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I walked into the house, not letting my excitement show on my face; not even letting myself realize what had just happened to me until after I had made dinner and eaten with Charlie. He was always a slow eater, so when I finished rather quickly he dismissed it. It also helped that he was used to me eating small amounts of food while I actually cooked, and therefore usually didn't eat nearly as much as him.

I didn't bother thinking about how I didn't eat as much as I usually did that day.

As soon as I was done with my food, I placed my dishes in the sink and started the water, only to turn it off again when Charlie said that he'd do them tonight. He said I babied him too much.

And so, with that being taken care of, I bade him a goodnight and ran upstairs to take a quick shower and climbed into bed. When I had stared at the ceiling for what had to be at least half an hour, I decided I couldn't hold it in. Bubbles of a different sort were trying to find their way out, and I jumped up out of bed, needing movement.

I then proceeded to jump up and down and giggle like a schoolgirl.

I knew that Charlie could probably hear me-and for that I wasn't too grateful. But knowing him, he'd probably assume that I had gone to bed early and had made the noises in my sleep. I wouldn't have been the first time.

Thinking back to what he had said, it had sounded like he planned on being around me the next day-never mind the fact that it would be Saturday. I jumped into bed and forced myself to calm down. As soon as the fleeting memory of him kissing me passed through my mind, I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Assuming it was the mailman or a delivery, I trudged downstairs to the door, eyes still closed and pajama shorts and t-shirt still on. I opened the door and leaned against the frame, half opening my eyes.

"What?"

"My my, you look dashing." I stood up and my eyes flew open to reveal Edward staring at me with a cocked eyebrow.

"Shit. Come in, I'll be down in a moment." He followed me in and when I reached my bedroom door, he let it be known that he had followed me up. "Um..."

"Keep the t-shirt on. Please?"

"No. If Charlie catches so much as a glimpse of my arms, I'm fucked. I can't chance it." He nodded after a moment, seeming to take that as a good enough excuse. In truth, that was only half the reason. The other half was that long sleeves made me feel safe and warm. And some of them, the tighter ones with the longer-than-necessary sleeves, felt more like a constant hug from a lover than a shirt. With that thought in mind, I grabbed my tightest black shirt. It was my favorite-it was always tight against my skin, alway leaving a silent comfort, and the sleeves went all the way past the first knuckles on my fingers. I donned a pair of sweatpants several sizes too big for me, and opened my door-almost running into Edward at the same time.

"Sorry. Let's go downstairs." I walked calmly to the kitchen where I poured a little cereal into a bowl and ate a light breakfast. He sat quietly until the silence became too much for him.

"So about yesterday..." I nodded. "What do you know about us? Vampires, I mean. Except the obvious."

"Well...Nothing really."

"We drink blood. We have pretty good strength and hearing. And although we can be in the sun, we prefer not to be. It's annoying to our sensitive eyesight. What else...I think that's the basics. So with that being said-"

"Look I don't really care what you are. Just don't suck me dry." I could tell in that moment that he was trying very, very hard not to.