, Edward," she moves closer and gives me a short kiss. "Good night, Edward."

Isabella has just slammed the door in my face.

I laugh in bewilderment.

My girl has just scorned me. It's unbelievable, she just sent me to sleep alone.

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Water skiing is one of my favorite sports and now being able to share one of my favorite pastimes with Isabella was substantially pleasurable.

We had been practicing all morning and I was proud to see her try it alone and without fear. To see her fascinated face when she managed to get control between the board and the rope that pulled her to keep sliding in the water. It was surreal to see her so sure of herself, to try again and again until she achieved her purpose.

"How do you feel?" is the first thing I asked as I took her hand and helped her onto the sailboat.

"Fantastic!" She exclaims hugging my waist, I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her wet head. "What's next?" she asks.

"Hey," I rub her arms, "easy, honey," she lifts her face looking at me frowning. "You've been practicing for more than six hours; you must rest or tomorrow you won't be able to get out of bed."

"It's okay, I'm in shape" she moves her arm showing off how thin it is. "I'm strong and very resistant."

I raise my eyebrows; I'll show her that practicing sports is a healthy habit, but it also requires a lot of respect and discipline.

"Well, let's go diving." I signal to the man driving the sailboat. "Do you like the idea?"

"I like you better" she murmurs, burying her face in my chest, I hug her again.

Isabella is capable of destabilizing my heart rate and making me laugh like an idiot for no reason.

Even with my smile I hold her face in my hands; she is now sporting a deep red on her nose and cheeks.

Leaning down to her lips I give her a tender kiss, savoring her taste on my tongue. This time I want to be gentle with her, but it's impossible as I feel her tighten against my body.

I pull away, keeping a safe distance between our bodies.

"I love you," I assure her.

"Then why are you pushing me away?" she makes a funny grimace as she purses her lips.

Isabella doesn't understand the degree of difficulty her closeness means; it makes me want so much more than a kiss.

"Because you are a beautiful temptation," I admit.

She presses her lip between her teeth.

"Can I touch your hair?" her request makes me smile, I lean in, and she shyly reaches out, sinking her fingers into my head. "I've wanted to do this ever since I met you," she assures me. "I love your long, unruly hair, it's just like you."

I smile as I tie my hair back into a ponytail.

"I like your beard too," she says, stroking my hair-covered cheeks and chin. "I always imagined it was rough, and no, it's not, you have a very soft beard," her fingers continue to run down my face and down my neck and bare chest. "Why an electrocardiogram?" She slides the tip of her finger across the black ink on the left side of my chest.

"It's for my son. When Patrick was born he injected me with life and I wanted to honor his birth with a tattoo on my body, it's the only one I have."

Her eyes sparkle.

"Pat is your whole world, isn't he? I love the complicity between you two."

I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.

"Right now, you and Pat are the most important thing."

"I can't wait to get to Chicago and tell him we're together. How do you think he'll take it?"

I throw my head back. I'm laughing at the memory of all my son's crazy advice to make Isabella fall in love.

"Why are you laughing?" she asks, poking me in the ribs. "You're laughing at me, huh?"

I hold her to my height making her wrap her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

"Stop being grumpy and give me a kiss."

Isabella doesn't put up much resistance as my lips seek hers in a fiery kiss.

The urge to dive loses all interest as I hold her in my arms and taste her mouth. I'm crazy about the way she anchors herself to my body and the way she gives herself to our kisses, cradling my face with her small hands.

"I don't want to dive anymore." I murmur into her neck kissing her warm skin.

She forces me to look at her.

"I've never dived, I'd like to try."

I exhale. Acknowledging that I'm willing to oblige her in anything she wants.

Arriving at the coral reefs Isabella's nerves come to the surface as she sees I'll put on the snorkel mask.

"Promise to be with me," she pleads. "I don't want you to leave me alone, don't leave me."

I give her lips a quick kiss.

"I won't let anything happen to you," I promise.

She lets out a long sigh and agrees to let me put the mask on her face.

Once we start the dive, I don't let her out of my sight for a moment. At first, she wiggles around with no idea how to move, then she observes me and imitates my movements.

Perhaps her nerves take a back seat to seeing herself submerged among such beauty as the infinity of fish and a great diversity of marine life.

Thus we spent the rest of the afternoon in the depths of the ocean, sharing together and showing her who I am.

We were so tired that Isabella did not have enough strength to stand up and eat dinner.

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We sit on the sand enjoying our last night.

Isabella settles between my legs, pressing her back against my chest; her tired face makes me hug her waist and kiss her hair.

During the course of the day we had swam and surfed a bit. Then I thought about her not knowing the island, I wanted to show her the best shopping malls as well as the restaurants, for months now I had discovered that Isabella was capable of eating a whole cow if she set her mind to it, she didn't despise any dish no matter how disgusting it seemed.

