Chapter 23: Kiss you
~And let me kiss you
Oh, baby, baby, don't you know you got what I need
Looking so good from your head to your feet
Come on come over here, over here
Oh, I just wanna show you off to all of my friends
Making them drool down their chinny-chin-chins
Baby, be mine tonight, mine tonight
-One Direction, Kiss you~
I could not believe my luck. First, I spotted a supposed creepy stalker outside my house. Second, when I was hurriedly turning off the radio in my cell phone, I slipped on the small carpet in the middle of my room and fell flat on my butt.
Third, when I was in the process of getting up from my painful landing, the electricity went off. The profanities that came out of my mouth would have made my mom wash my mouth with soap.
It was New Year eve and I was supposed to have gained luck and gracefulness. Instead, all I got was ruined luck and clumsiness.
My night lamp hummed, flickered on and off and then stayed off. I groaned in irritation and hoped that Mike Newton's house had electricity. I desperately hoped that the party won't be cancelled.
I pulled on my inner garments in the dim light my cell phone offered and stared at the floor-length mirror. A few seconds passed and while I was wondering what all curses I could throw at the men working in the electricity department, the lights came on.
I breathed a smile of relief and high-fived the mirror. Then I remembered what I had planned for the night.
"A kiss from Edward," I whispered aloud.
I wanted a kiss from Edward. Either that or I was kissing him.
I wanted to kiss him, yet I had some serious qualms on how to go about it. Would he be shocked if I didn't give him a warning and kissed him on the mouth straight away? Would he approve of it or say that it was against his customs?
There were certain morals followed in 1918, right?
I could feel many questions bubbling inside me like a fountain but I definitely wanted to kiss him tonight. Probably at the stroke of twelve. I imagined the magical moment when I would start my New Year with a delicious kiss from Edward.
I decided to do little things to make myself look more alluring, to give Edward incentive to kiss me. Edward had always seen me in jeans and pretty tops and even in party dresses some times.
My chocolate brown hair had always been down in curly waves or in a high messy ponytail. Hence, I went against everything Edward had ever seen me in. The curly hair, full sleeved feminine shirts and dark jeans made me look girly.
So I went for an edgy look this time.
First things first, I plugged in the machine and straightened my hair. It took some time but I was patient. After that, I threw on my outfit. The blue washed out Levis jeans made my slender legs look a bit muscular. The jeans had torn pieces here and there.
The flashy red top was thin strapped and had a racer back and clung to my curves. I put on red feather earrings and a complimentary golden red bracelet around my wrist.
As for the face, I opted for a subtle make up. Some foundation, blush and lip-gloss did the job. After a second thought, I added eyeliner to my eyes and they instantly looked huge.
I got into my red peep toe pumps and stood before the mirror. I didn't look very different, just more...redefined. My before girly look said I'll wait till you kiss me, Edward and my new sexy look said Kiss me Edward 'cause I'm gonna kiss you anyway.
I took my red Kate Spade clutch and jacket before I slipped out of my house. Just as I locked it, Heidi appeared next to me.
"Omigod!" Heidi squealed and jumped. "Edward is so dead."
"Why is Edward dead?" I asked casually and dropped the key into my clutch.
Heidi's bright red hair was pulled into a stylish ponytail at the back of her neck and her glittery black tank top formed a perfect contrast against her pale skin.
"Because you look hot. And I'm talking about 10 times x hawt. I'm going to straighten my hair too. You look awesome...and hawt." She giggled giddily.
"I want to kiss him," I admitted, "but I'm not sure if he wants to. I mean, he's from 1918. Do you even think he will feel comfortable to kiss me?"
"Then marry him." Heidi rolled her eyes. "Bella, he may be from 1918 and a gentleman, but I'm not sure if he can resist kissing you. Men will be men. Have you not heard of girls sneaking kisses from their lovers in the 1900s?"
"Yeah but what if Edward is not like those lovers? He hadn't tried to kiss me even for once." I mumbled in protest.
Heidi's cell phone rang. She mouthed 'Sasha' to me and pressed the cell to her ear.
"Hey...we're on our way...with Edward, yeah...Bella is just being herself...she wants to corrupt Edward." Heidi snorted.
