Camping.
I hate it.
Middle of nowhere with a flashlight and a tent. No running water. Friends all coupled off except for Cullen.
I hate Cullen.
Jackass.
"Bella, we're going for a hike, you coming?" Rose asks.
"No."
I'm a sulky bitch, but whatever. I don't hike. Give me a book and some bug spray, and I'm golden.
"You staying here?"
Ugh. Cullen.
I shrug. "Yeah. You?"
"Hiking. Not my thing."
I nod. At least we agree on something.
My book's good. Cullen…not so much. He's distracting. All hard body and slick skin. His hair a dishevelled mess. He's almost attractive. Meh, who am I kidding?
"Hey, Bella?"
My eyes slide up to his face. He smirks, knowingly. Asshole.
"You wanna go for a ride?"
"No."
"Come on. I don't bite."
I wish.
"Fine. But don't try anything."
I hate him.
He opens the door for me and I slide in. "Where are we going?"
"Beer run."
The store isn't far.
The way his forearm flexes every time he shifts is hard to ignore.
I hate him.
He puts the twenty-four into the back seat along with some bottled water, and gives me a knowing smirk.
Damn him and his sexiness.
"Find something you like, Bella?"
"Shut up."
The ride back to the campsite is silent. Thank god.
I get out of the car and go around, but I trip on a branch and with a huff, fall onto Edward as he's reaching into the back seat for the water.
"Shit."
"Are you okay?"
He holds me on top of him, one hand smoothing the hair back from my face; the other shifting my body so that I'm pressed comfortably against his.
I nod, looking into his eyes.
He grins and presses his lips to mine.
"I don't hate you."