The next week Edward made it his job to keep me occupied. We snorkeled (I found out I can hold my breath underwater for 10 minutes). We explored the small jungle and even went cliff diving (much to Edward's dismay). We took walks on the beach as the sun went down and went swimming at night. I tried to swim with porpoises but they would always run away from me. At first I figured he was trying to distract me from the whole sex thing but I was wrong when we had another night of fun three days later after my bruises gotten better.
Soon there was a routine for what we did in the morning and night. The island was also messing with my drinking habit because I have been getting thirstier by the minute, drinking four packs of blood a day. I also had taken in to wearing some of Alice's "choices" to sleep in. I always felt self-conscious every time I stepped out but Edward seemed not to notice much.
Tonight I chose one rather revealing piece made up of black lace. Not even looking in the mirror I walked out. It was amusing though to watch Edward's eyes open wide for a second before he controlled his emotions. "How is it?" I asked, twirling.
"You're beautiful, like always." He shrugged even though I could hear his loud breathing. I rolled my eyes and jumped into bed as he pulled the covers over me and pulled me into him. "You tired already?" I nodded, I have been tired a lot lately. "This place is messing with me."
"You're telling me, you have not been talking in your sleep at all." Not talking in my sleep? It did make sense though. "Not surprising. I haven't been dreaming at all." When I fall asleep there's nothing but the darkness that surrounds me and then I wake up later than usual.
"Goodnight." I heard him whisper as I fell fast asleep.
"If father finds us, we will be dead," I whispered through the darkness.
"Then we shall be quiet." He replied, kissing me softly on the lips as I twisted my fingers in his hair. "I love you Isabelle."
"I love you too, Delix." Soon light appeared, allowing me to look at Edward's face.
I jolted up out of bed. It was just a dream, just a dream. So, why was I crying? "Bella, what's wrong?" Edward asked, alarmed asI felt him dabbing at my stained-red face.
"It was just a dream," I said out loud as the tears came out.
"Was it a nightmare? It was not real." I shook my head. "No, it was a good dream." Was it bad to like it though I called Edward Delix?
"So why are you crying?"
"Because I woke up." I sobbed. Understanding he began chucking as he cleared my face. "I see." I pulled myself to him, somewhat needing his touch to the point of being desperate. "It was a very good dream."
"Why not tell me about it?" He suggested.
"It was dark and, oh Edward." I began crying again, clinging to him.
"What is it?" I didn't answer as some need inside me bursted and I pulled him closer to me, if that was possible, and kissed him. He kissed back, confused at first and then with understanding. "Bella are you sure?"
"Yes Edward, please." I begged the neediness in my tone. He gave me a worry look before kissing me, continuing where my dream left off.