"Heidi!" I hissed and elbowed her. She snickered at whatever response Sasha had given her and ignored me.
"Edward's a little old fashioned, he won't lay a finger on me," Heidi mimicked my voice into the cell. "Honestly, that is bullshit...I know...you talk to her when we get there...ciao."
"That was mean," I glared at her. "Come on; let's go to Edward's house."
I got inside mom's car and Heidi joined me in the passenger seat.
She kept chatting on the way about the book she had read and finished telling the entire story of a pair of lovers who had sex even before their marriage in 1912. Edward's house was just three houses away. But Heidi managed to tell the story and that was a lot. That girl talked fast.
Heidi lingered back in the car as I climbed the stones steps to the arched mahogany door and rang the bell. The door immediately opened and there stood Edward Cullen.
It was all I could do from keeping my jaw hang open. He wore a plain grey t-shirt underneath his leather jacket, dark blue Paper Denim jeans and a pair of black Converse All-Stars. His auburn hair was messily styled and his green eyes looked extra soulful.
And those lips, Gawd! They looked so pink and plump and extra kissable.
"Hey...E-Edward." I stuttered with wide eyes.
Edward's eyes went huge when he saw me, and his cheeks turned an attractive shade of salmon pink.
"Just a second," he fumbled with the door handle and shut it behind him.
Forget standing there and let him approach me, I wanted to throw myself at him. Apparently, Edward had the same thought. He took a hesitant step toward me and hugged me, his arms snaking around my waist.
He probably meant it in an innocent way but I wanted to let him know that my thoughts were far from innocence. So I gave him a full chest-to-chest hug, the kind where my breasts pressed against his solid chest in a pleasurable way.
Behind us, Heidi made a swooning face through the car window and pretended to faint.
Edward pulled back, oblivious to Heidi's silent harassment, his green eyes fixed on mine. They glinted darkly at me.
"You look..." Edward opened his mouth and closed it, like he was speechless.
"Oh please, Romeo and Juliet. We don't have all night." Heidi smirked and gestured with her hands.
We got inside the car and I knew Heidi had intentionally chosen to sit on the passenger seat. I watched Edward through the rearview mirror as he settled in the backseat. He caught my eye and grinned crookedly at me.
"You guys just had huggy sex in front of me," Heidi whispered lowly. "And you said that he wouldn't want to kiss you."
"Shhh," I glanced at the mirror again and made sure Edward was not listening. "A hug and a kiss are different."
Heidi huffed and folded her arms across her chest.
"Your boobs look bigger." I commented with a smirk. I didn't care if Edward heard this conversation.
"Ew, Gawd forbid." She screeched and unfolded her arms.
Edward was watching us through hooded eyes, with pursed lips. Slowly, his face scrunched up into a tight smirk, trying to hold in a bout of laughter. His shoulders started shaking.
"Oh no, you weren't supposed to hear that, Edward." Heidi said accusingly and turned the color of her hair.
He didn't reply, being a gentleman. Would he appreciate it if I kissed him first?
Mike's house was huge crumbling stone set in the heart of Forks. Cars and bikes were parked in every direction on his street, like the students didn't care of their vehicles and all they wanted was to get the party started.
"Wow," Edward breathed when we got in.
The party was in full swing. There were juniors and seniors scattered all across the living room. Mike had moved two huge speakers to the front of the room and music was blasting through it. Couples danced tipsily on the floor.
Some sat on the couch, drinking and -obviously- making out. There was even a disco ball hanging from the ceiling with the words Happy New Year stuck on it.
"This Edward," Heidi turned to him, "is a good excuse to dress up, drink up, and hook up with someone else's boyfriend. I hope you both have fun. Don't be naughty."
With that, she strutted away and disappeared into the crowd. I turned back to Edward and saw his eyebrows raised with a shocked expression.
"I usually go against the latter one." I shrugged and tried to sound casual. I could not believe Heidi just said that to him.
"Should I believe you?" He blinked and an amused smile came upon his face
"Why wouldn't you?" I pouted. "I don't hook up with someone else's boyfriend. I only try to hook up with my boyfriend."
His smile faltered then they became so wide that it touched his eyes. "And I am your...boyfriend now, aren't I?"
