'Was he serious? Should I be offended that he doesn't want to sleep in the same bed as me? ' I could only blush in response to what he had just said, only managing to stare at him like an utter moron.
"I think you miss understood me." He finally said, biting his lip as he tried to hide his amusement from me.
"Oh? How so? Did you not just offer to sleep in the same room as me, but not on the same bed?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yes, but only because I don't want you feeling uncomfortable…" he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Edward, it's fine. I think we can manage to work something out… you don't need to sleep on the floor, you know." I replied, blushing as I walked back in the room to change out of my pajamas.
"If you're sure…" he says as I close the door.
The rest of the morning, we spent it looking through the maps and figuring out how we were supposed to leave this place without being found or followed.
The house was surprisingly stocked with some essentials. There were clean towels, toilet paper, and new packages of toothpaste and brushes in the bathroom.
The kitchen had fresh food in it, along with packages of water in it.
"How is this place well-stocked?" I asked, after we had a small breakfast and began cleaning up.
"Someone is hired to keep the place well stocked, and clean." He informed, as I placed the dishes back in the cupboard, while he dried the pans we used.
"Why would you hire someone to keep this place well stocked, doesn't revealing its location to someone defeat the purpose of having a safety house?" I asked, confused.
"Not when it's someone you can trust, Bell." He replied, half smiling.
"That's good to know... I guess it." I said, as we walked back into the small living room and sat down to look at the maps once more.
I was more worried about someone finding this place than I was about what was outside this morning or even how we were going to get out of this place.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He whispered, calling back to the present.
I sighed, wondering if I should tell him what I was thinking or making something up, his inquiring expression made me respond. "If someone does find this place, how are we going to leave without getting caught?" I asked, concerned.
"Well, there are two ways actually, but I am still hoping we can leave without rushing. Either way, I want you to go look in the hall closet, there are large backpacks, like the one I have in there, grab all of your things and put them into one of those bags." He said, looking at me, pleasingly.
I nodded in response, before heading to the closet he pointed to in the hall before heading to the room and grabbing my bags. I unpacked all of my bags and slowly began fixing everything into the massive bag only leaving the small carry on alone before placing it next to the door.
"Alright, I did it. What now? How are you planning to get us out of here without being noticed?" I asked.
"There's a boat that can get us out of here without being noticed." He said, nodding and pointing towards the direction of the kitchen.
I walked slowly towards the kitchen window. True to his word, there was the view of the river again, but no boat. Where was it hidden?
After watching the river's slow movement, I noticed it was nearly lunch time, so I quickly went to the fridge and prepared a small lunch for us to eat and went back to the window to stare at the water's slow movement.
"What's on your mind?" He asked after we sat down to eat.
"Nothing." I whispered, as I began eating my food.
"Are you sure?" He asked me, concerned now.
I nodded, in response. How do I tell him that this place reminded me so much of my parents and my childhood with them? It's not something I wanted to talk about, at least not now.If ever.
When we finished eating I quickly washed the dishes and continued to stare out the window. I truly had missed being out in the wilderness, nothing compared to it. I hadn't noticed how much time had already passed until I looked out the window and noticed the sun on the right side of the sky. Well shit, the day flew by in the blink of an eye.
I hadn't noticed that Edward was waiting for me to move.
When I did, I almost screamed as I turned around and found him sitting there on one of the stools looking at me. "What the hell are you doing?!" I gasped in surprise.
"I was worried about you, you were too quiet earlier." He explained, standing up, and walking towards me before leaning on the refrigerator.
"It's nothing, really." I reply, stepping around him and heading towards the room.
Once I reach the room, I change into a pair of black shorts and a white tank top. I'm sitting on the bed as I hear him walk into the room, already in a pair of jersey shorts and a white tank top. "So, what are the sleeping arrangements going to be?" He asked as he walked in.
"It's a wide bed, Edward. We can both sleep on it without anything happening." I said, pulling on my socks so I wouldn't be cold in the middle of the night.
"Are you sure?" He asked, concerned.
I sighed before nodding in response one more, and moving to pull the blankets down.
Ever so slowly I pulled back the covers and began placing some of the pillows in the middle of the bed before climbing in. We both say goodnight before pulling the covers onto us.
A short time later, I can feel as my whole body becomes a livewire.
The room feels too hot, and my body is beginning to get a small layer of dewy perspiration on it as I toss and turn.The third time I turned on the bed I couldn't take it anymore, I needed something. Air, a cold shower, some water. Something to get me out of the room.
So, I decided to get a glass of water.
