“Isabella…”
Oh my
Edward’s beautiful green eyes had never been so intense as at that moment. I looked into those eyes and saw all the love I had for him reflected back. He cleared his throat. I almost giggled at his nervousness, but knew that my own nerves weren’t faring any better.
“Bella, from the moment we met, I was drawn to you. You jolted my dead heart to life that day, and now it beats only for you my love. Each day since, I feel more alive than the day before. We’ve known one another for one hundred and thirty days. Believe me, I researched it.” He grinned. “One hundred and thirty days that have changed my life forever.”
“On day seven, you told me you loved me and we kissed for the first time. On day sixteen, you learned the last of my truths, and didn’t run away.” He said as he smirked. “On day seventeen, you agreed to go on our first official date. On day eighty-nine you took me back after my bout of sheer and utter stupidity.” He said quietly.
“On day one hundred, one of my personal favorites, you gave me a lap dance in my Dad’s Mercedes.” He grinned, and I giggled.
On day one hundred and nine, you performed the sexiest belly dance of all time, just for me.” He winked, and I palmed my face with my free hand.
His tone then turned sweet and sincere again. “On day one hundred twenty-seven, you arrived in England, surprising the hell out of me. I can’t express just how much that meant to me sweetheart.”
He took a deep breath, “And on day one-hundred thirty, the most important day of them all. Today. On day one-hundred thirty, I am hoping, that you will consent to be my wife.”
“Isabella, please make me the happiest man on earth. Say you’ll marry me.”
All the ways I’d imagined being proposed to, and believe me since I’d met Edward I’d imagined quite a few, paled in comparison to the real thing. This was sweeter and more romantic than anything from an Austen novel, while at the same time it was just quirky enough to be perfect. Perfect for us.
I gazed at the man kneeling before me and studied his hopeful expression. Edward was everything I would ever want or need to survive in this world. With Edward, not only would I survive, I would thrive.
“Yes, Edward. I can’t imagine my life without you. I can’t imagine a single tomorrow without you.”
“That’s good baby, because I intend for us to spend all of our tomorrows blissfully together.” He kissed my left hand, and then placed the ring on it before kissing the finger upon which it rested. “I love you Bella.” He said as he stood and pulled me into his arms.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you too Edward, so much.”
Edward leaned down and placed whisper soft kisses on my nose and cheeks before grazing my lips with his. “Thank you.” He whispered. Then his lips were on mine. This kiss was different. He kissed me with something that almost felt like reverence. I had never felt so cherished and loved in my life as I did at that moment, in Edward‘s arms. He was my soul mate, the person my heart had been searching for all my life without even knowing. From the beginning, we were meant to find each other and be together.
Edward began to kiss down my neck. “I want to marry you, and have babies with you.” He kissed along my shoulder. “I want to take you all over the world, and make love to you on every continent.”
Damn. Even Antarctica? Fuck it, I don’t care, let the stupid penguins watch.
“I want to argue with you…”
What?
I pulled away slightly and looked at him questioningly. “Why do you want to argue with me Edward?”
He smiled crookedly. “So we can make up afterward of course.”
I giggled.
Mmm. Makeup sex with Edward…
Any kind of sex with Edward….
Because it was us, the kisses quickly turned passionate, with our lips molded together as our tongues explored. My body melted into Edward’s warm embrace as each gasp of air was coupled with whispered ‘I love yous’. Finally, but all too soon, we broke the kiss, while still holding tightly to each other.
“I can’t believe you were able to pull all of this together.” I smiled up in amazement at my fiancé.
Only the thought of Edward Cullen as my fiancé, could make my heart skip a beat and my panties go up in flames at the same moment.
Dear God Bella, wait until he’s your husband…you may go into cardiac arrest.
“It’s a long story love.” He smiled.
