What happens later that night after Edward disables Bella's truck so she can't go see Jake? A missing moment from Eclipse.
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1. Raised Window
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I was lying on my side, facing away from the window, still seething, when I heard him land with a whisper-soft thump. I knew he could sense I was still awake.
“Bella?” he asked, questioning both my wakefulness and my mood.
“Did you put my truck back together?” I answered petulantly, without turning toward him.I could hear the smirk in his voice, I could see, even in the darkness, his eyebrows rising in amusement. Stupid mechanically inclined vampire.
“Yes. Your truck is as good as…new.” More smirking. Then softer, “I’m glad you changed your mind about the window. You’re still angry, though. Do you want me to leave?”
I sighed. Of course I didn’t want him to leave. Ever. As annoyed as I was by his little stunt with my truck, the thought of being without him all night long was too much, hence the re-opening of my window.
“Good. But you’re still angry with me.” Edward alighted gracefully along the edge of my bed. I rolled onto my right side and propped myself up with my elbow to look up at his perfect face.
“Edward, I appreciate that you think I am in constant danger, but don’t you think it was a bit over-the-top to disable my truck? Not to mention the fact that you just about gave me a heart attack, sitting there in the dark like that.”
“I’m sorry for startling you.”
I sat up and turned to look him in the eye at a more comfortable angle.
“That’s it, though, isn’t it? You’re not sorry about the rest of it. “
“Bella, I’m not sorry I prevented you from driving to La Push. I know what it’s like to lose you and I will not be in that situation again. I’m far too selfish, and I love you too much to let you put yourself in a precarious position.”
I let out a silent shriek of frustration. “I know you do, and I love you enough not to knowingly put myself in danger. Going to visit Jacob is not dangerous. He’s my friend and I want to see him, and I will see him soon, whether you like it or not.”
“We’ll see.” Not as much smirking now; there was an unmistakable note of challenge in his voice.
“Edward. Don’t you think your tactics tonight were a bit controlling? You could have just shown up after Alice’s non-vision and asked me not to go. You could have given me the choice.”
Edward’s perfect brow furrowed a bit and he paused before he spoke, more softly than before.
“Bella. It is not my intent to tell you what to do, or to keep you from doing things that make you happy. I am truly sorry if my behavior tonight gave you the impression that I want to control you. What I will never apologize for is doing my best to keep you safe. I can’t lose you again. “
I picked up his cold smooth hands in mine. His sincerity was indisputable, his eyes, a mixture of pain and pleading, still dazzled me.
“You will never lose me again. I won’t let you.” I stretched up to find his cold lips with mine, to seal my words. I pulled him down beside me to snuggle closer, to smell his scent and feel his marble arms around me.
“Promise me you won’t disable my truck again?”
“I’m going to La Push.” I warned him.
“Sure you are. Goodnight, my Bella.”
“Alice can’t be watching all the time,” I reasoned, sleepily.
Edward started to hum my lullaby. Between kisses to my hair, he murmured, “are you still very angry with me?”
“No. I know your intentions are to keep me safe. Your methods need some work.”
He laughed in the darkness. “I’ll try. What am I going to do with you? The harder I work to keep you safe, the more trouble you attract. You’re practically running toward danger”
“Yeah, I’m weird that way. I’m still going to see Jacob.”
“I’m still going to try to stop you.”I knew that, and strangely, I wasn’t angry. I also didn’t feel the need to sneak around; I’d made it perfectly clear that I intended to go. I was also feeling sleepy, and relieved to have Edward here with me, and to let go of my anger.
In the morning, Edward was there to pick me up for school as usual, and as usual, he was supernaturally attractive in his ice-blue sweater and khakis, eyes a soft topaz. He greeted me with a kiss and another smirk.
“What’s so funny?” I asked. Was there pop tart in my teeth?
“You are. Especially when you sleep”
“Oh, no! What did I say?” I was already blushing, thinking of all the things I might have said, knowing how my dreams of Edward usually ended.
“One word was remarkably clear.”
“Just tell me. Let’s get it over with.”
“You said—‘Impasse.’ ”