Dear Readers!

After four months, the technicians at fanfiction have finally restored the traffic stats. I finished posting the last story, but then decided to wait with the new story until it works again.

And here is the next story. Have fun reading it.

As always!

I am translating this story from Italian.

All characters/people are property of the book author Stephenie Meyer.

The story was not written by me, I only translated it. All credit goes to the author, without whom this story would not have existed.

Please forgive me for mistakes and probably wrong expressions, as my native language is not English.

Thoughts are written in italics as usual on these pages.

I thank you in advance for reading this story and hope you enjoy it. I appreciate every review you write to me.

Un pezzetto di paradiso

Chapter 1

Emotional Waves and Hormones

Bella

Smiling, I pressed closer to Edward.

What a day! Today, or rather yesterday, had been the first day that I had been allowed to sleep at Edward's with Charlie's official permission.

We had lain in bed until late in the morning, cuddled and simply enjoyed our togetherness. Then we had gotten up and I had eaten breakfast.

Alice and Jasper had insisted on watching a movie with us. And we had been doing that for a little over an hour now.

I was in Edward's arms.

He was wearing a white shirt with black thin stripes and looked even more seductive in it than he already did. He looked down at me as I pressed closer to him, smiled and kissed my hair.

Jasper next to us rolled his eyes and Alice elbowed him rather rudely in the ribs.

"Aren't you too cold, little one?", Edward asked me gently.

I shook my head.

"No. I'm getting used to the climate in Alaska."

He grinned and kissed me again, this time on the mouth.

My heartbeat was once again completely out of rhythm. I gasped and was more than embarrassed because Alice and Jasper saw my outburst live here.

"Edward Cullen!" growled Jasper suddenly. "I don't care how you do it, but please, stop it."

Chuckling, Alice leaned against her favorite vampire. But he looked anything but amused. He stared at his brother rather sourly.

Contrite, Edward returned the look.

"I'm sorry, Jasper."

I looked questioningly back and forth between the two of them, which only seemed to amuse Alice even more. But apart from her, no one paid any attention to me.

Jasper still didn't seem to be thinking nice things, because Edward's look became more apologetic.

I sighed slightly and decided to bail him out.

"Hey guys, you're not catching any of this movie anymore."

Of course, Edward got right on it.

"Oh ... right."

He quickly turned away from Jasper and gave me a really grateful look.

I just smiled.

I turned back to Sylvester Stallone, who was having hot sex with Sharon Stone. I was immediately overcome again by the terrible longing for Edward's body and his touch.

Would he ever touch me the way that actor there touched his colleague? Would he? Inside, everything inside me was screaming for him. I wanted him so much, needed him so much. The desire, this longing, made me sick. I bit my lip spasmodically to keep from sinking further into my daydreams, in which I once again saw the images before me of Edward gently kissing my breasts, caressing every square millimeter of my body, his fingers ...

"Bella, damn it, you're no less bad than he is. Alice, say something for once. I'm going insane!" suddenly moaned Jasper.

I knew I was redder than blood.

Alice was chuckling, Jasper was distraught ... and Edward ...

Yes, Edward was just being himself again and smiling his damn smile, which only made me more excited.

"Well, I think it's cute. Am I always like that, too, Jazz?"

Horrified, he looked at her.

"No idea ..." Then he averted his eyes. "Then my mind is elsewhere, Alice."

I grinned up at Edward.

It was kind of cute when my vampires were embarrassed. They were lucky that they didn't blush as much as I did, but their eyes moved more frantically, and they somehow became even paler than they already were.

Edward glanced at Jasper and Alice before standing up, lifting me in the process.

Astonished, I looked at him while I put my arms around his neck.

"Aren't we going to finish watching the movie?"

He shook his head.

"No, it's after noon. You've got to eat something now. Besides ... those two are driving me crazy. Better let me enjoy some more alone time with you."

I smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek as he set me down on the kitchen counter.

He stepped quite close to me, put his arms beside my legs and gave me his special smile.

"So, what do we have an appetite for?"

I grinned.

"To you."

It was immediately clear to me that I would turn red again like a tomato. But somehow it was important to me that he finally realized how much I wanted him. I knew that I couldn't keep my hormones in check until the wedding. And if he didn't provide some relief for it, and it piled up even more by then, then it would only get harder for him. Because then he would not only have to keep himself under control, but also me.

He snapped me out of my thoughts as he leaned in, and his face was just a hairsbreadth from mine. His cold, yet so sweet breath wetted my cheeks.

"Bella, I'm - if anything - the dessert. So, your normal meal now, please. Pizza, hamburger, Chinese, Hungarian, Mexican ..."

I sighed, yet my heart beat faster than normal.

It would have been too good to be true.

"If anything, just a sandwich."

He rolled his eyes, but then nodded.

"Good, then go on. Which bread? Wheat, whole wheat, white bread, pumpernickel, raisin bread ..."

"Edward, have wheat and good. Besides, I can make my sandwich very well by myself."

I was about to leave the counter when he was already with me.

Energetically, but with an angelic smile, he pushed my thighs back onto the countertop.

"No, sweetheart, today I'm making your lunch. Please."

I sighed.

"All right, fine by me. But I want to take it with me."

He looked at me questioningly.

"Where are we going?"

"To the clearing!", I explained tersely.

Why I wanted to go there with him, he did not necessarily have to know now, I thought.

Edward had really driven me crazy with his fuss about my sandwich. The procedure, which I had to endure because of the bread, followed then also for the butter, the cheese, the sausage and/or the ham and for my beverage. It was cruel.

Annoyed, I had snatched the bag with the cocoa and the sandwich from his hand afterwards and sat down on his back.

Edward had sighed, turned to me one last time, and then had run off with me.