“I think I’ve got time. Although my fiancé is supposed to be taking me to dinner.” Edward’s face broke into the biggest smile at those words.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, while still holding me close to his body. “Hold that thought.” He said as he held up one finger, then turned his attention to his call. “Hello Gordon. We’re ready.” He said quietly. “Of course she said yes.” He looked at me as he grinned. “Alright see you in a bit.”
“Gordon? As in Gordon Ramsay?” I asked, intrigued.
“Yes, part of the long story.” He smiled as he put his phone away.
“Spill it Cullen.” I pressed with a smile.
“I’ve been planning to ask you for some time now, I just wanted the moment to be right. I assumed it wouldn’t be until I returned home from England, but your surprise visit spurred me on to act sooner.”
“On Easter Sunday, I asked your father’s permission.”
Holy crap! Charlie knows?
“What did he say?” I asked fearfully.
Edward laughed. “After a lengthy lecture about all the things he could do to me, and make it look like an accident if I were to hurt you, he gave us his blessing.” Edward smiled.
Wow, just wow.
“Things started to come together after that. The first week that I was here in London, I went out exploring when I had a free afternoon. I literally saw the jewelers and felt compelled to go inside. I chose the ring that day.”
I’d been so wrapped up in the proposal, that I hadn’t taken a moment to look at the ring until now. It was beautiful, of course, and I was certain it was expensive, but once again it reflected just how well Edward knew me. It was not gaudy or overstated. The band was platinum, I guessed, and on it was mounted a round solitaire diamond flanked on each side by small pear-shaped diamonds. It was perfect.
Edward continued. “Of course I had to phone Rose in order to get your ring size, and she almost burst my eardrum with her screaming.”
Rose knows too?
“I swore her to secrecy, and obviously she kept her word because you genuinely seemed surprised.” He continued to smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.
“But how did you pull all this together?” I asked as I pointed around the room.
“Ah, well. The weekend I went out with Alice and Jasper, we ended up here. I suspect that Alice must have known the house was on the market, although she swears she didn’t. When I realized that this home was for sale, it felt as if fate had sent me here.”
What in Middle Earth is he talking about?
“Edward are you saying that you bought this house?” I asked as I felt my eyes protruding from their sockets.
He took a breath. “I was hoping that we could buy this house. The paperwork is awaiting your signature.”
I am going to pass the fuck out.
This was a lot to take for one evening. He probably should have kept that little tidbit to himself for a few days, weeks, maybe years.
I was having a little difficulty catching my breath. “Bella, it’s okay if you don’t want it. I didn’t know...”
I grabbed his jacket lapels in my hands and smiled at him. “Are you fucking kidding me Edward? I love this house. I love that you thought to buy it for me. And I love you most of all.” I said as I threw my arms around his neck again.
Edward laughed and hugged me. “My intention was to bring you here after graduation, and propose then, but when you surprised me with your visit, I couldn’t wait.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t.” I grinned.
“I threatened Alec with bodily harm if he screwed this up.” He smiled. “He and the set decorator were in charge of making sure this got finished by tonight. The other evening, when we met Gordon, I explained to him about the proposal while you were in the restroom. Originally, I had planned to take you out for dinner afterwards, and I was explaining to Gordon that I wanted it to be special. He came up with a different idea as we talked.”
Gordon Ramsay knows too? What the fuck?
“Of course my idea was infinitely better than Edward’s.” came a voice from the doorway. I turned to see none other than Gordon Ramsay himself standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, a satisfied smile on his face. “Why in the hell would you want to go out and have a bunch of nosey bastards stare at you all night, when I could bring the dinner to you.” Gordon signaled to someone behind him, and I watched as several people filed into the room.
Before I knew it, they had set up a small dining table, covered with a linen cloth and place settings for two, along with chairs for Edward and I. A few minutes later a small side table was set up with what I assumed to be our dinner. Gordon himself carried in a bucket containing a bottle of chilled champagne.
