Chapter Six
In the summer of 2004, I spent a couple of weeks in New York with Renee and her husband Phil. There, I had my first date with Alec Volturi, who was the son of the city mayor. He bought me a bouquet of wild flowers and heavenly Belgian chocolates, and treated me to a fancy lunch date at the Plaza. He had given me my first kiss at the frontdoor of Phil's penthouse.
Alec was two years older, so at the time I assumed he knew what he was doing. Everything that led to my first kiss had been great and so I thought no other first kiss could go beyond that.
I was wrong. My first kiss with Edward was amazingly earth-shattering. It was definitely better than Alec's.
"Edward," I moaned. Everything just felt so, so good. His lips, his hands, his warmth, all of it. I pulled away the second I needed some air. Refusing to let go, he laid open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
There was a distant ringing - faint music that sounded so familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"Bella! Ugh, where the hell is that girl?"
Rosalie's voice was like a bucket of iced water poured onto my head. I was suddenly awake from my stupor, as bad as that sounds. Edward looked just as dazed to me, and luckily, I was quicker to recover. I straightened out my shirt before my best friend finally spotted me and her brother in the backyard.
Do not act guilty.
She looked over the litters on the grass, all that were pieces of evidence of Edward and my little rendezvous. With a sharp tone, she addressed him: "You haven't really changed, have you? You're still a mess!"
"And you," Rosalie barked at me, "Why haven't you been answering your phone? Black's worried and I think he's about to book a flight to Seattle."
Now that was one more thing I forgot to do - call my best friend Jacob. I had promised to send him a text message at least once a day, and I failed to follow through. It had been almost a week. Fuck, I was such a bad friend.
In my defense, I had been preoccupied... trying to figure out Edward's bizzare attitude. That was enough to make one woman go crazy.
Rosalie fished the cellphone out of the back pocket in my jeans and showed me that there were three messages from Jacob. Ah, so that's where the ringing came from... "Jake's gonna be pissed," I mused quietly.
"Bella and I have been busy," Edward answered on my behalf. I raised a brow questioningly. Surely, he didn't think of offering up classified information to his sister. He might find himself castrated by the end of the night if he told her... about the kiss. I shot Edward a warning glance, effectively interrupting what he had to say.
Even I was not yet ready to acknowledge what had just happened between us. It was easier to ignore the fact that I almost made out with Edward. A hot seventeen year old guy, but a kid nonetheless.
I shot Edward one last look before calling it a night. "I think I'm going to head upstairs and do my... thing."
"Need my help, Bella?" I wanted to wipe that smirk off Edward's face. I couldn't so I just ignored him and walked away.
"Stop being such a pompous ass!" I heard Rosalie say along with a loud smack. I didn't bother to see what body part she had hit.
"Who the fuck is Jake?"
A/N: As always, thank you for all the lovely reviews. They prompted me to finish this chapter sooner, which was extraordinarily difficult to write. You won't believe how many times I had to rewrite it. I had 3 different ones written up and saved on Word. One of them was leading up to some lemony goodness but I realized it's too soon for that. What do you think?
Alice, Jasper, and Emmett will show up next chapter.
x Kat / mmecullen