Slowly tasting, his lips on her lips, with her tongue she played a dreamy dance. It was right. It was good. It was easy; a sleepy, lust-filled ecstasy. They fell into each other over and over, the yellow day lighting the way for happiness.
No Mike. No Benny.
His hands holding her in place, in place with him. Never leave.
No Carlisle. No Rosalie.
“Edward, you’ve completely stolen me.”
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Trying to figure out what to do with my days now is harder than I would have thought. Since I can remember I’ve always known I would be something. An actress, running around a stage being silly and dramatic, crying through a tragedy, maybe even winning an award. Since I can remember I have always liked the idea of writing, or painting. My art skills suck, and the only writing I’ve ever tried are the words in my journal. Still, I always had something in mind. Dancing was always fun, a fantasy job that I couldn’t ever really commit to. Dancing at the club began as something to lose myself in, to feel as free as possible since my days were always fraught with so many rules.
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Sent: 9 Mar 2013 12.03am
I’m at Edward’s. In Edward’s bed! He left to go to work, and I’m here all on my own! :o
Sent: 9 Mar 2013 12.08am
Does he know or did you sneak back in? ;)
Morning moments of a new kind of day. A new kind of way. He woke to a sleeping love, peaceful, no soaked sheets, no nightmares, just her, the lovely girl. A luminous intensity, pale met rosy-cream pictures, lying in his bed, remembering her, and the way they moved together just last night. He laid watching her, lost in lightening moments. He thought to take a pen and write it down, to tell someone. His need to express overwhelmed him.
Unable to wait any longer, he leaned forward and gently pushed his nose against hers. Small touches in place of words, small actions forever meaning more. She shifted and stirred, lightly groaning for being woken. Eyes fluttered, no letting up, she knew he was there, a smile as big as his heart, reflecting back. And it was okay. It was more than.
“Morning, pretty girl.”
The walk back to the car felt like an age, feet unwilling to meet their minds pace. They shared a look that said, I know. Believe me, I know.
Less people, still from the sound, and freezing cold fingers, she couldn’t feel anything but him, the urgency of him, the bubbling happiness he made her feel.
They drove a distance, a buzzed silence filling the car. The beautiful lights from a place she’d never forget began to disappear.
Home was a way away and he felt like he could no longer wait, he would no longer wait.
Edward pulled the car into a lane, away from the throngs of people coming and going from the attraction, away from the lights leaving only them. A large tree hung down above where he parked.
“What are you doing?”
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I don’t have to go to work. When I wake up, I have no plans to be anywhere, to do anything. It’s terrifying.
“I wanna tell you not to leave.”
“Believe me, I don’t want to go, but I’ll be back in the morning.”
He does have to go to work. He has to walk around an empty building, keeping it safe. I want him to stay. I need him to stay. Stay and keep me safe.
“I should go home.” I don’t really want to, but it’s what I think I should say, it’s probably what I should want.
“No, Bella. Stay. Stay here, and order in, watch a movie, do whatever, mess with my things, you know you want to.” His smile is cheeky, happy. He’s so easy. So uncomplicated.