"Are you ready to go back to Chicago?"

She just lifts her shoulders.

"What about your plans for this summer? Will you be traveling to Forks?"

"No," she denies immediately. "I need to work and save as much as I can."

She turns to face me; she swings her legs over mine, leaving her pretty white dress mid-thigh.

She comes closer, bringing her hands to my neck.

"What are your plans?" she asks.

"Mmm," I slide my nose against hers. "To spend as much time as I need with my girlfriend. Maybe take her on a tour of the Grand Canyon or visit the Pocono Mountains for skydiving," I tighten my grip on her waist. "Which do you like better?"

"Both terrify me, although I won't deny that I'd rather hike than skydive."

I laugh.

I move closer with the intention of kissing her lips being interrupted by my cell phone. I inhale as I see my mother's name on the screen. Without thinking I reject the call concentrating on the woman in front of me.

I hold her soft face.

Isabella reaches for my mouth in a tender and very short kiss.

She raises her eyebrows when she notices that I am not satisfied with so few kisses. Then I decide to be the one to kiss her the right way, taking her mouth with ferocity until I lay her down on the sand, her fingers scratch my back in search of more closeness and when I'm between her legs pressed fully against her womanhood we both gasp.

"We should stop," she asks between choked sighs. "Tomorrow we have to get up early to go to the airport."

I clear my throat.

"You're right, you should sleep well."

I sit up helping her to do so too; we continue walking holding hands from time to time allowing the waves to wet our feet while we laugh trying to dodge them.

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As soon as we arrive home Pat runs to us; first he stops looking at our intertwined hands, then his smile widens as he understands.

"I told you she would soon be your girlfriend, I told you so," he hugs me enthusiastically and without hiding his happiness, he hugs Isabella too. "Now you are my dad's girlfriend. Why didn't you come earlier? I could have shown off to Charlotte."

"How did it go with your mom?" I ask.

"Same as always. It's boring being with Charlotte."

I hug Isabella's back, resting my chin on her shoulder. Pat has sat down on the couch and is watching us with a smile.

"Dad, Grandma has been looking all over for you. She spoke to Charlotte and asked about you."

I remember all the calls I had ignored making a mental note that I must visit you as soon as I have time.

"Where will we go to celebrate?"

Isabella and I burst out laughing at my son's glee.

"Nowhere, Pat," Isabella replies. "I have to go to the apartment and finish some unfinished business."

Pat wrinkles his nose and Isabella turns to face me.

"I'd better go, it's late and I need to talk to Jessica before she leaves for Forks."

"There's an extra room, you can stay with us," I suggest again, I had already made the same proposition to her during the flight hours.

"No. I'll sleep in the apartment."

I lean close to her ear and whisper:

"I want to show you my room."

She denies.

"Really, I have to go."

I sigh resignedly, I don't want to let her go.

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"What is it, mother?"

Esme throws herself into my arms as soon as I enter the room. I hug her trying to soothe her altered state of mind. She is crying uncontrollably.

"Son, where were you? Why didn't you come?"

"Esme, what's wrong?" I wipe away her tears. "Are you feeling bad?"

"Carlisle left home, he has left me for another woman" she reveals in the middle of crying, nervous and devastated she picks up her hair leaving her face free. "Some time ago he asked me for a divorce, and I tried to give him his moment, you know we have never been good. But since yesterday he said he couldn't stand being with me, that he was in love with another woman and that he would do anything to have her. You should have seen him, Edward, he looked like a teenager making plans to move in with his first girlfriend.

"Did he mention who she was?"

My mother shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head.

"Son, I'm telling you that your father left me for another woman, and you're more interested in knowing the name. For God's sake, Edward, it doesn't matter who she is, what really hurts is that she's gone. Pretty soon the gossip will start about me, everyone will start feeling sorry for me."

"Mom, I need to know if in all this time he's mentioned Isabella to you."

"Isabella?" My mother denies. "What does she...? I don't understand, Edward."

I start walking remembering that Carlisle has stayed away from Isabella in all these months, I have even witnessed his obsession with work and seen him staying late in his office. There has been nothing out of the ordinary in this time, nothing that could make me suspicious of him and his weaknesses.

"That woman must be important," I hear her say in a very low voice, almost to herself. "Carlisle has always been unfaithful by nature, but he's never left home with suitcases."

I cross my arms. Esme looks devastated, not so much by Carlisle's departure from home, but by her self-love being trampled.

I leave a kiss on her head and turn away.

"Where are you going, Edward?"

"To find my girlfriend. I'm going to propose to her to live with me."

There's no way I'm letting her live alone for three months.

Any theories? I'd love to hear them…

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