"Hermione!" I knew I had fallen. Everything seemed unnaturally clear to me. Edward had kissed me, and I had fallen about two dozen feet. I knew that. I was sure I had fallen, but I couldn't explain why I was suddenly back on the broomstick, hovering in midair, with Edward's pale arms wrapped around me, gripping the handle.
"What…happened?" I gasped breathlessly. I could find no logical reason for me not hitting the ground. He chuckled quietly.
"I was wrong in classifying you as a know-it-all. Hermione, you are a know-it-some," he laughed. I scowled.
"So, what? Can vampires change the past, or something? Did you go back and stop me from falling?" I griped sarcastically. If that were the case, though, and it very well could be, we had never kissed. Edward, however, laughed gaily.
"No, but we are very fast," he chortled. "You honestly didn't see what happened?" he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I shook my head. He laughed again. "After you fell, I jumped down and grabbed you, then I threw you on the broom and we flew away." He paused. "I think I'll keep the kissing on the ground from now on." I sunk back into his icy chest, using all my self-control to keep from shouting gleefully, "We're going to kiss again!" Edward suddenly angled the broom down, and I saw that he was going towards the lake. He pulled up on the broom slightly, stopping it abruptly, and helped me down.
"You're an excellent flier," I complimented shakily. He chuckled and led me to the beech tree before collapsing into a stiff lotus position. He beckoned for me to join him. Cautiously, I stretched out on the cold ground in front of him. His eyes closed, and his thin eyelids looked lavender in the moonlight. Carefully, I reached up and smoothed them down, letting my hands run down, across his face, until they stopped at his lips. Edward instantly relaxed, leaning against the tree. I stared up at him. "I've never felt this way about anyone before," I whispered, somewhat bluntly. He stiffened.
"I love you," he insisted, but it sounded strange, as if he were trying to convince himself that he really did. I didn't mind. I would take it. I pushed myself up, so that I was leaning into his granite neck. He chortled, and bent his neck to kiss me softly on my cheek. He jumped up suddenly, and I almost fell. "Sorry, but we have to get you back to bed. It is late, you know." I sighed and stood up reluctantly, letting him help me onto the broom. We flew away, and I was still marveling at the fact that Edward Cullen, amazing, sweet, sensitive, smart, kind, passionate supermodel vampire, was in love with me. It was hard to comprehend.