ENTRY 8
WITH YOU
She has to admit it is peaceful here.
Normally, she would trade in her sweaters, pants, and blankets for bathing suits and sunscreen, preferring the heat of the sun and sand to an abundance of greens, browns, and outdoor sleeping tents. The ocean is in her blood, and she can't go too long without it before she loses herself, so the idea of skipping her annual Caribbean vacation for a week in the freezing cold forest feels like actual hell.
"It's not an actual forest, Bella," Alice had told her yesterday morning. Her friend shrugged and carried on. "It's just camping."
"It's just the last thing I want to do," Bella replied begrudgingly, helping them set up camp.
She groaned every step of the way. Grumbled. Repeated how much she would rather be anywhere than camping. How she was going to find an undiscovered island and live there forever to make up for the vacation time she lost being stuck here on the side of a mountain.
But then he entered the camp.
And she suddenly didn't mind spending a week beneath the stars.
She hadn't seen Edward Cullen since high school, somehow managing to circle around each other over the years. Bella, instantly remembering the crush she had on him since she walked into Biology all those years ago, had hoped he would remember her. They rarely spoke back then, and she wondered if it would be the same now, even though they had years of maturity and growth standing between high school graduation and the tents they were trying to secure into the dirt.
It turned out he did notice her back then, and they confessed all their secrets to one another beside a warm fire roasting their skin against the crisp, November air.
His tent remained empty that night.
Not hers.
Now, as the morning fog lifts against the backdrop of rich greens and tall trees, she doesn't miss the ocean as much as she thought she would. Instead, as she swings gently in solitude back and forth on the hammock they had hung yesterday, she thinks of his hands, and how they warmed her body like the Caribbean sun. How his lips danced a cool path on her skin in the dark beneath the light of the moon.
How when she looks at him, she suddenly loves the color green more than the cerulean blue of the ocean.
When she had slipped out of the tent and out of Edward's arms, she had grabbed two empty mugs and set about preparing cups of coffee. It was early, earlier than she had planned on waking up, and she was tired in the best way – but she found herself too restless to fall back asleep.
She wonders if Edward will feel the same way as she does this morning.
"How do you like your coffee?" She asks him once he joins her next to the hammock.
He says nothing and gives her a shy smile.
"With you."
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