Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. I'm just playing with Edward and Bella right now.
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Chapter 2 – Wet Panties
After the heart palpitating first kiss I lay there.
With Edward hovering over me, I felt the energy in his room, in this bed-between our bodies- so close.
He was waiting for a response, one that I could not give to him even though he intrigued me. I was caught off guard when he pulled me to his room, to his bed.
Breathing was difficult, I tried to focus. Breathe in, breathe out, I repeated to myself trying to calm my fast beating heart, that raced between our two bodies. Bodies that were not yet touching- I felt the static pull from way within anyway.
"Relax." He whispers. I barely nod.
My eyes are fixed on his emerald green eyes. My mouth is suddenly dry, too dry. I licked my lips in vain; all the moisture in my body has settled at my center. I feel it, the wetness seeping out onto my panties.
He huffs a chuckle that I feel to my core. He's laughing at me. Possibly because he saw my thighs squeeze together ever so slightly.
"What?" I question quietly. My hands grip the comforter at my sides, turning my knuckles white. I'm nervous all of the sudden.
"You." He says, eyeing me with a cocky smirk that could peel paint from the wall and panties from a girl's body. "You're nervous. Do I do that to you?"
"Um no." I mutter. I lied.
"Then this is okay?" He raises one eyebrow at me questioning the position he has me in.
I shrug, my eyes alternating from his gorgeous green gaze to his luscious lips that most likely taste of the vanilla cigarillo he previously smoked.
His tongue peeks out from behind his teeth and lick slightly over his bottom lip. His body still hovering over mine, yet not touching me at all, the tension is unbearable.
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Would you be nervous in Edward's bed?
Would you tell him that the position he had you in was okay?
Would you take control or just wait for his next move?