Forty-Seven

B

Edward insists that I take a week off to move out of my apartment and into his—our house.

It still feels like a dream. That he would ask me and even think I was going to say no. I mean, I've spent more time with him than I have at my apartment these past couple of months.

A knock on my bedroom door brings me out of my thoughts.

"I know you're in a hurry to get out of here, but I was wondering if you wanted to take a break?" Rose asks.

"Of course." I stand up. "And for the record, I'm not in any hurry."

She smiles. "I thought we could order a pizza and watch a movie before you run home to your boy toy."

I repeat that I'm not in a hurry and drop a stack of folded shirts in a box. "Pitch Perfect?"

"Of course."

While she orders a large meat lovers pizza and a double order of wings, I call Edward and let him know that I won't be home tonight. "I think Rose is going to miss me more than she's letting on." I laugh softly.

"I'll miss you, but I understand that you need to spend some time with your friend."

He tells me he loves me, and I return the sentiment before grabbing a couple beers and joining Rose on the couch.

"It'll be here in thirty minutes," she says, accepting a bottle. "Thanks."

"I thought we could marathon if you want."

She gives me a questioning look.

"I already called Edward. You've got me for one last night."

"You don't have to—"

"I want to, Rose. Let's get drunk, watch our favorite movies, and spend our last night as roommates together."

Her bottom lip quivers, and her eyes fill with unshed tears. "I'm really going to miss you."

My eyes grow misty, and I pull her into a hug. "You act like we're never going to see each other again."

"I know we have to move on with our lives eventually. We're both in serious relationships, and we have these amazing men who are going to take care of us." She sniffs.

"And we'll make sure we meet up as often as possible. Even if it's just lunch or a movie. I promise."

"Me too."

The food arrives and we gorge ourselves, get more than a little tipsy, and watch two and a half movies before passing out on the couch together for the last time.

…

It takes me five days to move everything. I go about it the smart way. Pack a box, take it home, and unpack it while spending as much time as possible with Rose as her schedule allows. She originally offered to take some time off, but I insisted that she save her sick days to help Emmett make the move.

The moving part is easy, seeing as I'm only taking my personal stuff. I'm leaving the furniture, seeing as Edward already has an entire bedroom set and mine was mostly flea market and yard sale finds. Technically, I bought the sofa when we moved in, but I like his better.

When he's not at the bar, Edward is helping me settle and ensuring that I'm not going to change my mind. I'm constantly having to reassure him that I won't.

I finish hanging the last of my shirts in our closet and climb on the bed, straddling him and cupping his face with both hands. "What makes you think I'm not one hundred percent in? I've already signed the paperwork removing myself from my lease."

He caresses my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip, making me shiver. "I keep thinking that one day, I'm going to wake up and this will all be a dream. That you'll just be a dream."

I kiss him and pull back to meet him eye to eye. "You need to wake up, handsome. I'm here with no plans to go anywhere."

"I just love you so much, Bella. More than you could ever know."

"That's just the thing. I do know. I feel it every day, in everything you do."

My stomach growls, interrupting our emotional moment, and we both laugh.

"Sorry. I haven't eaten today."

Edward smiles. "Do you want to go out? Or we could order in?"

"l would really like a couple of your grilled cheese sandwiches. I could make some soup, and we can watch a movie."

"Sounds good to me."

We work side by side, putting dinner together and settle in the living room, in front of the big television hanging above the fireplace.

Edward asks me what movie I want to watch while we eat, and we decide on an action flick we both haven't seen before.

"You make good soup." He hums, slurping the last bit and popping the last bite of sandwich in his mouth before reaching for a napkin.

I laugh. "It's from a can. I just added milk and stirred."

"Well, it's still delicious."

I roll my eyes. "You're just trying to get laid tonight."

He grins. "We need to celebrate you moving in by christening our new living arrangement."

I roll my eyes again. "Of course, we do."

"I think we should start here on the couch."

My stomach tightens with anticipation. "Start?"

Edward nods. "I plan on having you right here and again in the shower. Maybe in our bed if I haven't tired you out by then."

Movie forgotten, I set my empty bowl on the coffee table and climb onto his lap. "We better get to it then."

Laughing, he pulls me in for a panty-soaking kiss while his hands sneak under my shirt, trailing up my back and holding me close.

I grind down on his erection, happy that we've both already stripped down to our underwear.

"Mmm, baby."

I hum and stand up, quickly slipping out of my panties while he gets rid of his boxers.

His cock, thick and leaking, stands proud for me, and I waste no time climbing back on top of him and taking him inside me.

We both groan when he fills me so completely.

Another scintillating kiss as I start rocking, using his shoulders for leverage, has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

Edward can't choose what he wants to do with his hands. They wander, starting with my breasts, wrapping his arms around me until our chests are pressed together, and gripping my hips. Hard.

He doesn't hold back, moaning loudly and praising me as I move over him.

"You feel so good wrapped around me," he coos in my ear. "I love being inside you."

"God, baby. Just like that."

And my personal favorite. "Fuck, Bella." He growls, pulling me down hard and thrusting into me roughly, biting my lip so hard I taste blood.

It only spurs me on.

I'm making noises of my own. Unintelligible sounds echoing off the walls of my new home when his thumb finds my clit, rubbing fast and firm.

Our climax is just that.

Explosive.

I've changed my mind. My favorite is a whisper in my ear. "Welcome home, baby." As we both float back to earth.