"Open your mouth Bella."

"No."

"You promised," you whine and I pull back so fast you drop the fork.

Never in my life would I promise to eat something you made.

"Edward," I reach to lower the plate of your 'casserole' back on the bed, "I'd rather walk home than eat that."

You pout and my resolve almost wavers but it's brown and the smell... Your room has smelt better.

"I know a way to make you," you smirk and inch closer towards me. Both you and I know you wouldn't ever try to make me do anything, but you do enjoy teasing me.

Unfortunately I can't get off the bed quick enough. I end up on your lap with loud giggles erupting from my chest. You once told me I had the prettiest laugh you ever heard and sometimes I think you purposely make me laugh to hear it.

I love and hate these little moments between us. I know they're short-lived and we'll be interrupted soon, but I want to prolong it as long as possible to keep the memory.

After a minute my giggles have died down but I'm still on your lap. You feel comfortable and it takes everything in me to not snuggle up against you. I am still. And you...you sigh and bring me closer.

"Edward!" Esme calls outside of the door and I practically leap off of you, "you have a visitor."

I wish I could say this isn't the first time and I know I could never call it the last.

I glance back at you and catch you harshly exhale as you rake your fingers through your hair. I can't believe you're as affected by that moment as me.

I liked it and I also like you, but I'd bet the twenty dollars in my bag that your visitor feels the same and has maybe experienced more with you. I suddenly want to flee. I remember that I have to get home to start dinner for myself and Charlie.

"Bella," you start as I stand, "where are you going?" You're so cute and confused. As if I'd stay while you entertain your guest.

"You have a visitor remember?" I smile down at you to tell you it's fine. I'm fine. I know you have priorities.

"Bella I—"

"Edward! Your guest is waiting! I will knock this door down mister, don't be rude."

"I'm coming!" you yell back and I chuckle as a little frown graces your face.

"Wait," you pull at my arm as I pick up my bag, "I'll walk you home."

"I drove."

"Well then I'll drive beside you," you retort. "You've barely been here an hour and we've already been interrupted. I need more Bella time," you pout and I know as silly as you're being I'll give in.

"Finnneeee" I stress and bite down on my lower lip, "but I don't want to be rude to your visitor. I only want to be seen as a bitch when I'm truly being one."

"So all the time then?" you laugh and I jokingly glare back at you. The mood is too light for me to truly mean it.

"I'll tell 'em to leave." You smile up at me and I know you will.

Thanks for reading! Who do you think the visitor is?