Edward closes the motel room door behind him and I collapse onto the bed. For two nights in a row now, my body has responded to his touch in ways I hadn’t thought possible – not only physically but mentally too. He makes me feel sexy and cared for and wanted. Really, really wanted. I can honestly say I never thought I was capable of the level of desire I have for him. Everything about him is perfect. Being with him feels so right.
In a sudden rush of excitement I stand up on the bed and jump around, giggling and smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. The blankets bunch up under my feet and one of the pillows bounces to the floor. The springs groan in protest each time I land and I hop off when I realize what it might sound like to the neighbors.
As I’m slipping on my pajamas, Edward’s cell phone rings. I dig through his duffle bag until I find it, secretly hoping it’s Alice, since Edward doesn’t seem to get many calls. The caller ID only shows a number and I flip it open without thinking about whether or not I should.
ooza | FanFiction | TWCS