“I realize that there are a lot of family and friends with which you’d probably like to share this moment. But they are not here.” Gordon said as he filled two champagne flutes and handed them to us. “So, let me be the first to congratulate you, because I fucking can.” Gordon said as he grinned from ear to ear.
We laughed and accepted his congratulations, and thanked him profusely. “Don’t mention it, but I do expect an invite to the wedding.” He said with a smile as he left.
Wedding. Oh my God. I’m getting married!
Edward, seeing the frozen expression on my face, pulled me over to a chair, and had me sit down as he crouched beside me and rubbed my arm soothingly.
“Sweetheart, do you not feel like eating? We can get something else.” He was concerned.
“No Edward, I’m actually starving, I’m just freaking out a little.” I said as I bit my lip.
He smiled and walked over to one of the bookcases, reaching behind a tree branch. As he walked back over to me, soft music began to play.
I smiled at him and shook my head. “Mr. Movie Star, you truly thought of everything.”
“Would it be too much to ask, before we eat, to have a first dance with my fiancée?” He smiled as he reached for my hand.
.
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there's no one above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do
.
As usual, Edward leaned down to my ear, singing along with Van Morrison.
.
Oh the morning sun in all its glory
Greets the day with hope and comfort too
And you fill my life with laughter
You can make it better
Ease my troubles that's what you do
.
Edward was, without a doubt the sexiest and sweetest man alive. I defy anyone to argue that point.
.
There's a love that's divine
And it's yours and it's mine
Like the sun at the end of the day
We should give thanks and pray to the One
.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me Mr. Movie Star.” I whispered.
Edward quirked an eyebrow as he looked down at me. “Do you know better?”
Gah! Is he trying to seduce me?
Edward continued to sing softly.
.
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there's no one above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do
.
Edward led me back to the table so that we could eat. By this time I was ravenous, and I could tell that Edward was hungry also. After our dinner, and the champagne, Edward led a very sleepy Bella out to where Sidney waited in the driveway.
This day had been wonderful from beginning to end. I knew that every day of our life together wouldn’t be this perfect, but I knew also that, as long as we were willing to try, we could come pretty damn close.
I already had the perfect man.
By the time we reached the hotel, I was asleep. I vaguely remembered Edward carrying me upstairs and laying me in the bed. I heard him whisper “Sleep sweetheart, you had a big day.”
I woke in the middle of the night, very uncomfortable and realized I was still wearing my dress. It was bunching and twisting around my legs, driving me crazy in my sleep.
I crawled out of the bed, still half asleep, discarded the dress, and crawled back in, snuggling against a sound asleep Edward.
Usually when I woke up, Edward’s body would be pressed against my back, with Edward‘s prominent erection pressed against my backside. I remember months ago, the first time that it happened, he apologized for his morning ‘issue‘. After that, neither of us mentioned again. He knew that I knew, and I knew that he knew I knew.
What the hell are you babbling about Bella?
This morning, he wasn’t there.
He’s probably disappointed that you fell asleep, and is now regretting his choice of fiancée.
Shut the hell up.
Thinking he’d gotten up early again, I rolled over to find Edward, freshly showered, sitting in a comfortable chair near the foot of the bed, watching me.
I sat up immediately, and saw his eyebrows shoot up, almost to his hairline. “Good morning.” I whispered while smiling sweetly.
“Good morning sweetheart.” He answered, but his eyes weren’t on my face. I glanced down and noticed I was in my strapless bra.
Oh shit, I took my dress off during the night. Edward is so staring at my tits.
If I want to have a serious conversation with him, I’d better cover that shit up.
I pulled the sheet up and cleared my throat. I watched as Edward’s eyes shot up to my face, and he actually blushed. My self-esteem shot up several notches at that moment. Edward was always telling me that I was sexy, but I only half-believed him. His reaction this morning was to die for.
Maybe I should tease him a little. After all I just agreed to marry this man, I think it’s okay if he sees me in my bra and panties. Or naked.
