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Chapter Thirteen

Violet's Pov
I had grown oddly closer to Edward in our time of bonding, it was hard to get him out of the apartment and do something other then be depressed.

I was drag him to a few night museums. The nights were spent with me dragging him away. It took me forever to get him out of his outfit that had Bella's scent.

I even dragged him to parties which to say he was awkward felt like the understatement of the world. Edward was just an old fashion sort of guy, in every way. He was going back to his old self slowly.

I walked into his bedroom, where he was laying on his bed. I yanked the curtains open, letting in the small stream of sunshine while it lit up both our skins. my eyes watching the clouds slightly cover it up in a slight motion.

"Alright come on up, up." I muttered to my maker climbing into the bed. The flush sheets against not just his body but my own too. His bare back was what I was met with sparkling skin against my palms, dancing my fingers over his spine. I hugged at him hearing him mutter into the pillows.

"I wish I was dead." I sighed at his dramatic antics. My chin resting further on his skin. I ranked my mind for a couple seconds.

"I think a lot of people wish that." His body shook with slightly laughter. I found myself grinning a bit. At least he was laughing. It was true from what I've experienced, others as well.

"That's true." He said through his chuckles lightly tilting his head at me. His hand then messed in my hair while he locked eyes with me. My own eyes staying with him. I sent him a gentle smile.

"At least I made you laugh." I said with a grin. He was laughing some more, gazing at me stroking at the side of my head a few times.

He leaned in of a moment, bringing me towards him suddenly kissing me. I had to have been dreaming right. I slightly kissed back. I decided to break it first holding at his.

"Edward what are you doing?" I questioned to him. I felt panicked like I didn't have control over my emotions. He didn't say anything again, his eyes roaming around me. He tangled his hand in the back of my head.

My emotions for him were running thick. I leaned in meeting him halfway to kiss him again, but this time further. Our lips molded into a heated fashion of cold skin. His teeth dragging across my lips, tugging at them.

My grip stayed tight on his jaw squeezing it a bit, while he switched the positions of pulling me onto of him straddling his waist.

Either of his hands moved from my hair to griping at my thighs slipped into the tight jeans I wore. He must have felt my emotions through our bond, because there's no way he would have felt this way if he was in his sadness.

"Wait, wait." I whispered  between the kiss for a moment. We didn't need air, I felt overwhelmed by my love for this man that I knew he didn't mean this.

"You are just sad Edward you don't want this." I denied him shaking my head a few times. He shook his own head at me speaking in a low gravelly tone.

"I want this Violet I've wanted it for a while." He let his eyes roam over me in a fast motion. This was going to ruin us if we went down this route.

"You just miss Bella it's okay to be hurt." I reassured him. His scent overpowered me. It took over my senses, before I thought fuck it. I leaned in kissing him again.

He used his speed to rip the jeans ripping them through the fabric. He flipped us over quickly lifting me up, pressing me onto the wall. My hands moved to grab at his hair groaning in a soft voice hissing suddenly when he broke from the kiss to showed down my collar and neck in slight kisses and bites to my skin.