Chapter Thirty-Three
"What happened? Are you okay?" Edward asked, his hands moving to the tops of Bella's arms as he looked her over. She was wearing nothing but a robe, and he tried to shake the thought that she was completely bare underneath, out of his head.
She nodded slowly, breathing deeply.
"There was a photographer, outside your room."
He frowned and turned away from her, looking out of the peephole.
"There's no one there now. Do you know who it was?"
"James…something."
"James Hunter?" She nodded.
"It's okay, he's harmless."
"Harmless?" Bella asked her voice shaky and loud. "Edward, he got pictures of me coming out of your room in nothing but this!"
She looked down at herself.
"Worse things will happen, Bella." Edward sighed and placed his hands on Bella's cheeks, tilting her face up so that her gaze met his. "I know it's not fair that your life is no longer your own and I wish I could fix it for you but there is no privacy anymore."
"People will talk," Bella whined as she chewed on her lip. "About us, they'll say we're together."
"Let them talk," Edward replied as he lowered his face to hers, his lips brushing tenderly across her mouth.
Bella froze, a deer caught in the headlights look in her eyes, before her arms moved to circle Edward's neck, she moved onto her tip toes and opened her mouth to him.