I promised another chapter, so here's chapter THREE! Ooh Yeaah. You know you love me for it XD. I hope you enjoy!
Amerie.
I shifted under the blankets and his arm tightened around me, waiting. I stared at him for a long moment, then spoke. "Edward, please…" I pleaded.
"Bella, it's been a month. I've been worrying this whole time. You haven't said one word about it. You never even cried. I know you're hurting, so please, let me help."
His speech was moving – and true. I didn't cry and I haven't cried since.
I debated my next move.
"You want me to cry?" Table's turned now.
He sighed in frustration.
"You should have cried, Bella."
"But I didn't."
"You're bottling it up!" he almost yelled.
I didn't say anything. I racked my brain for ideas on how to avoid talking about Ch-…Dad.
"I'm fine, honest." I smiled innocently.
He didn't buy it.
His perfect face saddened, his mouth twisting downward at the edges, forming a heartbreaking frown.
"This is hurting me – not knowing your thoughts."
That hurt.
"I'm sorry. I just want to get over it. Talking about it will only make that harder…"
He smiled slightly and lifted my chin so that he could look into my eyes. I didn't want to see the pain in his eyes…So, I shut my eyes.
He chuckled.
"Now what are you doing?"
"Sleeping."
I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. I smiled slightly. He tilted his head down and touched his cold lips to mine. He pulled back suddenly.
"You're still breathing…" he noticed.
I smiled and grabbed his hand, placing it on my heart.
I watched a smile broke across his worried face.
"Better," he commented.
I let out a small laugh.
"Your heart is going nuts," he chuckled.
He moved his hand from my heart and placed it gently on my cheek. He kissed me again.
"You love me, don't you?" I asked after he released my lips.
"Yes, I do."
We lay smiling at each other until I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I yawned before I even opened my eyes.
"Good morning," said a familiar voice.
"I love you," I said.
His smile made me suddenly warm against his cold body.
"Why are you so loveable?" he asked.
I didn't answer. Instead, I held his hands in mine and kissed them lightly.
The sound that escaped his perfect lips then sounded more like a whimper than anything else. I looked up.
"Edward?" I noticed the worry in my voice and I'm sure he caught it too.
"It's nothing, Bella," he sounded worried himself.
"Tell me," I commanded. I noticed his eyes were an eerie coal black color.
He didn't answer.
"Now." I added.
"Don't worry abou-"
"Too bad!" I yelled.
He was shocked.
"Bella, please!" It was my turn to be shocked. The tone of his voice was pained. What is going on? He took in my expression.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
"Tell me."
"Not yet."
"When?" I pressed.
"Later." He promised.
"Hmph. You better tell me soon."
"Or?" he challenged.
"Or I'll leave." I didn't mean it.
"Bluff." He answered calmly.
"What? Are you a perfect poker-player too?"
He smirked.
"Actually," he began.
"Shut up." I finished.
"We pouty now?" he asked innocently.
I wiggled from his arms.
"Hmph." 'Pouty' was an understatement.
He frowned.
"I said later."
"Fine."
I turned over and closed my eyes, hoping to go back to sleep.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, clearly amused.
I groaned.
"Sleeping."
"Get up. I want to take you somewhere."
I opened my eyes.
"Where?" My voice was wary.
"It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?" he smiled.
I frowned. Another surprise. Perfect.
He chuckled darkly, as if he could read my mind.
"I'm not going," I said finally.
I noticed, then, that he was no longer next to me. I sat up, searching. I spotted him throwing clothes from my drawers.
"Wha-"
"Get dressed." He threw me some clothes. I pulled the blankets over my head like a 2-year-old.
I heard him laugh.
I felt a slight tug on the blanket and it took me a minute to realize that the blankets were off me completely.
"Edward!" I hissed.
"Come on, we'll be late!"