“Edward, why don’t you come back to bed. It’s too early, and I’m lonely.” I pouted.
Edward squirmed a little in his chair. “No baby, I’m good. You should probably get up soon if you want to go to Mass.”
That’s right, it’s Sunday.
“Okay” I announced cheerily as I threw back the covers and stood, on my way to the bathroom. I took a quick peek over my shoulder, and saw Edward’s eyes burning with a green fire as he looked everywhere but at my face.
I purposefully left my clothes in the bedroom so that I could walk out there in nothing but a towel after the bath.
Edward actually looked in pain that time. Just before he blew past me on his way to the bathroom, he brought his lips low to my ear. “I’m on to you Miss Swan. Understand that two can play at that game.”
I gasped, afraid to wonder what he meant by that.
I made sure to be completely dressed by the time Edward exited the bathroom. When he came out, he was wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips.
Vengeance is a cold bitch.
He had a light breakfast of scones and tea delivered to the suite which we ate as we talked.
Edward was watching my hand as I ate. “Have you decided to wear that in public?”
I looked down at my hand, and realized he was talking about my ring. “Shouldn’t I?” I asked, confused.
He smiled. “I just thought that maybe you wouldn’t want the public to know yet. It will mean a lot of publicity. Again.” He said while watching my face carefully.
“Do you not want me to wear it?” I was starting to feel insecure again.
Maybe Edward wants to keep this under wraps.
Always in tune with my mood, he suddenly grabbed my hand. “Bella, I really want you to wear the ring. I was hoping against hope that you would. Nothing would please me more than for the world to know that you are mine.” He smiled brilliantly.
And just like that, the insecurities vanished.
I smiled back. “It’s kind of unfair that only the woman wears a symbol of the engagement don’t you think?” I said. “I mean, you’re officially ‘off the market’ too. You should wear something to symbolize that.”
He grinned. “What did you have in mind?”
Crap. What have I gotten myself into?
“I don’t know. Maybe I could buy you something to wear. I mean, it wouldn’t mean anything to the general public, but it would mean something to us.” I trailed off, assuming I sounded ridiculous.
Edward smiled and tilted his head at me. “I think that’s a wonderful idea Bella. We’ll stop by Tiffany’s on the way home today.”
I gasped.
Tiffany’s is so expensive.
Edward arched an eyebrow. “And Bella, I’m paying.” He said it with such finality, that I didn’t dare argue.
About thirty minutes before we had to leave for church, I excused myself to the bedroom, my phone in hand. Edward gave me a confused look. “I don’t want my Dad to find out from someone else.” I said quietly. Edward smiled and nodded.
I closed myself in the room and dialed my Dad’s number.
It’s almost two o’clock in the morning at home, he’s going to kill me.
I listened as a groggy Charlie answered the phone. “Bells, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Dad, everything’s fine. I’m so sorry to call this late. Um, I have something to tell you, and I didn’t want you to hear from someone else.”
I suddenly started to feel very emotional, and was missing my father’s awkward hugs. Truth be told, this conversation was bittersweet for me, because I should have to be making two phone calls instead of just one.
Because my mother’s life had been stolen away, I wouldn’t get to make that second call. I wouldn’t get to hear her excited giggles as she asked the details of the proposal, and had me describe the ring. I wouldn’t have to tell her that I wasn’t inviting her Aunt Gladys to the wedding because she always made passes at the younger men, even if they were related to her. I wouldn’t get to listen to her try to plan the entire event for me, during a ten minute phone conversation. I wouldn’t have any of that, and it made me feel a little empty inside.
“What’s that Bells?” Charlie’s voice brought me back to the present.
“Dad, would it bother you if I changed my last name?” I asked quietly.
Charlie thought for a moment. “Not too much Bells, as long as you’re changing it to Cullen.” He said as he chuckled. “So the boy finally asked you huh?”
I sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. “Yes” I said, my voice breaking.
“Hey, hey baby.” Charlie sounded concerned. “I hope those are happy tears, because I warned him of what I’d do. There are a hell of a lot of places I could hide the body where no one would ever find it.”
“Dad” I laughed “Would you stop talking about murdering my fiancé.”
Charlie harrumphed. “You think I’m kidding.” He said quietly.
“No Dad, I actually don’t.” I said with a smile. “Listen, I’d better go. Edward and I are going to Mass, I don’t want to be late.”
“Okay Bella. Tell that boy congratulations, he’s lucky to have you.” Charlie said.
That was sweet.
“Love you Bells.”
“Love you too Dad. Goodbye.”
Sidney dropped us at Westminster Cathedral. The Mass was beautiful, and uneventful, until we were leaving. As soon as we exited the Cathedral, we were greeted with a wall of photographers shouting at us, and blinding us with the flashes from their cameras.
‘Edward and Isabella, is it true that you are engaged?‘
The next thing I knew, Sidney had a grip on my arm and was whisking me toward the car. Edward got in just behind me.
I turned to him with a smile as we pulled away. “Good news travels fast.”
He smirked. “It would appear that way, soon to be Mrs. Cullen.” He said as he pecked me on the lips.
Soon? I wonder how soon exactly.
During the car ride, Edward called his parents. It was still the middle of the night there, so he woke them up, but Edward was taking no chances of someone notifying them of our engagement before we told them ourselves.
Esme burst into tears and insisted on speaking with me. She told me how much they loved me, and how she already thought of me as another daughter. By the time we hung up, I was also in tears.
Edward made good on his promise, and we stopped at Tiffany’s after Mass. I fell in love with a man’s link bracelet in white gold. It was very attractive, and similar enough to my ring while still being masculine. Edward really liked it too. I almost choked when I saw the price which I calculated in my head to be about five thousand American dollars.
Back at the hotel, we made the last two important calls of the day. Alice and Rose. Even though they were both aware of the proposal, they squealed in our ears like teenagers. Emmett was still on retreat, so I would have to speak with him later. They also both informed us that they’d already begun planning the engagement party.
I cringed.
This was my last full day in England, and as much as I’d love to have gone back to the house in Oxford, Edward and I decided that we would return there together as soon as our schedules would allow.
After much deliberation, it was decided that today we would visit the Tower of London. After what had happened at the Cathedral, Sidney and Edward realized that it would be a good idea to have a second bodyguard for whenever we ventured out in public. Sidney contacted a personal protection service and they sent someone over early that afternoon. Imagine my surprise when the new guard turned out to be a woman. Maureen was very good at her job, and by that evening I was very glad to have had her help navigating the crazy.
After Sidney parked the car, we headed away from the parking facility toward the Tower entrance. Only a handful of paps followed, but I was certain that the number would triple by the time we were ready to leave. I suddenly froze in my tracks when a double-decker bus pulled up to the light alongside where we were walking. I hurriedly pulled my camera from my purse, and snapped a photo for my brother. Edward laughed in amusement at the sight of the underwear ad. I immediately sent the coveted photo to Emmett. About five minutes later I received a response in the form of a text message. ‘FUCKING A’ was all it said.
The Tower of London was everything I’d imagined. Parts of it were creepy, other parts were cool. We oohed and aahed over the crown jewels, but my mind was distracted by the rock on my hand. All afternoon, little panicked thoughts invaded my conscious mind.
I have to plan a wedding.
I wonder what kind of wedding Edward will want?
Unable to hold my questions in any longer, I decided to ask. As we stood in a room filled with implements of torture and execution, I turned to the man I loved. “Edward, how soon did you want to get married?”
He grinned crookedly. “Yesterday.”
His answer made me smile. “Serious answer Edward.”
“I am being serious. I wouldn’t be averse to running away, but I get the impression that wouldn’t be your first choice.”
