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The sun shined brightly in my room, causing me to hide further under the covers. I squeezed my eyes, praying for more sleep. It was no use; Angela barged into the room loudly.
"Bella, what are you still doing asleep? We have our first class in 45 minutes!"
Oh no. I looked up at the bedside clock, proving that I had slept in. I stood up too quickly, the blood rushing to my head. It was at this moment when I remembered what happened between Edward and I last night. I went clammy at the thought.
"Bella, are you okay? You don't look so well." Angela looked at me with a worried expression.
"No, I'm fine. I'll be ready in a minute."
I rushed to get some clothes on, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked haggard. I quickly found a brush and dragged it through my hair, wincing at the pain. I had a little spare time to check my emails from home, so I set up my laptop. While it booted up, I ran to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Edward was sitting at the table, eating, and he looked up at me.
"Good morning gorgeous," he said with a smile.
The room was hot, and that did not help my overheated body, which had been fine a moment before. He apparently noticed my distress and chuckled quietly to himself. I didn't feel so hungry after all. I turned and headed back to my room, and opened up my email. My stomach churned at the sight of an email from Mike.
Bella-
I miss you already! Don't have too much fun without me. I haven't stopped thinking about you, and I know it's only been 3 days. I love you so much baby.
Mike
I quickly closed the browser, completely disregarding the emails from my parents. I knew my relationship with Mike wouldn't last forever, but I felt horrible thinking about ending it just for some guy I've known for three days. I didn't know what to do. Could I break up with him over email? No, that was wrong; but it had to be done someway. I knew I couldn't resist Edward forever.
I gathered my bag and rushed to find Angela waiting for me at the door.
When we arrived to the class, I couldn't help but notice that Edward wasn't there. We took seats in the back, and chatted with our classmates while waiting for our first French lesson to start.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle." My heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. He had appeared out of nowhere. He smiled that fantastic smile at me, and obviously didn't notice the other girls in the room looking at him. I smiled back warmly, and felt Angela poking me in the back.
"WHO is that?" She whispered violently in my ear.
"Edward, I sat next to him on the plane."
"Lucky!" Angela looked at Edward in approval. The professor then walked in the class, stopping me from replying to Edward.
"Bon matin. Je suis ta prof, et vous étudierez la français pour deux mois," Madame Depardieu explained to our class, and we didn't understand a word. "Good morning, I am your professor, and you will be studying the French language for the next two months. I hope at least some of you will learn something by the end of our lesson today."
The class went by fast, and we learned the basic greetings and numbers. At certain points I would look at Edward to see him staring at me, at which point he would immediately look back to the board, and copy things down, a smile plastered on his face. Each look hit me as hard as the first time I saw him, and I knew I was falling for him.
When it was over, Angela and I made plans to go to the café down the street.
"Mind if I join?" Edward asked expectantly.
"No, not at all," I smiled to him.
He walked by my side, as Angela and Ben walked ahead of us, them in their own little world. Walking with him brought back the events of the night before, and I quieted at the memory. Our kiss replayed in my head over and over, and I wanted more than just walking with him now. I wanted to embrace him; I wanted him to be mine. I couldn't handle being just friends with Edward. That, I knew, was impossible. He seemed to be thinking of the same thing; his jaw was tight, and he was looking straight ahead.
We made it to the café, and the four of us found seats outside on the sidewalk. From there we could observe the culture of Paris, and let the fact that we were actually there sink in. Lunch was accompanied by casual talk, mostly between Angela and me, and Ben and Edward. Though we weren't talking much, Edward had positioned himself quite close to me, and I could feel the heat from his body seep into my veins. When his emerald eyes met with mine, we knew it was time for us to part our ways from the rest of the group. Edward quickly put some money on the table, and grabbed my hand.
He pulled me through the streets, and I didn't say a word. The touch of his hand was electrifying, and I didn't care where we were going. He slowed down at the entrance to a park full of Parisian couples, and he led me through to the entrance. He found a bench, and we sat down, close enough to touch.
The sun hit him, and he became alive as he looked up at me. His eyes were yearning for something, yet he remained silent, only reaching for my hand. Finally he spoke.
"Bella," his voice was ragged with emotion, "I need to know…how you feel…about me." The last part was almost a murmur, and it melted my heart.
It took me a moment to regain my composure, but I answered him.
"Edward, I…don't know how to describe it. We only met a couple of days ago, yet there is this connection we have. I've never felt like this before. Not even with…" I stopped myself before I said his name, but Edward didn't miss it.
"You don't feel this way about your boyfriend?" His eyes searched my face for an answer.
I shook my head, looking off to a fountain in the distance. We sat there for an unknown amount of time, his hand caressing mine.
I felt Edward reach for my face, and he held it, his eyes smoldering through me. He slowly moved closer, his breathing unnatural. My lips burned when contact was made with his, and I threw myself into the kiss. I positioned myself closer to him, closer to the man who created set aflame a fire within me. The closeness was intoxicating, and I found myself running away from reality. I reached up and grabbed onto his bronze hair; his hand pressing into my back.
He pulled away smiling, a look of content plastered on his face. He pecked my lips one more time. I sighed, my head ridden with guilt. But, I didn't listen to my brain. Today, I listened to my heart, and it was saying to be with Edward.
We walked out of the park, hand in hand, at twilight.