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Chapter 31

Saturday

BPOV

"Bells?"

There was a persistent tapping on my door.

I groaned and tried to roll over, but found that I couldn't move. My eyes shot open and I blinked, feeling befuddled.

The tapping continued and I heard my dad becoming impatient.

"Isabella!"

I lifted the covers and saw why I couldn't move.

There was an arm around my waist, holding me firmly.

Edward.

I smiled. We were still on our sides, except that I was now facing away from him, my back to his front. He was pressed against me, our legs bent, his arm around my waist, holding me close to him. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back, as he breathed slowly and evenly, his face buried in my hair. I could also feel something hard being pressed against my ass; and blushed slightly when I realised that it was his erection.

My dad was still knocking on my door. What the hell was his problem? I checked my clock and saw it was only seven thirty. Why was he waking me up? It was a Saturday. I gently removed Edward's arm from around me and climbed out of my bed. I staggered over to the door and opened it a little, poking my head out. My dad was still in his uniform, he had obviously just got home from work.

"Yes dad? What is it?" I asked; my voice muffled and thick.

"Whose car is that, parked in our driveway?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

Shit! Edward's car.

"Um...it's my friend's car. I borrowed it."

"Why?" My dad questioned, "What's wrong with your truck?"

"Nothing...Err, Alice gave me a ride over to a friend's house yesterday so I didn't bring my truck...then she fell asleep there and I didn't want to wake her, so my friend said I could borrow their car to go home."

My dad still looked suspicious. That was a disadvantage of having a cop for a father.

"So who is this 'friend' you're talking about?"

Damn it.

"Um..." I couldn't lie, my dad could just check out the registration number to see whose car it really was. Yet another disadvantage of having a cop as a father. "It's Rosalie and Jasper Cullen's cousin, Edward."

My dad stared at me for a moment, his eyes narrowed.

"Well...make sure you give it back to him as soon as possible. But right now, I want it out of the driveway. I need to park my car."

I gaped at him, puzzled.

"Come down and move it. Park it on the street."

I inwardly groaned. Great. Now I had to drive Edward's car.

"Ok, I'll be down in a sec." I mumbled, and closed the door.

I looked at Edward.

He was still fast asleep on my bed, lying on his stomach and snoring softly. His hair was looking an adorable mess, sticking up all around his head. My eyes widened slightly when I saw that he wasn't wearing his white t shirt that he had had on last night, and I could see the well defined muscles in his pale back. I could also see a little black mark on his right shoulder blade. Curious as to what it could be, I moved closer to the bed and saw that it was in fact, a tattoo.

I peered at it, leaning close and tilting my head, trying to figure out what it was. It was a lion, its paw up and its tongue out, inside an oval shape. It was standing on something that had three shamrocks on it and there was a hand above its head. There was a banner underneath the oval with 'Cullen' written on it. What does it mean? I wondered. Then my dad started pounding on my door again.

"Isabella, I want to park the car and go to sleep. I need to wake up in a few hours to go fishing with Billy."

I sighed. I really didn't get why my dad didn't just park on the street. I mean, he was going out in a few hours anyway. I was hesitant to drive Edward's car while he was asleep. What if I accidently scratched it or something? He seemed to love that car.

"I'm coming dad!" I yelled.

Edward stirred on the bed, mumbling something unintelligible, and turning his head to the other side. I chuckled.

I saw his pants hanging on the back of the chair at my desk, his black shirt folded neatly on the seat, and the blue tie lying on top. When did he put them there? I wondered. It must have been while I was asleep. His white t shirt, however, was on the floor next to the bed. He must have removed it sometime during the night, while he was half asleep. He hadn't meant to stay over; I guess he must have just gotten tired and fallen asleep.

I was glad that he did though.

I searched the pockets of his pants for his car keys. His wallet was in there, but no keys. I checked the floor, thinking they might have fallen out or something but they weren't there either. Where did he put them? I opened my closet to take out a hoody and my sneakers, and spotted his leather jacket hanging up on a hanger. I didn't know Edward was so tidy. I guess it made sense, seeing as his car was always spotless. I searched the pockets of his jacket and finally found the keys.

I put on my hoody and sneakers and crept out of my door, careful not to wake Edward. My dad was waiting for me in the hall, yawning widely.

"Dad, I don't get why you can't just park on the street for a few hours. It's not going to kill you, you know." I muttered.

He didn't even bother to reply, and simply walked down the stairs and out the front door.

I looked at Edward's car nervously. It shone in the early morning light, looking as if it had just come out of a showroom. I climbed in the driver's side, inhaling deeply, as the faint scent of his cologne wafted in my nose. I looked at the transmission.

It was a stick shift.

I groaned.

I knew how to drive a stick, but my truck was an automatic, and so was my dad's police cruiser and Alice's Porsche, which were the only other vehicle's I had driven. I wasn't used to driving a stick. My dad was sitting in his car, waiting for me to move. I turned on the engine and was taken aback by the soft purr it made. It was so quiet I couldn't even tell that the engine was on. Whenever I turned the engine on in my truck, the whole street would know about it. I fiddled about with the controls a bit, trying to get used to them a little. Then I took a deep breath and slowly pressed down on the clutch and put the car into reverse. I backed out of the drive slowly, careful not to turn the wheel too soon or I would have crashed into my dad's car. As soon as I had moved the car out, my dad moved his car and parked in the driveway.