I thought for a moment. “No, I want to get married in church.” I answered quietly, well aware that listening ears surrounded us.
“Holy crap Edward, would you look at that.” I stopped my wedding talk to stare at something called a ‘Scold’s Bridle’.
It was a metal mask, but it looked more like a helmet made of metal straps, which fit over the head. There was a metal piece that fit in a person’s mouth. As I read, it was often used as a punishment for the ‘nagging’ or ‘scolding’ wife, and the husband could attach a leash to the mask in order to lead the transgressor through the town square as a form of humiliation.
Here I was standing in a room filled with swords used to execute people, and other devices designed to cut a human being to shreds, and I was appalled by the ‘cure for the nagging wife’.
I’m such a chick.
There was a modicum of satisfaction when I realized that my fiancé looked just as appalled as I felt.
“That’s disgusting.” He muttered.
Just like the day before, Edward and I walked around with one each of our arms wrapped around the other person. Our need for closeness had intensified as the day of my departure loomed closer.
In less than 24hours, we’ll have to say goodbye again.
At least I have tangible proof that I belong to Edward, in the form of a rock residing on my left hand.
I never imagined myself to be a girl that cared about that stuff. Who knew?
After touring The Tower, Edward and I had a late lunch before heading back to the hotel. While at the restaurant, I took a photo of my hand resting on Edward‘s, showing off our ‘bling’, and sent it to everyone in my address book. A total of about eight people.
Apart from having Edward, my social life is pretty dismal.
I received several texts back in response.
Our boy’s got good taste--not just in rings. xoxo Chris
We are so happy for you both. Love Esme and Carlisle
OMG is that what I think it is? Joanna just fainted. miss you. Tara
Upon our arrival at the hotel, we were greeted by a large crowd of paps as we made our way from the car to the doors.
‘Edward, were you aware of another former date speaking out about your relationship?’
‘Bella, can we see the ring?’
Edward and I just rolled our eyes at one another as we disappeared into the hotel. It turned out that another former date had indeed decided to ‘reveal’ that Edward had been a perfect gentleman.
I took a shower and changed into comfortable clothing knowing that we intended to stay in for the rest of the night. While Edward showered, I decided to throw caution to the wind and lie down on the sofa to watch a movie. Of course I made sure to cover said sofa with an extra blanket from the closet first.
When Edward walked into the sitting room, he laughed at my sofa cover. “Hey don’t laugh. If I caught Alec doing the nasty in here, can you imagine how many other people may have done that?” I snarked. Which made Edward laugh harder.
“Okay, Mr. Movie Star, you have your choice of movies tonight. Breakfast at Tiffany’s or Sweeney Todd.” I announced.
“So in other words, it’s either Audrey Hepburn, or you get to watch me drool over Johnny for a couple of hours.” I grinned.
“Bella, he’s so creepy in that film.” Edward said, while showing just a twinge of jealousy.
“Creepy or not Mr. Movie Star. He’s still Johnny freakin Depp.” I poked his chest while pronouncing the last three words.
Edward sighed and sat on the sofa, pulling me down with him. “Tiffany’s it is then.” He answered with a smile.
“Hold on, maybe I can find September Ends somewhere in the listing.” I giggled.
“Forget about it.” Edward said as he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Oh, so I don’t get to see your butt again?” I grinned.
Edward pulled me close and breathed into my ear. “I’ll show it to you in person later baby.”
I swallowed. “Really?”
He nodded.
Breathe Bella, just breathe.
‘Later’ just became my favorite part of this day.
--V&V--
‘Later’ arrived after we had dozed on the sofa, and eaten the sandwiches we’d ordered from room service. Edward also ordered a bottle of champagne, because he determined that we weren’t done celebrating our engagement.
“Bella, I want to celebrate the fact that you said yes, every night from now until our wedding.”
