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Bella and I got of the car in front of Maggie's house as quiet as we could. But Bella found the thought of sneaking in ridiculous and it made her laugh, and I kept having to tell her to be quiet, but she wouldn't stop.
It made me laugh too.
So I shushed her as we entered the house, Bella burying her face in my chest. She was still laughing.
"Bella, we have to be quiet before-"
"Maggie hears you?" The lights turned on, and Maggie was standing there, a mug in her hands, peering down at a magazine in her lap. I never felt so busted in my life, that was for sure. I didn't even remember the last time I had gotten in trouble for coming in too late.
"Never mind Bella," I said flatly.
"And you couldn't call?" she stared at me. I felt guilty, because, well, I could have.
"Sorry. I really am. I know I should have called but, we were sort of busy," I said with a shrug.
"Oh, right. Sorry. Didn't mean to be worried while you were having sex, Edward Cullen. You are ridiculous.
"Maggie," Bella said. "Please don't be sad. Because we were on a date. And Edward took me to the fair, and then we went to this meadow and we stayed there for a while. Please don't be mad," Bella said. She even pouted a little bit.
"Just . . . don't do it again while you're here, okay?" Maggie said. I think she fell under Bella's spell. I smiled.
"Night, Mags," I said. She waved us away, and I took Bella up to my bedroom.
I kicked off my shoes and socks, standing by my dresser. I started taking the shit I had in my pockets out-money, wallet, unused fair tickets. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing. I was tired.
"Oh, Edward, that was so much fun," she said with a laugh. "But I can think of something funner," Bella said as she stripped from her clothing. She wore white boy shorts and lacy blue bra. It was immensely hot.
"What?"
"Well, I'm starving, so I think we should save face by going to get something to eat. Maggie should be sleeping in the next twenty minutes or so; she woke up and found out we weren't here. That's why she waited for us."
I stared at Bella as she ran her brush through her hair, sitting cross-legged on the the edge of the bed. Then she took a towel and wiped her face with it, taking off all her make-up. And there was the girl I was in love with.
I thought Bella always looked best when she first woke up-it was pure unintentional beauty. Not to mention she had raging sex-hair with out trying. She was just that hot.
"How do you know that, Bella?" I asked. She laughed.
"She was wearing pajamas and the coffee she looked like she'd been sipping on was completely fresh. And the magazine was opened to the first page-the table of contents. No actual woman read the table of contents until they've already gone through the magazine at least once. Then she went back to ready an interesting article, but got caught up by the headlines. Cosmo's filled with things that just make you stop and read." She giggled. She kept brushing her hair, the soft strands falling over her creamy white shoulder's. "And her hair was slept on . . . Edward, what are you staring at? I'm not even naked," she said.
I smiled and laid next the her on the bed. "For your information, you're not only gorgeous when you're naked," I said to her.
"Good to know," she said. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, she came back dressed in a blue and black baby doll that barely covered her bare sex. The cups that held her magnificent breasts were a light blue, and everything else was sheer "But I think food can wait, especially since I'm so fucking ready for something completely different," she murmured. I could have fucking creamed my pants.
"Edward, I hope you don't think you're going to take me on the bed. I prefer against the wall," she said, her voice dropping dramatically, dripping with hard core sex. I don't think she ever intended to sound like a phone sex operator, but I think it just came natural to her.
"Edward, come here," she said with a sweet voice and cute, pretty smile, "and fuck me like I'm a porn star," her voice turned dirty again. She slipped her finger over her sex, making it wet with herself and then she slipped that same finger in her mouth, and giving it one long suck. Oh fuck me, man. I could think of other things she could suck if she was in that kind of mood.
I stood up, walking over to her and taking her body in my arms. I roughly turned her over, pressing her against the wall, so that her back was pressed against my chest. She hit the wall with a thud, and she giggled. She moaned as I ran my hands down her body, feeling her smooth, naked skin underneath her sin of a little outfit. Naughty, naughty.
"Oh, Edward," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me just like this." I smiled and let my fingers skimmed the skin of her stomach, going lower and lower, until I reached her heat, where she was indeed ready for just about everything I was going to do to her.
I slipped a finger inside of her wet, hot pussy, my thumb rubbing against her clit. She gasped and moaned. Her fingers scratched at nothing on the wall, and she made those weird mewling noises I loved so much.
"Unh, yes, please, yes," she moaned, pushing her hips against my hand. I liked to see her writhe. It made the fucking so much more better. I pulled out when I knew she was close to her orgasm.
