BPOV
The twenty five minute ride from Rosalie's home to mine was seeming so long!
Edward wasn't saying anything. He seemed to be lost in thoughts!
I wasn't used to seeing him so quiet.
I wanted him to say something.
I wanted him to say something inappropriate and I wanted to get mad at him for that!
But... He wasn't saying anything.
And it shouldn't bother me, but it was bothering me somehow, and I didn't like that!
He was Carlisle's nephew, and I loved Carlisle, I repeated a few more times in my head.
"I was having a minor panic attack before the Scuba diving when I met Carlisle," I said, "He calmed me down like nobody ever did. He was just so... different from anybody I had ever met. He was twenty year older than me, but I didn't feel the age difference."
"There was an instance connection," I said, "He said I was too mature for my age. I said I was old school anyway!"
I wasn't sure why I was saying this to him.
He didn't react, not even a bit.
He kept his eyes glued to the road ahead as he kept driving silently.
Maybe I was telling all this to him because I was drunk?
Or maybe I was saying this because he thought I was a 'gold-digger', and that I got married only for his money. I wanted him to know how wrong he was!
"We spent a lot of time together during the next two days doing various activities," I continued, "And then he kissed me as we were watching the sunset. It was the most romantic kiss of my life, which was followed by the most passionate love making I had ever experienced."
Again, he didn't react. Not even a bit. So I continued.
"He said he didn't want this to be just a one night stand, and I said I felt the same," I said, "It turned out to be the best trip of my life. I realized that 'solo trips' weren't so fun after all!"
Maybe I wasn't talking to him anymore.
Maybe I was just talking to myself.
I was so afraid to revisit all those good memories after Carlisle's death, and I wasn't sure why, but I just wanted to talk about them right now.
"I wasn't sure how this would go once we were back to our routine life. But he contacted me on the next weekend, and we started from where we had stopped! " I said, "And then his test results came out two weeks later."
"He was devastated, and so was I." I felt some tears in my eyes as I said that.
"He said he had never felt like this for anyone after Esme's death..." I continued, "He said..."
"Bella..." Finally Edward said something, "We reached your home."
"Oh!" I said.