Edward carried the champagne and flute glasses in one arm as he took my hand in his and led me to the bedroom. We sat side by side on the bed as we toasted our future.
I confessed to him that I couldn’t wait to be married to him, but I was a bit apprehensive about the wedding becoming some large overblown affair like Emmett and Rose’s was going to be.
“Bella, don’t worry, my Mother and Alice will be more than happy to help plan it. If you tell them ‘simple‘, they will abide by your wishes.”
“But Alice is already helping Rose.” I argued.
“Bella, this is for her little brother.” He grinned. “Besides, Alice thrives on keeping busy.”
I took another sip. “Well, I should probably get ready for bed.” I said as I stood to walk to the bathroom. Edward gently touched my arm, signaling me to stay.
He pulled me down to sit beside him on the bed again while taking my flute glass and setting it beside his on the nightstand. “May I help you?” Edward breathed.
I was scared to death, but when I looked into Edward’s eyes I felt calmer. “Yes” I whispered.
Edward reached for my shirt and undid the top button as he kissed my lips sweetly. With the second button, he kissed my cheek. The third, my chin. The fourth, my neck. The last, my collarbone.
Edward grasped the sides of my now unbuttoned shirt in his hands while silently seeking permission with his eyes.
I nodded, and he gently removed the shirt from my shoulders, kissing each one, and then removed it from my arms, before kissing each hand and my ring finger.
I reached for his shirt, and he immediately understood, as he slipped the shirt over his head without hesitation and pulled me to his chest.
I was so nervous that I was certain Edward could feel me trembling. “Hey” He pulled away slightly in order to look in my eyes. “No expectations tonight Bella. It is not my intention to take your virtue the night before I have to say goodbye again.”
This calmed my breathing somewhat, and I nodded.
Edward nudged me to lie back on the bed, and I complied. He proceeded to kiss my lips and every bit of skin accessible to him. What I did next surprised even me, but I couldn’t stop myself. I loved this man with every fiber of my being, and I wanted to show him that I would be only his forever.
I sat up and pulled first one bra strap down and then the other before struggling to reach the clasp. “Allow me” Edward said in a low voice.
He reached behind me and unclasped the bra before pulling it away from my body. I felt his gaze on me, but I couldn’t look at his eyes. I was mortified and went to cover myself with my hands.
“Don’t” Edward whispered. “Don’t Bella. You are so beautiful. Please don‘t hide from me.”
I melted.
“Edward, I don’t think I can” I swallowed “make love, not yet, but I want to feel close to you.”
He nodded.
I reached for the button on his jeans. His intense gaze was fixed on my fingers as I fumbled with the button. He finally had to assist me with it. I pulled the zipper down myself, slowly. I noticed Edward’s rapid breathing matched my own.
As soon as the zipper was all the way down, Edward stood, and in one fluid movement, he was out of the jeans. This left him standing before me in nothing but his boxer briefs.
GAAAAAAH
Through the muddled haze in my head, it registered with my brain that I had entirely too many clothes on. As I reached for the button of my own jeans, Edward’s hands here there first, as he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped them.
Why’s he so freaking smooth? He’s never done this before either.
Face it Bella, you are just uncoordinated.
I knew I’d never be able to whisk my jeans off the way Edward had without landing on my ass, so he eventually helped me as I inched them down my legs. I was left standing in only my midnight blue panties and a nervous smile.
Edward stood, drinking me in with his eyes. “Exquisite.” He whispered before kissing me passionately.
We crawled under the covers together, and Edward kissed every inch of newly exposed skin, paying particular attention, I noticed, to my breasts. I never imagined feeling this way. Edward’s kisses and reverent touches awoke feelings that I’d never had. If just his kisses and touches made me feel this good, I could only imagine how wonderful it would be when we finally had sex.
I‘m pretty sure I‘ll never want to stop.
I fell asleep wrapped in Edward’s arms, more in love than ever before.
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