Once again I find myself on Bella's roof, listening to the soft thump of her heartbeat and her deep, peaceful breathing as she slumbers alone, the chief must be out on police business. My desire for her is so profound I fear I shall be driven quite insane.
I should leave, I can see the sky beginning to lighten as dawn creeps ever closer, but somehow I cannot tear myself away. I am lost in reveries of her pale form, her tresses tumbling over her pillow, her warmth, her softness blushing in tangled sheets. Oh god!
I cannot help but be overcome, for she is stirring now. I can hear her, my love! My dead heart shall surely burst! Images of her flesh are flooding my mind and I cannot deny my aching arousal for her. How I wish to lay my lips on her exquisite mouth, her perfect breasts, her bewitching thighs. How I burn for her! These thoughts have left me with no option but to aid my own release, despicable monster that I am. I am too weak to resist as she is now rousing, her sleepy footfalls heavy as she moves toward the bathroom. I can hear nightclothes slipping to the floor and the shower start.
Dear god, is she naked? Mere feet below me?! The water must be running now in rivulets down the curve of her neck, steam caressing her lungs, water droplets clinging to her delectable derrière. Would that my fingers were her perfect digits, would that I were the soap she caresses over her physique...I...I am undone!
Flooded with both joy and crippling guilt now, I can see my frenzy has badly warped the group of shingles above the shower and my venom has burned a sizable hole. I shall have to return tonight, if only to repair that damned mark of my depravity.
Bella has emerged and started to dress. I wonder about the colour of her underwear.
Ugh, Emmett is here. That cursed potato is hissing at me through the trees beyond Bella's yard. "Dude, she's not even there, get down before someone sees you, you ass!" No sir, 'tis you who is the ass!
"Edward! I just saw her truck at Angela's. Maybe she had a sleepover or something. Guess you should've been undie-humping the Webber's roof instead, you fucking creeper!"
What?!
What?!
I chance a glimpse over the ridge tiles and it is true! Bella's truck is absent. How can this be?
Then the shower, who?
Oh god.
'Tis I who am the ass, sir. 'Tis I.
To Volterra!
A/N: Please leave a review! Poor Edward. He might've made it all the way to Volterra this time. Do you think Charlie should install pigeon spikes on his roof?