Chapter Thirty-Nine
Flesh on flesh.
Lips on lips.
Hips aligned.
Moans of ecstasy.
Bella and Edward spent hours re-acquainting themselves before finally lying still in each other's arms.
She was quiet, head rested on his muscled chest, as she mulled things over in her mind. She was amazed at how happy she was now, especially with him.
She could never have imagined that she'd ever feel happy again. Not after the break in. Her parents. The Blood.
"You think too much," Edward said, breaking the silence.
Her teeth ripped at the fragile skin of her lip as she saw the blood before her eyes. Her body turned to ice in his arms.
"Oh God, the blood…" she mumbled.
Edward knew where she was in her head. He knew she was back in time, remembering the death of her parents. He'd always wanted to know more of what had happened, how she'd known so many details, who did it, why they did it. But he never wanted to press her for details. He didn't want to upset her.
Instead, he pulled her closer, pressed his lips to her forehead and held her as the tears leaked silently from the corners of her eyes.
"I was there," she finally whispered into the darkness.