Chapter 15

Instantly, Edward felt bad. She was only trying to start a conversation. He watched as she looked around and only then did he notice that Jasper and Alice had disappeared. He looked at the case. Could he? He unlatched the clasps and slowly lifting the lid. Would he? He reached down and lifted the guitar from its case. Why had Jasper snuck this one out of the house? Why hadn't he grabbed the less expensive one instead of the Gibson? He cradled the neck as he lifted it out. Maybe? He looked at Bella as he placed it gently over his knee. His hands stopped mid-strum as Bella's eyes grew wide and she fastened her hands over her mouth. He did something wrong but had no clue what.

"Is ... is that... a Gibson," Bella asked almost choking on the last word. A Gibson. It was a fucking Gibson. A freaking Gibson on the beach. She'd never seen one up close.

Hers was just a Yamaha her mom and dad bought her on her fourteenth birthday. She taught herself how to play worship songs her mother loved so much before—before she'd run off with Phil a few years back.

Edward swallowed hard. He didn't want to admit it was. He was impressed that she already knew, but he still didn't want to admit it. She appeared shocked to him, or was she impressed? He didn't know.

"Um," he said weakly. She already knew what it was. How did she know that? He couldn't lie to her. "Yes."

Bella was possessed. She stood and moved closer to Edward and the Gibson guitar that lay across his knee. She only wanted to touch the guitar. She didn't think twice as she reached to caress the honey colored wood, the mother of pearl frets and the silver colored tuning pegs.

If her eyes were wide before, they failed to compare when she realized her own actions.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked," she said. pulling her hand away from what she wanted to touch so badly. Edward wanted to be the guitar, and he had to shake that thought loose.

"Do you play?" he asked. He didn't care what her answer was. If she wanted to touch his guitar...he couldn't think like that.

"A little," Bella replied, still longing to touch the guitar. She backed away a step and then sat on the log next to Edward. Bella still wasn't thinking clearly. If Edward were a guitar, in her mind, he'd be a Gibson.

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