As you know, this chapter takes place at the Cullens’ house. This may or may not be riddled with errors and is subject to (and most likely will) change.
There was a creak in the hallway, too loud to be the house settling. I sat up, holding my breath as a shadow moved outside the door. I imagined Edward standing on the other side. Would he knock? Would he try the handle, only to find it locked? What would he say? Would he demand I join him for the evening, knowing his parents were under the same roof?
The silence outside the door was unsettling. After a few more moments, the shadow disappeared and soft footsteps padded down the hallway. I collapsed on the bed and let out a deep breath. He didn’t do anything. Surprisingly I was . . . disappointed.
My phone buzzed with a new text message, and I flew off the bed to get to it.
Are you still awake?
I hesitated, deciding how to respond. I didn’t want to ignore him, but I didn’t want to seem needy, either.
What are you doing?
Lying here unable to sleep sounded lame, so instead of telling Edward the truth, I decided to have some fun at his expense.
Rummaging through your porn stash.
I was lying, but I liked getting him worked up.
Are you telling me you didn’t hide dirty magazines under your bed?
Of course I did. Do you think I didn’t take them with me when I moved out?
So that explains why I didn’t find any.
Stay out of my stuff.
What are you hiding?
Five minutes went by without a response. I wondered if I offended him, or maybe my comment struck a chord. I was about to give up and go back to bed when I received another message.
Look in the nightstand, under the liner.
I was on my feet, my phone forgotten. I turned on the lamp and, as quietly as possible, removed the contents from the nightstand drawer. One corner of the liner was pulled up. I gripped it between my fingertips, careful not to tear it as I slowly peeled it back. I held my breath, anticipating what treasure I would find, what secrets of Edward’s past lie beneath.
It was empty.
Finding my phone where it tumbled to the floor, I sent him another message.
There wasn’t anything there.
I didn’t know him well enough to predict how he would react. Edward didn’t seem like the type of man to sit and stew in silence. I half expected him to barge through the door at any moment, furious and frantic as he searched for the missing item.
His response infuriated me.
I know. ;)
He winky faced me! How dare he winky face me? I was supposed to be toying with him, not the other way around.
I kept my reply short.
Good night, Edward.
Good night, beautiful.