I changed the gear to first and accelerated. The car jerked forward. I braked quickly, stunned at how fast the acceleration was. I mean, I didn't even press hard on it. I took a breath again and accelerated slowly down the road, looking for a space to park. The car drove smoothly, gliding on the road as if it was floating. The engine was almost silent and the steering wheel was light. I found myself speeding up a little as I drove down the road searching for a spot. I couldn't see one at all. I made a U-turn at the end of our road and drove back down, still looking for a spot. I couldn't find one. That was why my dad told me to move the car, he probably couldn't find a space too. I found myself speeding up a little more. The car was so sleek, so light, it was hard not to.

No wonder Edward liked to drive so fast.

I drove up and down the road several times, now half-heartedly looking for a parking space. I was quite enjoying driving Edward's car. I saw a car pulling out of a space and driving away, as I raced down the road for the seventh time, and sighed. I didn't really want to stop driving. I parked the car in the space, being extremely careful not to scratch the rims, and got out.

I went back inside the house, no longer tired. I heard my dad's loud snores from his room, indicating that he was already asleep. In my room, I found that Edward was also still asleep. I replaced his keys and decided to go and shower. I was uncertain about whether to undress in my room or not. I mean, Edward was asleep, but what if he woke up, just as I had gotten naked? I blushed at the thought and decided to undress in the bathroom. After my shower, I went back into my room, my towel wrapped around me, to find something to wear. Edward had already seen me in my old sweatpants and t shirt a lot of times now, but I still didn't like wearing them around the house when he was here. I found some pale blue velour sweatpants in my closet that I didn't recognise. They looked pretty small to be my size, and I checked the label and saw that they were a size four. Definitely not mine, I was a size six. They were probably Alice's. I took them out anyway, and took out a white long sleeved shirt, and went back to the bathroom to put them on.

The pants were tight. Very tight actually, and I felt very self conscious of the way my ass looked in them. The pants didn't allow much left for the imagination, and I didn't want Edward to think I was trying to tease him again. I went back into my room to find a different pair of pants. I was searching in my closet when I heard Edward stirring in the bed behind me. I turned around and his eyes were open. He sat up slowly and stretched, and ran his hand through his bed head. He rubbed his eyes and stared at me for a moment, looking baffled.

He looked adorable.

"What...what time is it?" he asked; his voice low and raspy.

I looked at the clock.

"Eight forty five." I told him.

His eyes widened, and he scrambled out of the bed.

"Shit, why didn't you wake me? Your dad's probably going to be home soon."

He stood next to the bed, searching around the room, probably looking for his t shirt - which was right next to his foot.

I eyed his naked torso, my eyes scanning his chest muscles, then his nipples, down to his pecks, and then to the trail of hair under his bellybutton that I had gotten a glimpse of before. My eyes followed the trail down, down to the black boxers he was wearing...

And my face flushed and my jaw dropped as I spotted the huge bulge. Of course I had felt it before, and I had seen it through his jeans. But through his boxers, it was...less restricted.

I gawped at how far it stretched out the boxers.

His eyes met mine as I was ogling him, and he glanced down at himself briefly. His face turned that sweet shade of pink again and he averted his gaze from mine.

"Sorry, I err, can't help it." He mumbled, running his hand through his bronze mess of hair.

I managed to tear my eyes away from his form and was able to think coherently again.

"Um, it's fine." I swallowed, "And my dad's already here by the way. He's asleep."

He blinked at me, seemingly confused again. He was very disorientated in the mornings, I observed. It was endearing really.

I grinned at him.

He began to smile back when he suddenly remembered something and his eyes widened again.

"Fuck. My car. I left it in the driveway."

He moved over to the window and looked out.

"Where is it?" he asked, panicked, his eyes darting up and down the street, "I swear I parked it in the driveway last night."

I sighed. "Edward will you just calm down? My dad saw your car this morning and I told him I borrowed it from you. He told me to move it from the driveway, so I did. It's parked a little further down the street."

He seemed to relax a little. Then turned to me quickly, his eyebrows raised.

"You drove my car?" he asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes.

"I can drive a stick you know." My eyes involuntarily darted back to his bulge as I said this – it was still erect – and we both blushed.

He shuffled where he was standing, once again running his hand through his hair.

"So...your dad doesn't know I'm here right?"

"Of course not." I replied.

"Is it alright if I go to the bathroom? I need to shower...and stuff." he said.

"Sure." I said, "But be quick because my dad's going fishing so he'll probably be waking up soon."

He nodded and went over to the door.

"Oh, and there's some towels in the linen closet next to the bathroom." I told him.

I waited for him until he came back to my room after he showered, then I left him to get dressed and went down to the kitchen to make something to eat.

