I crawled out of Edward's bed and stretched my stiff body until my arm muscles protested and my fingers reached for the canopy. Edward had left me to sleep in and since his smell lingered so strongly in this room; I think I managed to sleep for full twenty minutes without him before my heart began to ache from his absence.
I knew that Alice was downstairs forcing her family into their wedding outfits to make absolute sure that not a stitch or thread looked out of place, even poor Esme could not escape the torture and was on her third dress. Not that anyone except me truly saw it as torture, for those that had lived with Alice for so long it was merely a quirky inconvenience. Of course my human self-esteem levels couldn't face walking downstairs to such perfect immortal models in my modest pyjamas. I wandered over to Edward's spacious wardrobe and thanked Heavens for Alice. A perfect designer outfit was hung neatly on the back of the door. Perfect because it was my style. Kind of. Loose fitting Calvin Klein jeans and an overly tight Guess shirt with a jewelled crown on the front.
Seeing it on me made the shirt look almost indecent so I looked around at Edward's clothes for a suitable cover-up. His wardrobe was organised like his music: by year and by personal preference. I loved to look through them, they were filled with his sent and reflected his modest personality perfectly. Through out were various sporting uniforms and I settled on a vintage baseball shirt, buttoning it up so that it covered the way my shirt hugged my middle. I liked the way it hung loosely around me and made me look almost athletic. I smiled at my reflection and walked carefully downstairs to the rest of the family.
I was greeted with an extensive breakfast; bought from the local bakery, of course. Alice whirled about the room too fast for my human eyes to see and I was pushing away from the table before Edward escaped and appeared at my side. He pulled my plate from my hand and walked at human pace to the kitchen. I took the hint and followed him, although I knew that these fragile walls were no barrier for vampire ears.
He rinsed the plate with exaggerated movements as I stood next to him at the sink. His stone, cold arm snaked its way around my waist and pulled me firmly to his body and he leant so that his mouth was on my ear.
"Your body." the words barely stirred the air and I had no idea what he meant by them.
"What?" As always when I was confused, intelligent articulation escaped me.
"You asked me once what tempted me more. You body or your blood. Back the it was a tie. Now your body. Always your body. I don't know how there was ever so much competition.
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