Chapter Eight

For a twenty one year old college girl, I have to admit that I lacked maturity. When I was younger, Charlie had always declared his pride of me for being an old soul. Renee thought I acted way older than she ever did. Lately, I had my doubts.

There was a slight chance that I was regressing, and that's never a good thing.

The next couple of days were spent hiding away from Edward. Gradually, I trusted myself to be in the same room as him, but never alone. No, I wasn't scared of him... But I was scared of myself.

I didn't want to hurt Edward. He was a sweet boy and he was Rosalie's younger brother but if he attempted to dirty-talk and kiss me once more, I had no rein over what I would do. I already knew that Edward really liked me, thanks to his friend Emmett. But it was all too much... I didn't know how to deal with all the intensity coming from him.

Another thing is, I hadn't gotten any in months, and this abstinence thing is even worse when you're being constantly tempted. Edward was just about one of the most gorgeous guys I had ever laid my eyes on, old enough or not. Gone were the nerdy eyeglasses and lanky body he once owned. Puberty had done him well, obviously. I shouldn't be surprised; I always thought Carlisle was strikingly handsome. In the next years to come, Edward would only live up to the full potential of his genes. He was fucking hot and all, but I couldn't use him just like that.

Worse than hurting Edward, I could hurt myself, and I wasn't about to let that happen. I could lose the only family I had ever had.

If Edward had been one of my classmates, I wouldn't have second thoughts about going for it. I would even drag him to my bedroom and keep him as my prisoner forever.

Edward knew I kept my distance. I thought he respected that.

Until one night, I was awakened by someone trespassing my window.

That someone was Edward, if you haven't figured it out yet.

See, I had even took it upon myself to lock my door at all times, just so Edward wouldn't barge in like he used to. Rosalie didn't seem to mind; she knew I needed my own privacy. Plus I was likely to go to her room more than she went to mine.

"What the hell, Edward!" I sat up on the bed, pulling up the sheets with me in the process. It was all I could do to cover up my naked body underneath. So I liked sleeping naked; sue me.

"Sorry, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You were ignoring me for a week!" He closed the window behind him then made his way towards my bed.

He was overreacting. It had only been four days since the barbecue party. Besides, we had shared a couple of words, if I wasn't mistaken.

"Don't you think this is a bit overdramatic?" I thought so, honestly. There was no adjoining balcony of sorts to connect one room to another and even then, his bedroom was right across mine. He had climbed up my window, for Pete's sake!

"Really? I thought you'd find it romantic," he answered dryly.

In an alternate universe where he wasn't Rosalie's younger brother, I would swoon at the sight of him at my window. I'd probably consider crawling towards him too. Yeah, I was pervy like that.

"Are you fucking insane? What if someone had seen you go up here and think there was a burglar?"

"It's a gated community. I doubt the security would let trespassers in. Can I sleep with you?"

I stared at him, shocked. "No!" I exclaimed louder than I should have. Shit, what if someone hears us?

He scooted under the sheets anyway and moved closer to me.

"Edward, I'm not wearing clothes." That's the truth.

"All right, I'll take off mine too." He started to peel off his white shirt before I grabbed his arm loosely.

"Don't you dare!"

"Fine, I'll keep the shirt on," he resigned with a sigh.

I got up from bed, taking the sheets along with me. I slipped into a sheer, satiny robe I barely used at night. "Edward, you can't keep doing these—these things." I turned around and saw him fast asleep on my bed.

I sighed in frustration. What was I supposed to do now? I went back to bed, tried to get Edward to move so I could have some personal space. He would have none of it. Come to think of it, he was already snoring by the time I was under the sheets. "Edward, you're killing me."

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. It's difficult to control my emotions with this Edward around. He's too much. I don't know what to do with him, but I know I'd like to keep him in bed for days. What about you?

Also, some people think Edward is a manwhore. Did anyone directly say he witnessed him sleeping with somebody? No? Then don't get your knickers in a twist.

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x Kat / mmecullen