My dad came down a few minutes later, dressed in his fishing outfit and holding his fishing gear. He came into the kitchen and placed an envelope on the kitchen table.

"This came for you yesterday. I think it's from your mom."

He went out of the front door and I heard him start up his car and drive away.

I leaned against the counter and opened the envelope. Inside there was a return ticket to Phoenix. I frowned. I had totally forgotten that I told my mom that I would go visit her for Spring Break. There was only a week of school left till Spring Break, and I already wasn't looking forward to it, because Edward had told me he was going to stay at his mom's for the whole week. Now I would have to endure another tense visit to Renee as well. I did miss her, don't get me wrong, but I don't know, I just didn't feel welcome when I went to visit, even though that house had been my home for ten years of my life. My mom tried her best to make me feel welcome, but Phil...He wasn't outwardly rude to me or anything, but I just always got the feeling that he didn't want me there, so I always felt uncomfortable.

Thinking of my mom, I suddenly realized that I hadn't spoken to her in a while. Odd, I thought, seeing as she used to phone me at least three times a week. I decided I would call her later on today.

Edward came down into the kitchen, wearing his black pants and white t shirt, his hair damp and smelling of my strawberry shampoo. He saw me holding the ticket, as I leaned against the counter.

"What's that?" he asked, leaning next to me, and I could also smell my vanilla shower gel on him.

"Tickets to Phoenix. My mom sent them."

"Oh." He said, "Why are you looking like that then? Don't you want to go?"

"I do." I said, "Sort of. I mean, I want to see my mom, but...I don't really like my stepdad."

He nodded slowly. "I know what you mean. My mom dated some guy once, when I was younger, about eleven I think. And it was weird, because well, I didn't even know my dad, but I hated that guy. I felt like he was trying to take my dad's place or something. Luckily my mom didn't date him for long." He smiled nostalgically.

I always wondered about his dad. I knew that he had a mom of course, but I had never heard anything about his dad, apart from him telling me that his dad got his cologne from Dubai.

"So...how come you didn't know your dad?" I asked him, cautiously.

"He died the day I was born." He said, in a very matter-of-fact manner.

My jaw dropped slightly. I didn't know how to respond to that. "Oh." I said, "I'm...sorry."

He shrugged.

"I never knew him, so it didn't really affect me. I mean, you can't miss what you don't know."

I glanced at him, and the look in his hazel eyes told me different.

We were silent for a while.

"Should we make something to eat?" I asked after a while, the silence becoming suffocating.

"Sure." He replied.

We made a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and French toast. Edward made the toast and it was delicious. After we had eaten, we sat in the living room, watching TV and talking some more. Then we made lunch together, a grilled chicken sandwich and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

I could see Edward staring at my mouth as I ate the ice cream.

He tried to be subtle, looking down and then glancing up at me from the corner of his eye, but I could still see him. I felt very self conscious and could feel my face growing hot. I couldn't eat my ice cream anymore after a while, and got up to start washing the dishes.

I could feel his eyes following me.

My blush was constant now, as I tried to concentrate on the dishes, instead of thinking about Edward, thinking about his body, the way he looked this morning...

"I'll dry them."

He was suddenly next to me with a cloth in his hands, picking up the dishes I'd just washed.

We were in silence as we washed and wiped, and I was very aware of how close he was standing next to me. Occasionally he would glance at me, and my face would grow even hotter, as usual. By the time we finished washing everything, I was actually feeling really hot. I went over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. Edward was leaning against the counter, watching me.

Why was he staring at me?

My hands shook slightly as I poured the water into a glass on the kitchen table. I could feel Edward's gaze boring into my back. I drank the water quickly and moved over to the sink to rinse the glass off.

I nearly dropped the glass as I felt Edward behind me, his arms around my waist, his crotch pressed into my ass. He leaned forward to my ear and whispered, his voice incredibly seductive,

"Your ass is fucking perfect."

I flushed immediately, heat also spreading rapidly in between my thighs. I let out a shaky breath as I felt his hardness pressed against my lower back.

"These pants." He continued, trailing one hand up my thigh. "Should never be worn outside, because I would probably end up killing every guy that looked at you. And with these pants on, trust me, they would look at you."

My breathing was speeding up now, and I could feel wetness starting to seep into my panties.

He turned me around to face him, and grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. He gazed into my eyes intently, his hazel eyes burning with lust, and I just about melted into a puddle at his feet. He walked me over to the counter, his hands still on my ass, and leaned me against it. He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his erection. It twitched against my thigh. He leaned in close to me, his eyes hooded, his breathing deepened, still gazing into my eyes. He tilted his head and slowly moved forward. He was moving too slow for me. I wanted to grab his head and push his face to mine, but I resisted. Slowly, he moved forward, prolonging the moment...

And the front door opened.

Over Edward's shoulder, I saw my dad walk in, followed by a man with tanned skin and long dark hair, who was also followed by someone else...

A tall guy, his skin also tanned, with short spiky black hair and almond shaped, dark eyes.

Jake.

Author's Note:

This chapter was a bit of a filler. But...there were some important little details in there as well.

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