Chemistry Of Lust

CHAPTER 41

*EDWARD'S POV*

I have never fussed so much about what I am going to wear. What the actual fuck. I want to keep it fancy, for sure because she isn't turning 18 again. To keep up with the theme, I decide to go complete formal; a black turtleneck, black pants with very light checks and a beige overcoat to top it. It's perfect for the weather as well as the occasion.

I have gone all out for the decorations and everything. I even had to reach out to Derek to ask him for a small favor. Yeah, that's how much I want to make our day special.

I asked Cassie to sleep over at her friend's today because I want the place all to Charlotte and me; I don't even want an ant entering inside without my permission.

Except the gifts, I have nothing in my mind about how the night will go because I want everything to be just raw and just let it unfold with the flow without having to worry about going with the plan.

I just want her near me and I don't care how we look or where we are. When it's her and me, it's just us and everything else just fades into oblivion and I want it that way today more than ever. 

It's 6:55 already and Ms. Punctual will be here any time now. I head downstairs before taking one final look at my room, which is now almost opposite of how it was.

I sit on the couch just by the door so, that she won't have to wait more than a second outside in the freezing cold. Before, I can let another thought in my mind, the doorbell rings and I run to the door to open it.

The second I open it, I feel so many emotions at the same time that I can't understand on which to react first; baffled by her beauty, more than delighted because she is happy, needy, a weird but good seize in my chest and anger, the most.

It's 10 degree Celsius outside and she is wearing that. I don't mind her wearing any kind of clothes; it's her choice, but not when it comes to her health.

She is wearing a black dress which reaches barely till her thighs; it is a bit ruffled around her breasts. From below that it's tight like a corset, showing off her curves. I have remembered every dip and curve of her body like they are my reason of survival and somehow, they might be. And I plan on remembering every detail so thoroughly that even if I get Alzheimer, I will remember them.

The neck line of her dress is plunging and very low cut showing off her beautiful skin. I can see that she is wearing something underneath her dress, which looks hot from outside itself. Wait till I see it and rip it off her.

To cover her legs, hoping it's to make the dress a bit cold resistant, she is wearing black hold-ups which start from just below her dress, only barring an inch or two of her skin. She even has a gift bag in her hand. Of course she did. She is insane if she thinks I want anything or anyone except her.

I pull her inside at the very instant and grab her face in mine and push her against the door after closing it, kiss her hungrily before any of us says anything. "You look like a goddess even in black. Angels and devils are gonna be envious of you, sweetheart, but you are gonna catch a cold. Why don't you take care of yourself? You could have at least worn a jacket in the uber," I say caressing her cheek, furious at her but also in awe of her beauty.

Her new scent which is definitely lavender-vanilla is taunting my senses and soothing every single one of my nerve endings. The smell has been haunting me so much that I can smell it even when we're apart. It's embedded in my memory so deeply, and the crazy part is I don't ever want it to get out.

She is wearing a dark maroon lipstick, which is already smudged because of our feral kiss and I would be lying if I said I am not proud of myself. She is wearing beige velvet heels and she is almost as tall as me in them. We have coincidentally twinned our clothes. Fate is almost a bitch but with us it's a fucking goddess.