Done
I hadn't realized how far away Edward lived from the school.
Even though he was driving over a hundred miles an hour - which I thought better than to ask him to slow down - it still took us twenty minutes to get there.
He's still livid.
I also hadn't realized that Edward was rich.
Actually, rich was an understatement.
From the looks of his . . . estate . . . he could quite literally swim in a pool of his money.
But then I never really got a good look at the house, because as soon as we parked he was dragging me into the house and up the stairs.
To his bedroom.
To walls of his room were glass, looking out over the dark forest.
The only lighting in the room was that coming from the moon.
He threw me on his bed.
And not in a sexy way.
As soon as I was seated he stormed into the en-suite.
I wish I had an en-suite.
I can't believe you're thinking of this after what you've done.
I've never claimed to be a good person.
Good; that would have made you a liar.
I look around the room.
It's spacious.
There's a huge stereo in the middle of a wall covered in CDs, across the room from a leather couch where what I assume to be his school books lay.
And then there's this huge ass bed.
The alarm on his nightstand flashes: 11:23
I don't know where the day has gone.
I lose my train of thought when Edward comes back into the room.
Even in the limited light I can see that he's just as stunning when he's shirtless as when he's dressed.
His anger is gone, replaced by no emotion at all.
His face is blank as he comes towards me.
For a moment I'm worried that he might hit me. That I'd pushed him to the point of no return.
But all he does is pull off my shoes, lift me up, pull back the covers, and then tuck me under them.
And then he goes to the other side to get under the covers as well.
All is quiet.
Until it's not.
"Bella . . ." he starts, staring up at the ceiling, "I know that you don't want this. I know that. I can't say that I understand it, but I do accept it. And I also know that you never wanted me to be the one that you shared this with," he says with a nod of his head. "I've never been nice to you. I've never gone out of my way to be nice to anyone, really."
I try to speak but he holds his hand up.
I comply.
"But, Bella . . . I have never been as . . . cruel to you as you have been to me today."
And there it is.
The truth.
Fix this.
Now.
I roll over so that I'm facing him. "Edward, you have to know," I put my hand on his chest, "I hated my mate before he even had a face. Nothing that I've done has been with the intent of hurting you."
"Then why?" his voice breaks, and a tear escapes his eye, rolling down his cheek.
"To convince myself that I need this - you."
He says nothing.
"I didn't know that kissing him would hurt you."
A sob rips from his throat, and he quickly claps his hand over his mouth.
"I'm done resisting, Edward. I'm not going to do it anymore."
And I won't.
I'm done.
"I know now that I really do need you, and that eventually . . . I'll want you, too. But you've got to stop moving so fast, Edward. I don't know you. I don't trust you. I don't like you," I admit, "But that doesn't mean I never will."
"So you'll really try this time?" his tone is doubtful.
"Yes."
It goes quiet again.
I don't know how long we lay there.
Hours, I think.
But eventually I move my way over to him, resting my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
And when his arms come around me, holding me against him, I know.
Everything is going to be okay.
A/N: Awe . . . Is that what you guys expected?
Are you ready for the epilogues?
:)
~ Madison ~