"Hey!" she said. I smiled against her skin, motioning with my hand against her body for her to spread her legs. She did.
I pulled off my shirt and unbuckled the belt to my jeans, getting undressed. Bella was about to take the baby doll off, but I stopped her.
"Uh-uh. That stays on," I said. She turned around and faced me. "Face the wall Bella. You have no privileges."
She giggled. "Right."
I went up behind her and let my cock tease her entrance. She whimpered.
"Please, just do it," she said. She pushed back, her ass coming into contact with my dick. I laughed.
"So eager," I said.
"Yes, I am."
Then I slipped inside of her and she sighed, and then I let the fucking begin. I slammed my cock into her, hearing the erotic sounds of our skin smacking against each other because she was so wet. Such a fucking turn on.
Bella grunted as she hit the wall, bracing her self with her hands. I could feel her fingers graze my balls as she played with her clit.
"Oh, fuck yes," she said. She slammed her hips back towards mine, letting me bury myself to the hilt in that glorious heated pussy that she had going on. I reached forward and grabbed her tits, feeling her nipples harden even further.
She chanted, "Yes," over and over again, as my hips met her ass over and over again. I just closed my eyes and set my jaw, relishing in the feeling of my hot ass girlfriend around my cock.
"Uh, uh, uh," Bella sighed over and over again. But then I stopped abruptly and she whined. I pulled out. "Again? Really?" she asked. "Because if you don't want to fuck me I'm perfectly capable of fucking myself." She turned around and raised and eyebrow. I grinned at her, pushing her against the wall. I lifted her leg, hitching it over my hip.
"You talk to fucking much sometimes, Bella," I said, and then I pushed my cock into her pussy, continuing what I'd been doing already: fucking the shit out of her. Bella wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up so I could truly fuck her against the wall. She made grunting noises as I thrust into her, and held me close. She breathed hot and wet against my neck, my hands firmly gripping her ass. Man she was so good. So tight, so good, so wet.
We'd had sex for two hours at the meadow, and she still wanted more? Man, this was my kind of girl. She was my girl period.
I thrust harder in her her, and she just went completely silent, until her pussy squeezed tight against my cock, and she shuddered in my arms as she came. She said my name as she climaxed, and then I followed right after her. I was hot and sweaty, and could have used a shower, but I just wanted to hold Bella for a minute longer. Just a second longer.
And then I put her down and led her into the bathroom. I turned the water on, checking the temperature before I pulled us both back inside. Bella immediately began to wash her body, but I just stood underneath the water spray, thinking of nothing in particular, and everything at the same time.
"You're tense again," Bella murmured. I hadn't even noticed that her hands were flat against my back. "What are you thinking about now?" Her fingers went up into my hair and then back down over my shoulders. She pressed her body to mine in a hug.
I shrugged. "I'm not thinking about anything. I'm just tired Bella. It's gotta be four in the morning. I could use some sleep, you know," I said. She laughed. I yawned. I was definitely beat.
"I do know. That's why, I'm going to go downstairs and make us some sandwiches, so we can eat, and then we can sleep. 'Kay?" She looked up at me, her eyelashes stuck together from the water, her hair, a darker color, sticking to her creamy white skin. It was things like that that made her beautiful. Not hot and completely fuckable, but cute and beautiful, and the girl I loved..
"Okay."
BPOV
I stepped out of the shower, leaving Edward alone after I rinsed myself off, and then I pulled on a pair of black sweat pants and a tight blue t shirt. Comfy pajamas. I wrapped my hair in my towel so I didn't drip water everywhere, and went downstairs to the kitchen. I made Edward and myself some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and then made the hot chocolate, dropping marshmallows into the mugs. I put it all on a tray, being as quiet as I could be, and then carried it all upstairs. Edward was picking up clothes from the floor and putting them in a pile in the closet. I set the tray on the bed, sitting cross legged, beckoning for him to come over to me. He lay in front of me, taking one of the sandwiches, the one without the crust because he hated crust. But I loved it, so I ate it when I cut it off downstairs.
"I love it when you do that for me," he said.
"I know. That's why I do it."
He smiled and ate his crust-less sandwich, and so did I, but each time he got peanut butter or jelly on his face, I would just reach out my hand and wipe it off like nothing, licking my finger innocently, and then go back to eating my sandwich. We drank our hot chocolate in silence, and Edward shifted so that his head was in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, running my fingernails over his scalp, just thinking about Edward himself.
