Bella awoke with a start and cried out. The painkillers were beginning to wear off. Edward could smell her body slowly metabolizing them. She looked to where she knew he would be and whispered, “Edward?”
He liked the sound of his name rolling off her lips, the frailness of her voice, the dependency. He remained silent and waited patiently for her to continue.
“Not here,” he answered curtly. He knew he was less than hospitable, but it was disappointing that the first time she addressed him by name, she asked for someone else. He wanted her to need him the way he needed her. “What is it that you need?”