Mike interrupted my bashful answer. He had two red cups on his hands.
"Hey Bella, hey Edward." He greeted us brightly.
"Hi Mike." I grinned at him and Edward nodded at him.
"Enjoying the party?" Mike asked.
"We just came but I'm sure we will." I smirked at Edward. He smirked back.
Mike stayed for sometime and we chatted about a variety of unimportant things. Edward was mostly silent and he seemed to be observing the people around us.
"Here you go, guys. Looks like you both need it." Mike handed the cups to me and walked away. I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Did I look like a sex-starved girlfriend of Edward's?
I pressed one cup in Edward's hand and took a sip from mine. Edward drank it and looked at me.
"What is this?" He wrinkled his nose and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Beer," I offered. "You won't get drunk. I promise."
I wondered if it would be easy to get a kiss from him if he was drunk. But would he remember it the next day? Correctly, at that moment, my favorite song came on. Cheers erupted throughout the room.
"Drink up," I urged him. "I want to dance."
We both downed our drinks quickly and I dragged Edward to the dance floor. The floor of the house was built of white stones and red lights illuminated it. I pushed the bodies, which were grinding to the music and found a place for us.
We took the positions in which we had danced in my house during the slumber party. Edward stepped behind me and placed his hands, which were cold from holding the cup, on my hip and we both swayed together to the pounding music.
"You look breath taking," he bent down and nuzzled my neck affectionately, "I like what you did to your hair. It make you look…..older."
I smiled in response and snaked my hands around his neck. His heady masculine scent was surrounding me. It was everywhere and I loved every bit of it.
We danced for a few more songs, getting closer for each song until I couldn't tell which hand was mine and which one was his. We were practically tangled but somehow managed to dance. Many kept shooting us glances and few cleared from the dance floor, leaving us a wide space to dance freely.
Soon, I had grabbed another cup of beer and we were talking and laughing carelessly. I had never felt so full and content.
"You want to look around? Mike doesn't care." I purred, tracing the line of his jaw.
His eyebrows furrowed like he was trying hard to remember something. Finally, he nodded. We climbed the carpeted stairs and into the corridor. I tried one door and it opened and we let ourselves inside it.
Edward groped around and I heard him flip a switch. The chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling flickered to life and filled the room with a beautiful hazy glow. The room was awesome, just like the other rooms, with a King-size bed, huge bay windows and strawberry scented candles.
I shut the door behind me, drowning the music and walked further inside the room. His eyes were curiously fixed on the bed and I took a deep breath, unable to wait a minute longer for what I had been dreaming about for weeks.
"What time is it?" Edward asked unexpectedly. He clenched and unclenched his fists.
I checked the stainless steel face of my Coach watch with the dyed caramel calfskin strap and glanced back at him.
"It's 11:55." I sputtered in shock. Time seemed to be meaningly less when Edward was with me.
"Oh," he said softly and his eyes widened. He sat on the bed after a second and patted the place next to him.
"I wanted to ask something for New Year," I began slowly as I crawled on top of the bed.
"What is it?" He asked cautiously, his eyes still on the bed.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and he looked at me. "I want a...a kiss from you."
"What?" Edward choked on his words and paled a little.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" I resisted the urge to pout like a small child. There was a pause.
Edward lowered his head and looked up at me as though he was peering out over the tops of a pair of sunglasses.
"What kind of question is that?" He shook his head with a bashful smile. "I want to kiss you...so much."
"Then kiss me." I breathed with a relieved smile. He hadn't rejected me and I was so happy.
Edward cupped my chin with his hand and his other hand trailed down my arm, raising goosebumps along the way. He pulled me closer till I was straddling him and I put my arms around his neck.
Then he kissed me. A real kiss on the mouth. To imagine his lips on mine was one thing. To actually have his lips pressed on mine was totally another thing. Explosions and stars and butterflies erupted together till I felt like I was floating on my own cloud, high in the sky.
"I love you," he declared fiercely.
And just like that, Edward Cullen managed to rock my world all over again.
Hooola guys!
They took so much time just to kiss, didn't they? Well, I'm glad to inform that there will be more, uh, action in the upcoming chapters. Yeeeee!
Despedida!
-BellaEdwardJacobLove