I remembered the first time I met him. A slacker, drug user, always thought about sex and always went to parties. Just us being together changed a lot of that. I know he hadn't done coke in a while, and he barely ever went to parties, and he had goals in his life. Albeit, they weren't solid yet, but he was think about the future, and that was good for him, because that meant he wanted to change for the better instead of being the worst.
And he said he wanted to marry me. That was the best part of Edward.
"What are you so smiley about?" Edward asked me.
"You," I said. He laughed.
"I am a good thing to smile about." I leaned down and kissed him Spiderman style, and then laughed myself.
We got ready for sleep, finally winding down at around five. I lay on my stomach, and so did he, and we just lay there, staring at each other in the dark. I didn't know what was running through his head, but once I closed my eyes, he said, "I love you Isabella," and then I fell asleep.
The next morning was actually well into the after noon. And Edward wasn't here.
There was a not taped to the bathroom mirror.
I left to get some things from the store. Be right back.
So I peed and then washed my face and brushed my teeth, brushing my hair. I stretched my body and yawned, noticing my body was sore. No sex today. I laughed at how impossible that was. We were built around sex.
But we'll see.
I went downstairs and poured myself a glass of milk and had a cookie. The front door opened and I left the kitchen to see who it was. It was Edward. He was carrying a tray from Starbucks in one hand, and a white calla lily in the other. He offered them both to me. I smiled.
"You are such a great boyfriend," I said to him. He leaned down and gave me a kiss and then I proceeded to the living room to eat my breakfast bagels and drink my iced coffee.
Edward sat next to me, watching television as I ate. I offered him some between bites, too tired to finish the rest. I felt some where in between that my muscles had been bulldozed, and like a jelly fish. I just wanted to chill in the sun for a little while and make out a little bit with my boyfriend. But to say that this Sunday afternoon had been amazing and exciting would be over-exaggeration. That Sunday after noon, Edward and I did nothing but sit on the couch and watch TV, except to get up and pee, or to make an early dinner and eat it. It consisted of cereal and brownies.
We watched practical magic and then soon enough, Maggie came and joined us as we were snuggled on the couch. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and settled with her mug of coffee.
"Bella, darling," she said. "A young man came by the office at school today. He wanted me to give you this." Maggie handed me a plain white envelope, my name written in elegant script. Edward sat up from my lap, and I opened the envelope.
There was a sheet of white paper in there, and I took it out, reading the vaguely familiar handwriting.
If you thought that I wouldn't find you, you must be out of your mind. I know where you are, at every moment of the day. When you're with the boy, when you're with your roommate, when you're alone. And I hope you anticipate another visit. I did enjoy our talks. . . you were always so smart, sweetie. So very beautiful, so nice to fuck. Isabella, I just wanted to let you know that you can't stop me. And neither can you're father. Policeman or not. No one will ever stop me. And eventually, you'll realize that you want me back. And I'll make love to you then. But for now, it'll be nice and rough. Just like you like it.
Love, James.
I started to hyperventilate. And have a panic attack. And suffocate. Maggie took me off the sofa and laid me on the floor, he fingers taking my pulse while she looked at her watch. She left and brought a glass of water, and patiently waited by me. I watched Edward, as he read the note. I could see the fury in his eyes.
"He's planning to do it again! Are you fucking serious?" he said.
"Do what?" Maggie asked. "Who?"
Edward explained what happened during last summer, my encounter with James, and how he had a woman bring me back to health. I wasn't going to go through that again. Not again.
"Edward, I can't do it," I whispered. I was intensely paranoid. I felt like something was going to come out of nowhere and take me, take me away from where I was. And I didn't want to go anywhere.
"Nothing is going to happen, sweetie," Maggie said.
"How can you be so sure of that when in two short days, I'll be back in Arizona, completely vulnerable to everything. Where he can get me?" I said to her.
"Sweetie," Maggie said. "I lie to parents for a living. Allow me to handle this," she said. She pulled out her phone. "Give me your mother's phone number," she said to me. I recited it by memory. She hit the call button and then slipped the phone to her ear. Edward muted the television, and Maggie put the telephone on speaker.
"Hello, Dwyer residence, Renee speaking," my mother answered. I recoiled a little bit.
