"Now don't overreact," Edward warned as he tentatively began lifting up the hem of his T-shirt.
After days of pleading and moaning I'd finally persuaded Edward to let me see his tattoo.
"Oh God, it's infected isn't it? That's why you don't want me to see it!" I shrieked.
I felt sick with worry imagining the damage to Edwards beautiful skin, but while I was having a near breakdown, the man in question chuckled. He actually chuckled.
"Bella, will you calm down. It's not infected. See for yourself," he assured me.
When I met Edwards gaze his earlier worry was gone, replaced with what I could only describe as a proud little smile.
Okay, now I really was worried.
AN: Don't panic the next chapter will follow shortly, I promise.
Reviews have fallen over the last few chapters, but hopefully I haven't lost some of you along the way:(