Chapter Thirty-One
Bella woke the following morning with her face pressed to Edward's armpit and her hair spread all over her face. She sat up quickly and wrinkled her nose, trying to get the man stench out of her nostrils.
Edward mumbled incoherently and turned in his sleep, while Bella slid out of bed and padded across to the bathroom.
She locked the door behind her and hurriedly stripped off as she started the shower, not wanting to get cold.
Moving under the spray, she sighed and sagged against the tiles as the hot water beat down on her skin.
She was surprised that she'd revealed so much to Edward the night before; it was proof that she was coming to trust him but Bella knew that it was more than that. She liked him, really liked him and all this time they were spending together was only making her attraction to him more evident.
The man who was seen in public all the time, the kind, generous, giving and heartfelt man, was the true Edward Cullen, not the douche she'd been introduced to at first.
She'd pretty much forgiven him for that now.
After washing her hair and body, Bella stepped out of the shower and slipped into one of the hotel robes before stepping out of the bathroom, laughing as Edward continued to snore softly from the bed.
She tiptoed from his hotel room and covered her face as a camera flash went off.
"Isabella, James Hunter from The Times nice to see you. How's Edward this morning?" he asked as he followed Bella down the hall.
Her steps quickened as she neared her door which she flung open.
"Well, it was nice talking to you. See you soon." He grinned as she slammed the door in his face. Her heart pounded as she leaned back against the wall.
Shit.