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He stands from the bed slowly, his eyes roaming up my body until they reach my eyes. He takes a step towards me, his eyes moving to just behind my shoulder as he speaks lowly into my ear.
"No phone calls, and don't answer the door."
With that, he walks off into the bathroom. A moment later I hear the water running. I take a deep breath and turn around taking in the room. My eyes immediately spot the dresser and mirror directly behind me. There is a small table next to the dresser with two mismatched chairs and a green stain glass chandelier hanging above it. There is a small box TV sitting on a rolling stand by a small closet just outside the bathroom and the full size bed is sandwiched between two night tables. One table holds a lamp and an outdated alarm clock, while the other also has a lamp and a telephone.
I contemplate turning the TV on, but I'm too tired to look for the remote. Instead I walk over to the full size bed and pull back the maroon floral print comforter and stark white sheets. The pillow is flat and doesn't offer much support, but once I've wrapped the bedding around me, I realize how wiped out I am. I close my eyes and drift off to the sound of the pitter patter of rain hitting the large window situated next to the door.
We never discussed sleeping arrangements, and other than the few directions he issued earlier no other words have been said. I don't know how long I am asleep before I sit straight up gasping for breath. He is next to me in an instant, kneeling beside the bed and running his warm hand up and down my arm saying "its ok, I'm here, you're safe." I realize my face is wet with tear as my breathing evens out. I don't recall the nightmare I just had, but I can take a guess at what it could have been.
I give a slight nod of thanks to him before I lay back down. He tucks me back in and returns to his spot in the chair he pulled up the window. He sits back, staring out into the parking lot through the slight gap in the curtain. His gun is in his hand that rests in his lap.
I watch him for a while, unable to fall back to sleep. The light from passing cars glides across his face periodically. His feet and chest are bare. Just the dark sweatpants that ride low on his hips keep him covered. He drops his foot from the windowsill where he had it propped up before he takes a deep breath and turns to look at me.
"You talk in your sleep." He says softly, a slight smirk on his lips.
I'm too embarrassed to respond, but I lift my hand and wipe my eyes with the back of it. His shoulders drop as he takes another deep breath before he stands, abandoning his look out post and walks around to the other side of the bed. I feel the covers lift and the bed dip. My breath hitches when his warm hand finds my hip, pressing into it, making me turn to face him. I willingly allow him to pull me closer so that my head rests on his shoulder and his arm wraps around me, holding me to him. His hand runs up and down my arm warming me and soothing me, despite the goosebumps that spring up and the acceleration of my heartbeat.
He flinches slightly when my hand rests on his stomach and I snuggle impossibly closer. Although we both used the same soap he smells so different – earthy, manly. I pull in a deep breath of his scent and my eyes close again falling back to sleep feeling safe in his arms.
The sound of a moan startles me wakes hours later. It only takes me a moment to realize that the sound came from me.
I'm on my side, my leg up and over Edward, who is also on his side. His face is pressed into my chest, one arm is wrapped around my back, the other my hip. His right hand is gripping my ass pulling me into his undulating hips. My hands, which have been running through his hair still as I moan again, feeling his hard member thrust against me.
He freezes as the sound of my moan wakes him. I feel him gasp and the hand on my ass pulls away slightly.
"Don't stop."
The words are out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop them.
He pulls back further, looking up and into my eyes. His face shows embarrassment and discomfort. I'm not sure what mine shows, maybe disappointment? His mouth opens and closes as he tires to find words. Our bodies are still tangled together and I feel him twitch against me.
"Please." I beg, biting down on my bottom lip. My hands drop from his hair down to his shoulders trying to pull him closer to me as my hips roll against him. I see his eyelids flutter and his jaw drop making his mouth form an 'O' as a pant escapes his lips.
"I just need…" my words are cut off by his mouth as it attacks mine, plunging his tongue in to dance with mine. His thrusts hit me harder as both of us gasp and moan. His hand digs into my hip as it rises to meet each of his thrusts. The feel of him bringing me closer and closer. I roll my hips again allowing him to hit just where I need him to. My hands tighten on his shoulders as my orgasm shudders through me making me quiver and pant. A few more thrusts and I hear him curse as he trembles against me.
He places one last, sweet kiss on my lips before he untangles himself and disappears into the bathroom. I hear the faucet briefly as I lay there spent, sated, and completely confused. He comes back into the room a moment later wearing the jeans and shirt from last night. I sit up and watch him pull on his boots.
"Be right back." he says over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
My mouth opens not understanding what just happened, or what I'm supposed to do. After a few minutes I leave the comfort of the bed to use the bathroom and finger brush my teeth. Going to bed with wet hair has not done me any favors I see as I look myself over in the mirror. I strip out of the borrowed clothes, piling them on the counter, and hop in the shower.
I stand there letting the water fall over me for a moment before once again washing from head to toe. Rinsing off quickly I pat myself dry and wrap myself with towel. I stand at the counter looking at Edwards clothes I wore last night. Deciding to sport my own clothes today, I leave the bathroom in search of them. As I make my way back into the room, Edward comes in through the door with a white plastic shopping bag and a tray with two coffees.
We stand frozen, staring at one another for a moment before he clears his throat.
"I just grabbed a few necessities." He says, shutting the door and tossing the plastic bag on the bed. I head over to inspect his purchases as he places the tray of coffee on the table. I pull a hairbrush out of the bag saying "thank you."
"Your welcome." He says, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. As I go to pull out another item, his eyes go wide and he yanks out a gold box from the bag before disappearing into the bathroom muttering an "excuse me".
I dump the bag onto the bed revealing a toothbrush, a package of hair ties, a travel size deodorant and a double pack pair of black boy short style underwear.
Using Edwards's absence to my advantage I rip open the underwear, pulling on a pair then grabbing my dry clothes that have been neatly folded on the dresser I clip on my bra, and am just pulling my sweater over my head when I hear Edward clear his throat again. I finish dressing quickly, keeping my eyes on the task at hand. After lacing up my boots I stand to see Edward with his duffel bag in hand.
"We should get going." He says, not meeting my eyes.
"Uh, ok." I say, turning and putting the items back into the bag. I pull my hair up and secure it with the hair tie Edward purchased as he hands me one of the coffees. I take it saying "thank you" yet again.
This time he meets my eyes, his cheeks a slight pink as he gives me a small smile before saying "your welcome."
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