The events during that summer between Twilight and New Moon... basically a Jacob-free version of Bella and Edward romance, and the problems that ensue without the help of werewolves, vendetta-ridden vampires, or the Volturi. No danger or action, for the most part, just their relationship.
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3. Chapter 3
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"Good night, my love," he whispered into the darkness. That night, I dreamt of him for another night in a row. It was becoming a routine for me. The next morning, I woke up to Edward behind me, in the same protective embrace as before, watching me sleep. He hadn't slept a wink the entire night. I wondered vaguely why he chose to spend his nights watching me snore.
"Good morning," I managed before I remembered morning breath and quickly turned my head away from his approaching kiss. "I'll be right back." I hopped off the bed and made it to my bathroom, thoroughly brushing my teeth and checking the clock in the hall. 9:13 AM. Charlie had already left for work and today was Saturday; no school. I returned to my room and looked at his statue-like body lying spread out on my bed, his arms coolly behind his head, waiting for my return.
"Let's try this again. Good morning," I smiled and he made his way over to me. I only just managed to catch the glimpse of mischief in his eye before he was in front of me. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to my neck, tenderly inhaling my scent which he found so hard to resist. Then, gently, his perfect nose followed the outline of my jaw and stopped precariously at the edge of my lips.
"Great morning," he breathed and then he gently kissed me. I heartily kissed back, melting into his embrace as I began entangling my hands in his bronze hair. After a minute, and without thinking, I began to pull him with me towards the bed. He could make me dizzy just by being in my presence, but kissing me like this rendered me without thoughts. He followed, running his fingers down my spine before he realized where I was going. He carefully pushed me away, and looked into my face. His eyes, usually upset that I had tempted his control by moving too fast, simply gazed lovingly into mine. I detected a faint smile in the shining topaz as his eyebrow ever so slightly raised. "Didn't you just get out of the bed?" he teased, releasing my hands from his neck and placing them in his own. Edward, I thought, will you ever stop dazzling me? I tried to slow my breathing and my heartbeat, and I was sure if he had a pulse he would need to lower his, too. I laughed and blushed heartily.
"Hey, you started it," I accused sweetly, squeezing his hands. "So, what's the plan for today?" I asked. "Charlie left two hours ago and as much as I'm sure you loved watching me sleep, we have to get this day started..." I trailed off jokingly. What should we do today? We hadn't been to the clearing in a while, and today is a beautiful day outside. It would be the perfect setting to watch his pale, beautiful skin sparkle in the sunlight. I thought dreamily, and maybe we could continue this kiss... "How about the clearing," I suggested. "It's sunny outside. You wouldn't be able to go anywhere else..." He brushed my hair off my neck, sending chills through my body, while he considered my argument.
"That sounds perfect to me. Excuse me while I go get my car. I'll meet you outside in ten minutes," he suggested, heading towards the window. I nodded briefly as his tall, perfectly sculpted body climbed out my window at lightning speed. I sighed, still in awe at his wonder. I had to be the luckiest girl alive to have won his heart. I ran to the bathroom and showered faster than I ever had before. I almost stumbled getting out of the tub and hastily began to get dressed, pulling on the pair of jean shorts from the night before and a blue tank-top - he told me once he loved the blue against my skin. I brushed my hair and wrapped it into a ponytail, then threw on just a hint of mascara. I never wore makeup much but I was hoping today would be special. After some struggling and odd maneuvering around my cast, I managed to pull on my converse and head down the stairs, grabbing a granola bar for breakfast. I knew he would arrive any second, and just on cue, the doorbell rang. Today, I was sure, was going to be an interesting day.
"I'm ready," I exclaimed, throwing the door open. I looked back into two startled blue eyes. Wait...blue?
"Ready for what, exactly," asked Charlie, with a look of accusation etched across his face.
"Dad, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work," I answered, none to subtly.
"I am at work. I was driving my rounds and remembered I had left my badge on the kitchen counter," he answered. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to go grab it right now." He raised an eyebrow as I realized I was still standing in the door frame, blocking his way into the house. Quickly I stepped back and let him in, wishing silently that he would hurry up and leave so I could avoid any awkward confrontations with Edward and my father.
"Oh, alright," I mumbled. Please hurry up, Charlie. He grabbed the badge and tucked it in his jacket pocket, then turned to me with a frown on his face.
"So, uh... where you headed, Bells? It's not even ten in the morning. I figured after a night like last night you'd sleep in until noon." He glanced suspiciously up the stairs, as if expecting Edward to jump out and yell "You caught us!" Dad's can be so overprotective sometimes, especially when they're enforcers of the law.
"Edward and I have a full day planned. He was just about to come pick me up." I motioned to my cast. "Today's the last day I'm forced to wear this thing --" I was interrupted by a shiny silver Volvo pulling in the driveway. Charlie's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched Edward park the car.
I waited expectantly for him to step out towards Charlie and me, but he remained securely fastened behind his seatbelt, glowing ever so slightly through the dark tinted windows. I squinted as the sun beat down for maybe the third time this year and wondered vaguely why Edward wouldn't get out. Charlie stood right next to me, nearly exploding with the disrespect Edward was showing. I could almost hear Charlie's thoughts myself, and I was positive that Edward could hear them clearer than crystal. And then I realized. The sun was shining brightly today, and the jacket I had grabbed on my way out suddenly made me very warm-Edward would be sparkling. Of course he couldn't get out of the car! And here I stood like a bumbling idiot waiting for him to be a gentleman while he was probably praying for me to make a quick exit! I watched Charlie begin to process the situation and I panicked.
"Well, that's him. See ya!" With that, I closed the front door and barely restrained myself from running to the idle Volvo. As I shut the door and began to buckle my seat belt Edward let out a strained breath from the dark driver's seat.
"I was wondering when you'd figure it out..." he chuckled dryly as he put the car in drive. We turned out of the driveway and began down the street, Charlie still standing dumbstruck on the porch. "I was starting to get nervous. He may only be human, but he is an angry father with a pistol."
"I know, I know." And then I noticed his arms. "Edward, you're glowing." His pale stone skin was faintly shimmering in the darkness of the car. Of course he was glowing, I told myself. That was why he wouldn't get out of the car in front of Charlie. But knowing this still didn't prepare me for the wonder of seeing my supernaturally beautiful boyfriend and his shimmering skin. My eyes raked from his hands resting on the steering wheel to his toned arms peeking through the black cotton fitted tee he wore tucked into dark jeans. He took his eyes off the road and watched me ogling him with a teasing look on his gorgeous face. I was struck momentarily breathless as my eyes met his scorching topaz ones and I forgot all about his glowing skin. He cleared his throat. I snapped out of my trance and blushed furiously.
"So, uh, where are we headed?" I tried to change the subject, my voice cracking slightly. It took all the resolve I had not to look at him as he answered coolly.
"Well, first we're taking you to the hospital to have Carlisle remove your cast. Then we'll make a quick stop by my house, if that's alright with you." I nodded. "And then... I'm yours for the rest of the day." He smiled warmly and reached for my hand between the seats. His cold, strong fingers stroked the top of my hand and he gently squeezed my palm in his. I couldn't help myself as I looked away from the window and back to his face. Would I ever get used to his perfection?