"Hi. This is Magdeline Siobahn from Annette Marie's School for Girls. I was reviewing notes from Cara Anne's Academy for Academics, and I notice that your daughter's notes would be a wonderful addition to our school. Because we have an art program that I think she would fit into perfectly," Maggie said brightly.
"Oh, really? That's wonderful. And the Academics there?" my mother said. She was already considering. Which was a very good thing.
"We are number one in the state, with test scores the fall off the charts. Your daughter will excel in academics here at Annette Marie's."
"Well, that seems wonderful. And tuition? What's the cost?" my mother asked.
"It's fourteen thousand a year, but a few of my colleagues and I have talked about a scholarship, and since it's for the arts, it will lower the cost of tuition tremendously, leaving it at a cost of two thousand five hundred." Maggie was really working this.
"Well, this sounds incredible. I'm so very happy you reviewed Isabella's notes," Renee said. I rolled my eyes and leaned into Edward. He rubbed my arms and then kissed my shoulder. He made me calm.
"We're glad to have Isabella as a student."
"Okay. Well here's my fax number, send me the information and forms I have to sign."
"No problem. Have a nice day Mrs. Dwyer."
"You too, Ms. Siobahn."
And then Maggie hung up. She smiled. "Your mom is going to sign the papers and return them. She's going to call you and tell you that you're going to a different school. You'll be disappointed, blah, blah. And then, she'll either do one of two things. She'll ask you to buy your own ticket, or she'll buy one for you and see you at school. One will work for us, and one against. You can see which, since you're here in Chicago and not in Arizona-"
"Shit, that's my phone upstairs," I said. I raced to get there before the ringing stopped and my mother got suspicious or something. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and answered it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi, Isabella," my mother said. "I got a call from a wonderful school in Chicago. They want you to go there instead of the one in Arizona. It's because you're such a wonderful artist, darling," she said.
"But Mom, I like the school that I'm at already," I whined. So what if I was lying. I just didn't want to die.
"It doesn't matter because I'm going to send you there anyway. I'm out of tow right now, but I assume you can buy your own plane ticket and get yourself to Chicago by yourself," she said. I smiled.
"I'm pretty sure I can."
"I want you there by Tuesday. And I will call and check on you," Renee said in a condescending tone. I just wanted to laugh.
"Okay-" The line went dead, cutting me off.
I trotted downstairs. Edward and Maggie looked up at me. I shrugged. "She bought it," I said. "But I don't get how I'll be safer here than in Arizona," I said.
"Well, that proves to be a bit of a challenge, but you can live here, with me. That way, you have an adult in the house. And I could have Laurent move in too . . ." She trailed off, but I inquired.
"Who's Laurent?" I asked.
"He's my boyfriend. I've been with him for ten years," she said with a smile.
"Then why don't you get married?" I asked.
"Because I don't feel like it. But he's a good man. He'd protect you if I asked him to."
"So what, kind of like a body guard?" I asked her. She nodded. "Sure. Kind of like that. But instead of like Edward, living at school, you'll come here and go to school there," she said.
"Oh." I was kind of relieved I didn't have to live with another chic and go through all of the introductions all over again. And I think living with Maggie and her boyfriend would be fun. And I didn't have to die for a month, thinking that I wouldn't get any sex at all.
But aside from all of that, I was scared to be alone. I mean, I had been alone this morning when Edward had left me. I could have been attacked then. Thank God I wasn't, but still you know.
I sat on the sofa and ran my fingers through my hair. Great. Now I had to be babysat at all hours of the night, and day for that matter.
"It's really a good idea. And I was mainly practically doing it for Edward. I knew, even without my help, he would have thought of something to keep you in his sight for the rest of your life," she said. I smiled. "You look tired Bella. Go take a bath in my bathtub," she said.
"What the difference from the one upstairs?" I asked.
"Mine has jets. And I have a collection of bubbles and bath salts." She smiled at me. "Come on. You need to wind down and stopped being so paranoid."
It was easy for her to say. It hadn't really sunk in for her yet. Of course I was going to be paranoid. James was intent on raping me again. He'd said so in the fucking note. And even though I was perpetually safe for the meantime, I knew I couldn't hide from him forever.
I stripped my clothes, realizing I'd have to quit my job. I did have a lot of money save up. It was all in an envelope in my jewelry box. Thousands of dollars. I'm thinking I might need that cash.
Maggie took a look at my body and raised an eyebrow. "Chickie, as much as sex is good for the soul and the heart and the body, you are going to wear yourself thin," she said to me. I smiled.
