Bella P.O.V.
He kept driving, looking over at me occasionally, and smiling strangely when he did. I was beginning to get suspicious. When we arrived, he helped me out of the car, as always, and threw me on his back. He seemed to be in a hurry-more than usual, that is.
"What's the big hurry?" I asked, accusations dripping thick.
"Oh, nothing."
And with that, he had the lift off, and I could no longer question him without choking myself with a sudden intake of air. We got to the meadow, and sat in the grass, the same way we had on our first visit here. I felt like a drug dealer. We come to 'the place' that nobody else knows about. We exchange secrets here, and no one else dares interrupt. Whatever.
"Edward?"
"I something wrong, love?" He looked over at me, concerned.
"Well yes, just a bit. It's about that thing I couldn't tell you earlier. The thing about Jacob. You see he's-"
"Imprinted, I know." What the? How did he find out? I hope he can't suddenly read my mind. If he could, then there were a bunch of things that I needed to learn to hide from him.
"You can't read my mind can you?" I was starting to feel panicked, until he laughed that is.
"No silly. I couldn't read your mind even if I tried with all of my might. Which I wouldn't because I know you like to keep your secrets in your head," he said this and tapped my forehead. I blushed a dark crimson and ducked my head down. "I love when you blush."
"I know. But you never told me how you found out about Jake imprinting."
"Well, he kinda just told me. I asked and he told. After a lot of persuasion, that is."
"Oh. Well if he told you, then I can vent on you about it." I grinned evilly and he gulped.
Edward's P.O.V
Oh crap.