Author's Note: I do not own Twilight. Twilight and all of the characters are the creation of Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.
Hey everyone! I am leaving early Saturday morning, the 7th, for vacation and I will not be able to update until, AT THE EARLIEST, August 16th. I will still be writing while I'm gone, though!
Wish me luck as I go to Hogwarts in Orlando, Florida! ; )
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I woke to the sound of my door creaking open. Aggravated, I cracked my eyes open and looked at my digital clock on my nightstand. It was one in the morning. Who would be coming in my room at one in the morning?
Being my paranoid self, I sprang up in my bed to see Parker in my room. I gasped.
"Sorry I startled you," he said.
I nodded. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing in my room at one in the morning?" I asked.
He laughed. "Yeah. This might sound awkward, but I was going to watch you sleep. When you're sleeping, your heart rate is slower and..." he paused. "If I want to stay with you, I need to get used to your scent and not want to hurt you..."
"You aren't going to hurt me, are you?" I asked quietly.
He face grew dark. "I am going to use all of my will power NOT to hurt you." He sat down on bed and he looked really upset. I reached over and held his hand. This had to be hard on him, being near me and my... blood scent... It was weird for a human to think about.
But there was a part of me that wanted to feel more than just his hand on my hand. I wanted to feel both of his hands roam my body. My legs, my sides, my back, up to my hair, where his fingers would slide through my hair and his face would move towards mine. I wanted to taste his soft lips on mine and have them trail to my ear and down my neck...
"Alex? Are you okay?" Parker asked. "You were staring off into space."
"S-sorry," I stammered. "I'm fine."
"Really, angel, what's wrong? I can't read your mind like that Edward fellow, but I can see it in your face. Something is wrong," he said.
I blushed. I couldn't tell him what I had been thinking about...
Instead, I ran my thumb along his jaw line and traced his lips. Slowly, I started to move closer to him but before I could get any closer, he stuck out his hand.
"Stop," he said. "I-I can't, Alex. At least not now..."
I sat back against the headboard. "Sorry... I shouldn't have... that was stupid..." I paused as a tear went down my cheek. "I'm sorry..."
Parker put his head in his hands. "You're not the one who should be apologizing," he muttered. "You don't know how much I wish I could kiss you good night, every night. I wish I could hold you in my arms and snuggle close to you. I want to kiss you, right now, but I just don't have enough control right now," he said. "And I'm sorry."
I nodded, trying to blink back the tears. I wouldn't cry. I would be
strong.
Parker smiled at me with that grin that makes me melt. "Carlisle told me how strong you are. I agree with him wholeheartedly."
He closed his eyes and kissed my hand. I grabbed his hand and did the same. He grabbed my hand and stroked it, then his hand slid up and down my arm as he had done before. I sighed in contempt. We sat like this for a few minutes until I yawned. The feeling of Parker's hand on my skin almost made me forget how early it was. Well, it was early for me because I actually sleep.
"You should probably go to sleep now," Parker said. He kissed my hand. "Goodnight, my angel."
"Goodnight Parker," I replied.
I laid back down under the covers and quickly drifted to sleep.
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It was a short chapter, but whatever. Hey, it's better than nothing! Will Parker be able to stand the night in Alex's room? You'll just have to wait and find out...