"Have you seen Edward?" I said rhetorically. "It's kind of hard to keep my hands off of him," I said. She laughed. "And besides, I can't help it." I really couldn't.
"Well. I'm in no place to tell you to stop, but you can get a UTI from having too much sex," she said.
"I know. But it's been ten months or so, and I think I'm good. The only thing is that it's more of a work out. It's only when he makes love to me that I can relax. Fucking just takes too much energy."
She laughed heartily. "I know what you mean. It feels great then, but the next morning it's killer."
I smiled. Maggie ran a bath for me as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was hot. I was getting a lot more definition in my ab area and my biceps were as hard as rocks.
"I think I should get a tattoo," I said.
"Of what?" she asked.
"I don't know. I'll check tumblr for ideas. But, I'm thinking about the words "Ha ha" somewhere. A chick had it tattooed on her wrist. I think I might want it there too. Or maybe my initials. Or maybe Edward's initials . . ." I trailed off, noticing I also needed a wax in certain places.
"Edward's initials?" Maggie asked me.
"Yeah, sure why not? And even if we did break up, I wouldn't regret it, because he's the best thing that ever happened to me." I giggled. "And I think he'll like the fact that I branded myself to him."
Maggie laughed. "Come on girlie. Get inside."
The water was almost too hot to stand, but it just felts o right. So very right, and I never wanted it to be wrong. I sat unmoving, as Edward walked in and Maggie walked out.
"You look like your in heaven," Edward said. And suddenly, I wasn't paranoid anymore.
"I am," I moaned out. He laughed at me. And I could have cared less. I looked up at him, at his gorgeous green eyes, at his wild bronze hair, at his perfect face, his perfect body.
I just admired.
"I want a tattoo," I said.
"Of what?" he said.
"Your initials."
"Oh."
"Oh?" That's all he could say? Oh?
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
He smiled. It was a very arrogant, contemptuous grin. "Where?"
I smiled back. "Where do you want it?" I asked him.
"Somewhere where no one but me can see it," he said. His green eyes sparkled wildly.
"You're dirty Edward," I said with a gigantic smile.
"That may be, but you like it anyway," he said. I laughed.
"I do," I said. Edward chuckled and sat next to me, his back against a tub. "Edward, tell me your dreams," I said. "Tell me your desires and you goals, Edward."
"Well, let's start with my desire, not desires," he said, mocking me. "You are my desire. And that's it. Wow," he chuckled. "That was easy," he said. I laughed at him.
"No, really," I said.
"Well, before I met you, I wanted to be a musician. I play the guitar and the piano, you know."
"No, I didn't." Now, somehow, I needed to get him to play for me. Play anything.
"Well, yeah. And so when I was a little kid, I wanted to play in an orchestra, for the cello or the violin. Something great you know. But then I got mixed into all that shit with Alice and everyone, and it just became something in the back of my mind. And now, I want to be a doctor. Doesn't help that I ditch biology, but I hope to become a pediatrician or something," he said. His voice was so smooth, so reminiscent. I loved it.
"And sure, I want to marry you too," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I just want to be normal. Just a normal guy with a normal girlfriend and a normal life. And then you know, just live."
I smiled to myself. Sure. That sounded perfect. To be in Edward's perfect normal life. I wanted that. Hell yes, I wanted that. I wanted him, and nothing would deter me away from that.
After my really long bath, Edward laughed that I was all red. And I was, because the water had been really hot. But after a while, I just felt really relaxed, so I didn't care. Edward cooked me scrambled eggs at my request, and we ate in the grass out side, watching the sun fall behind the horizon. When it was dusk, Edward said he had to go inside to get something. So I took in the plates and washed them quickly, going back outside. It made me a little paranoid, but Edward was back with me in no time. He had his guitar with him. I smiled at him.
"Tell me what to play," he said. "I'll play anything for you."
I thought for a little bit, but he went on without me. He played a soft intro, and then he started to sing. And I hadn't ever heard Edward sing, but it made me feel elated. Like this was a secret part of him was showing, and only I got see that.
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
His voice was so beautiful. I lay back, listening to Edward as he sang to me, played his guitar for me.
Oh, please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
and please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you i feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I cannot hide
I cannot hide
I cannot hide
Yeah you, got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I cannot hide
I cannot hide
I cannot hide
Yeah you, got that something
I think you'll understand
When I feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand.
I felt like I was flying. My skin was burning and I was smiling from ear to ear. I opened my eyes and saw Edward looking down at me, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.
