Chapter 48 (EPOV)

Bella has nicknames for everybody. It is one of those aspects of her personality that makes her particularly charming. I find them to be extremely creative. Of course, I have no idea what they're in reference to. The way she thinks of obscure things so quickly on her feet is amazing. I've been writing them on my arm to remember what she's been talking about, then looking my arm notes up on the computer. I'm still confused and ink stained. The Sharpie was a bad idea.

This was what I was thinking about as we sat at the picnic tables. Emmett was trying to draw what the tuxedos looked like. They were found in a box at his Uncle Leroy's house. My fingers twisted in sweet Bella's shiny locks.

"You're going to look like a giant blueberry," Bella stated, awaking me from my love stupor. "What the hell are those, Gigantor?"

"The shirts have ruffles, grumpy." Emmett looked at her. "You resemble that Grumpy Cat on the computer."

"Is that supposed to be an insult? I think that's the best compliment I've ever gotten." Bella wrinkled her nose. Why does she do that to me? I kissed it. She smirked. It's so pretty. "At least your ruffle shirts will match those God awful pink monstrosities Trailer Trash Barbie picked out. We look like a cotillion gone wrong."

I couldn't help, but I sniffed her hair. It smelled like strawberries or tulips. Maybe...

"Kid, why are you sniffing me?"

I couldn't help smiling. "You smell like you were rolling around in a bathtub of flowers."

"It's Pert Plus," she sniffed her hair. "Nope, I haven't washed it in a couple of days. It's more like sweat and...hmm...garlic. I need a shower."

I imagined her naked. It made me feel things. Pant changing things. I needed to think about subjects that wouldn't cause eruptions like baseball, pickled pig's feet, ogres, Grandmother Cullen's bunions, my Bella's beautiful tendrils...

"My favorite smells reside in your hair, my dove," I blurted out. I had to shift from where my manly parts were pressing into my jeans.

Emmett muttered, "Bad idea, Ed."

"No." Bella gave me the evil eye.

"No?" I squeaked.

She squeezed my knee roughly. I really liked it. Then she licked her lips. Oh God. "No. Let me explain a couple things to you. Don't call me 'dove'. I'm not a damn bird. You will never call me 'baby', because does it look like I need you to change my poo poo? I'm not an angel, so unless I sprout wings, keep it to your damn self. I know how you feel about me so you don't need to call me 'love'. If you start calling me 'lover', it will be an unneeded title if you get my drift."

Bella was like a rampaging goddess. It was beautiful. It was seductive. I kissed her hard and without even thinking I squeezed her breast. It wasn't an accident.

She returned the favor and took a handful of my bottom. Bella really liked her hands there.

"Damn it, guys! I'm gonna lose my lunch if...actually that's pretty hot. Keep on, lovebirds!" Emmett called out.

A piece of paper scrunched up to become a ball hit me on the back of the head. I looked up to see Tanya glaring at us. "That's it, Cullen! Thursday. After school. You and me, buddy!"

Bella looked at me with glazed eyes. "Let's get ready to rumble."

We started kissing again.

Life was good.