A/N: Ready for the Charlie attack? Brace yourselves…
We jumped apart from each other so fast she almost fell down the bed. Her panicked eyes probably reflected mine. It was the end of our secret for sure.
"Bella? I'm going to grab a pizza from the diner, do you want something honey?"
My eyes closed in relief and my shoulders sagged. I felt like a runner who was told he could finally sit down and rest. Bella's expression was one of pure panic until she realized her father was not going to burst inside the room.
"Honey?"
"Yes, Dad, get whatever you want!" She shouted in a trembling voice. After hearing the front door close, we both sat back on the bed with alarmed faces.
"How didn't he see your car? I don't get it…" She stammered.
"That's because I parked two streets away. I didn't want to take any chances." I smiled weakly.
"Oh, thank God! I was so happy to see you here I didn't even notice." She grinned back, rubbing my jaw tenderly.
"Baby…as much as I'd love to continue what we were doing, I think it's best if I go now or your father will really find me this time."
She sighed but nodded. She handed me my clothes, humming them stealthily and making me smile.
I got dressed quickly under Bella's heated gaze. After a long kiss, we finally parted after promises to see each other alone sooner than later. Tomorrow was our traditional class rendez-vous and since Bella had entered my life, Tuesdays and Wednesdays had become my favorite days of the week.
When I came back home, I noticed that the front door was left slightly ajar and was immediately intrigued. Mom was very conscious about safety and wouldn't do that so that left only one option. My guess was the right one. I found Emmett and Rosalie sprawled on the couch and sucking each other's tonsils.
I cleared my throat, just to annoy my little brother. It was very comical how they jumped from each other, a little shriek coming from both of them. I stopped laughing when I realized that it could have been Bella and me earlier. We really had to be more careful from now on.
"Hi Edward…" Rosalie mumbled shyly. Curious, I'd never have pegged her for a shy girl. Emmett looked at her, surprised as well.
"Rosalie…" I answered. She fidgeted under my gaze.
"You won't tell, won't you?"
"About what?" I asked, confused.
"About Emmett and me…"
"What, are you ashamed of me or something?" Emmett interjected, his voice hurt.
"No, it's not that at all. I's just I'm not supposed to be dating until my 16th birthday and it's not until July. Dad is pretty strict about that." I smiled because I could relate.
"Don't worry, I won't say a word. You should go though, our mother is going to be back from the supermarket soon and finding you two here unsupervised, hmm…that won't go well."
She gasped and gathered her stuff quickly before kissing Emmett one last time and disappearing through the door.
My brother was left there, with a stupid grin on his face. Did I look like that after seeing Bella? Probably worse.
"Well, my plan worked. Did yours?" Emmett asked curiously.
"Yes, it did." I couldn't help but laugh after Emmett yelled "Fuck yes!" but quickly came to my senses.
"Emmett, you absolutely must understand the seriousness of our situation. We must remain a complete secret until the year is over and until I'm eighteen. Got it, bro? You mustn't say anything, even to Rosalie." I stated, my face stern. He had to understand or it would be a disaster.
"Edward, what kind of idiot do you take me for?" He retorted, his voice offended.
I sighed. It coudn't be about his ego. "Look, I know you're not an idiot but reckless things like you did last time with fake movie night mustn't happen again. I'm sorry to burden you like this but I beg you, Emmett, it's so important."
He looked at me, a smile on his face.
"I would never jeopardize something that's worth so much to you, Edward. You and Mom are my only family now…" He gaves me an awkward hug and swore that he'd be quiet as a tomb.
When I went to French the next day, I was practically giddy and had to plaster a neutral, almost bored expression on my face. The same one all of the other students in the class were displaying. Teenagers could really be assholes sometimes.
The lesson was particularly interesting today. I'm not just saying that because of the theme, though Victor Hugo's work is very rich and varied but my hormonal body didn't care about that. It only saw Bella's tight black skirt and the maddeningly teasing white blouse she was wearing. I could almost feel her breasts in my hands. My eyes met hers several times and I tried to convey all my love, all my desire in them. Those moments were precious, even if we had to hide.
After the class, I stayed for a few minutes under the pretense of discussing the project. I even walked with her in the hall, our faces serious and looking very focused. What people didn't know was the subject of our quiet conversation.
"When you entered the classroom, I got an erection just from seeing you." I murmured, my eyes on her, while showing her a sketch I'd done for the project.
"Fuck…"She whimpered lowly. She pretended to look at the drawing but I could see her hands shaking when they took the paper. "Edward…"
"And when you got closer to me, I smelled you and I wanted to lick you all over." I didn't know where my boldness was coming from. I never used to be like this.
"I wish you would, one day…" She whispered. She looked at me then and her gaze was so hot I got burned. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, feeling wanted like this.
"Oh, I will. I will lick you from head to toes, Ms. Swan. And you know where I'll stay the longest, don't you?"
"Yes…" she moaned quietly, her hand clutching the sketch like a life raft.
"I'll do it too, you know. Lick you. And guess what my favorite part would be." She teased, making me grow again. Even more. Like rock hard.
This was a dangerous game we played often but I loved it. We were very careful and nobody cared about a literature project. Being with her like this, exposing ourselves was risky and delicious at the same time. And knowing we could fool everyone was an extra rush.
Bella gasped suddenly, making me jump. Her eyes were directed to the teachers' room door not far from us and as I followed her gaze, I saw Mr. Grant observing us with a strange expression. When he waved Bella over with a dry "I need to talk to you", I knew we were in huge trouble.
Yes, a cliffie…Leave me your thoughts!