"You are amazing," I said to him.
"So I've heard," he said back. I laughed. I liked how he made me laugh.
"Perfect song Edward. Perfect."
"It's one of the only songs that'll make it into a girl's heart," Edward said with a wide grin. He continued to strum his guitar and I just continued to love him, listening to the sweet music he made.
He played about every romantic song that I knew and I loved it. It was around seventhirty when we went back inside, so we decided to shower.
Edward undressed my body from my clothes, kissing me as he went. But when he got to my panties. He stopped and pulled away. He undressed himself until I touched his arm, willing him to turn around and look at me when I did.
"What's wrong Edward?" I asked him.
"Nothing," he said.
"So tell me what's wrong with you," I continued.
"Nothing, Bella," he insisted.
"Fine. Then keep kissing me," I tried.
"I don't want to."
I looked at him. His eyes burned.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said flatly.
I turned around and pulled on my shirt, and then fled out of the bedroom. Maggie was in the kitchen and I just looked at her. And she looked at me, and then I started crying.
I told her everything that happened that night. The song outside, the foreplay upstairs, the way Edward just completely recoiled from me when I wanted to kiss him again.
"Sweetie, he's just scared a little."
"But I told him I loved him, and then we were ready to go," I said with a small whine.
"Maybe he just didn't want to end the night that way," Maggie said
"But we always end the night that way. He didn't have to go all cold on me," I whispered sadly. I brought my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. "I just wish I knew what was inside his head."
"Well, baby, maybe he just needs some time."
"Time for what?"
"Just chill. Come with me."
I went with her and she took me to her room, where we ate slices of pecan pie for an hour. Maggie nodded off to sleep, but I just stayed, huddled up into her plush bed, and just wasn't mad at Edward. Maybe he was just a little aggravated about something. Maybe he was mad. Maybe he was just sad.
But I smiled before I nodded off to sleep. I couldn't be mad at Edward, only worried.
*****
I was shook awake the next morning. It was Edward. He pulled me out of bed, without a single word, upstairs into his bedroom. Everything was the same, the room was still messy, my jeans were still on the floor, next to Edward's neglected converse. But he sat me on the bed, and paced in front of me. I stared up at him with wide eyes.
"What?" I asked him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But I needed to get away from you for just a second last night. And I know that it was not the best way to do it, but I just needed a minute. And I know I could have done this better, but it's fucked up a little, but I think it's just as perfect as you are.
"I love you Isabella. And I keep thinking about you and me and forever," he finished.
"Okay, so why did you wake me up at-" I paused and looked around the room until I found a clock "-seven thirty to tell me. I'm not mad at you," I said to him.
"Good, because I need to ask you something, and then if you want, you can go back to sleep."
"Okay," I said. "Shoot."
I ran my hand through my hair watching Edward. He kneeled in front of me, and handed me a little blue bag. It had the word Tiffany & Co. written across in. I looked at him and peered inside the box, pulling out the little Tiffany's blue box.
I looked at the little box, knowing exactly what was inside. But I didn't want to look at the ring. I just got this funny feeling in my stomach and laughed.
"I love you Bells. I really do," Edward whispered.
I smirked. "So ask me."
"I'm usually not to keen on asking, but, Bells, I want you to marry me. I want you all to myself. So will you marry me?"
"No."
Edward's face fell.
I giggled. "I just wanted to say it, like in The Time Traveler's Wife. Yes, yes I'll marry you. Only though, if you kiss me," I said with an enormous smile.
And he leaned forward and kissed me and then I laughed. And he laughed and we laughed together.
"Maggie knew, didn't she?" I said to him.
He nodded. "She's been antsy about it all weekend. She almost spilled it a few times, but you happen to be quite oblivious." He laughed. "And that works for me."
I laughed and kissed him. "I love you, dude," I said.
"I love you, too, woman."
And he kissed me again, and for the next few moments, stars aligned and time stopped and everything was perfect.
Edward wanted me and that was that.
Okay. Seriously. Kanye just effed up Taylor's acceptance speech.
I'm currently watching VMA's. But hey,
Here's your chapter. Sorry I'm, a day late. Really sorry, but review wonderful Lovelies :)
And Taylor looks so hot in his Calvin Klein suit. :)
Review guys. Taylor might take his shirt off for you :)
Love Jess.
Green button. Seriously. At least fifteen this time. I'm a little greedy tonight.