Bella can taste the venom in his kiss. It is sweet and tingly, and her heart beats faster with thoughts of what is to come. She has waited so long, and he’s finally giving in to her wishes.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Edward asks.
She nods eagerly and holds him closer. “Yes.”
“We can’t take it back,” he reminds her.
“I would never want to. I love you, Edward. Forever.”
He smiles at her reassuringly before brushing his teeth across her neck so softly, so gently, that it feels like nothing more than a kiss.
Bella has been asking for weeks. She wants us to be closer, to kiss deeper, to have less fabric between us. She knows it’s difficult for me, but she doesn’t understand just how hard it is.
It isn’t her fault; she doesn’t know what it’s like.
How can I not give in when she wants it so badly? When it’s something I could do but choose not to.
Even if it is for her safety.
“Jake would do it.”
Her words sting my eyes and tear at my chest. How can I not give in when I’m competing with him?
I can’t believe I’m only starting my junior year at Forks High. It feels like I’ve been coming here for ages. I guess after so many years, time spent in classrooms blends together.
Rosalie and Emmett will have a year to themselves after they “graduate” this spring, and it makes me jealous. Jasper will stick around because of Alice. At least he won’t have to go to classes like us.
Who am I kidding? High school doesn’t make me miserable, being alone does. What I wouldn’t give—even if just for a day—to have someone to call my own.
I watch as the rain pours relentlessly. So much for spending the weekend camping with friends.
“Bella, come down here, please.”
I smile when I enter the living room. Edward has rearranged the furniture, draping blankets over them to create a makeshift tent. He’s crouching in front of the fireplace, and I laugh when I realize what he is doing.
“S’more?” He offers me the sticky campfire treat.
“Oh, Edward!” I slide next to him on the floor and wrap my arms around his neck.
“I hate seeing you sad.”
I thank him with my lips, s’more all but forgotten.
Edward prided himself on being a gentleman, so it was no surprise when he offered to help the delicate looking brunette with her shopping bags.
“Thank you so much,” she said, closing the apartment door behind them. “Would you like to stay for a . . . drink?”
“No, thanks, miss. I should get home.” He reached for the door, but the girl stopped him.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” She pulled off her sunglasses, revealing scarlet red eyes. Edward gasped as she threw him onto the floor and hovered over him. Placing her teeth against his neck, she whispered, “You are mine.”
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