As quietly as possible, I got out of the bed and walked out of the room before heading towards the kitchen to have myself a glass of water.
I sat on one of the stools, and slowly drank the ice cold water, allowing the refreshing temperature of the room to cool my overheated skin.
"I thought you'd be out here."
I accidentally spilled water on my chest as I heard his voice speak suddenly, surprising the hell out of me. "Why the hell are you always surprising the hell out of me?" I ask, trying to wipe the water off of my neck and chin.
"Sorry. I felt when you left, I was worried something happened to you when you didn't come back." He explained, walking closer to me.
"Oh, I was just drinking water. It's a little hot in the room, I couldn't sleep." I explained hopping off the stool and walking back towards the room again, sidestepping him as I did.
I hadn't noticed he had taken off his tank top when he surprised me in the kitchen, but I did notice as soon as he walked back into the room right after me, and I got on the bed.
Zing.
I felt a hot, electric feeling through my body as I stared at him. It caught me completely off guard.
It felt as if my entire body became a livewire once more. A fire that seemed be lit, and has suddenly become untamable.
I could feel the atmosphere in the room thicken to the point where it was palpable.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned as he clicked a button on the right wall.
I shook my head to bring it out of my entranced state and answer him, simultaneously.
"I don't believe you." He says, smiling amused as he walked over to the bed and got in.
"Why the hell not?" I asked, laying back.
"Two reasons, really. One, you've been quieter than you've been this past week alone. Two, you're jumpier than normal." He says, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow to stare at me.
I sigh, turning my back towards him. We've known each other for a week, how did he possibly know something is wrong with me?
"Bella," He whispered, as he pulled me back to look at him. "tell me what's wrong…" he whispered, moving the pillows to get a closer look at me.
"Nothing is wrong. Why do you keep assuming that something is wrong?" I asked annoyed as I stared up at him.
Is it possible to get feelings for someone you met not one week ago? It seemed this man could read me better than my aunt could when she was alive. Even if I wanted to lie to him, it felt as though he could see right through whatever façade I put up.
"Well, if I'm being honest, you seem really agitated, and keep snapping at me every chance you get. Normally, I just chuck this as a PMS because my sisters used to bitch at me too during their days but I have a feeling this isn't a PMS. Not with you, anyway." He said, smiling amused at me.
I frowned at him, PMS? Was I honestly being that bitchy? I thought I was avoiding him?
I realized he was joking with me as soon as he started laughing at my angry expression. So, I did the only logical thing I could think of and smacked him. With a fluffy pillow to the face.
His amusement quickly changed to shock after my pillow met his face. Two times. "Not so amusing now, is it, jackass?" I mutter, hitting him again, then laughing at how much his eyes widened.
I gasped in surprise as he suddenly rolled over me, holding his weight on forearms, as his sculpted muscular body covered mine.
"Not so funny now, is it, Miss.Swan?" He asked, as he leaned over me, a mere inches from my face.
"No…" I squeaked, wiggling under him.
"Now, are you going to talk like an adult or do I need to treat you like a misbehaving child?" He asked, his mesmerizing eyes gleaming in amusement.
'Oh, please do…' I think, licking and biting my lower lip.
I bit my lower lip in mortification as I silently stared back at him.
His amusement suddenly changed to something else. Something thick, and carnal.
The electricity was back, making the air between us thicker than ever before.
I could feel his eyes on my lips as I wiggled once more under his body.
I closed my eyes, feeling as my breath started to react to his being pressed against mine. It felt good.
"Is it alright if I kiss you?" He whispered, a few inches above my lips.
I nodded in response, as my eyes unconsciously flicked to his lips.
The moment his lips met mine, I felt the works. Fireworks. Butterflies in my belly. Time at a stand still. Everything.
His lips molded into mine, softly nipping at my bottom lip, before I felt the tip of his tongue peek out, silently asking for entrance.
I was lost in the sensation of his hands slowly trailing down my thigh before wrapping his fingers around it, and wrapping it around him.
I was guarded at first, but then I relaxed into the kiss, and allowed my hands to roam. Tracing his chest, and broad shoulders before my fingers found their way into his hair.
As his tongue finally slipped into my mouth, I let out a deep moan that echoed from the walls.
I had never been kissed like this before. So lovingly, tender, heck even with Jordy, I failed to feel half of what I feel now.
I could feel as his lips suddenly began trailing along my jaw, and then my neck, until his lips reached my shoulder.
Before he went back and traced the chain around my neck with his tongue...
...and then shots began to ring out through the night.