"What are you doing here?" I ask. I fawn away from the door.
He steps forward. His hand touches the frame, leaning in with intent I don't understand. "You weren't in class."
"I wasn't in school." I frown. He sees this and withdraws. "What are you doing here, Mr. Cullen? Don't you have classes?"
"I told them I had an emergency at home."
"But this isn't your home."
His lips crook. "I know that, Bella. I was concerned. I was afraid I was the reason you stayed away."
"Why would you think that?" Accurate.
"What I said yesterday...at the field. You seemed different after."
Pitter patter of rain begins to fall. I look at the once-sunny sky blooming with gray. Edward looks up, too. Drops fall on his head and glasses. His nose and cheeks. He looks back at me. His eyes ask the question.
My lips answer. "Come in."
When he steps through, I check behind him. No one else is around to see the action, or the man on my doorstep. All the evidence sits in the driveway. A silver Volvo.