A Midnight Kiss ~Twilight Saga FanFiction~

Chapter Eight

I stepped out of the hospital doors, the rain drizzling down from a sky blanketed in dark grey clouds. The air was thick with the scent of rain and damp earth, an oddly soothing combination that almost made me forget who I was supposed to be leaving with. Almost. My heart pounded at the thought of being alone with Edward in his car. Dad's police cruiser was nowhere in sight, and the parking lot was a sea of cars. Only one stood out to me — a sleek, silver Volvo. "Are you okay?" Edward's voice startled me. I turned to find him standing next to me, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of gold. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied with a smile, though my voice barely carried over the sound of the rain. "Do I need to carry you to the car, Roxi?" Edward's smirk was barely contained, as if he held back laughter.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own, Edward," I retorted, storming towards his car. I reached for the door, only for it to be locked. I heard Edward's laughter from the other side of the vehicle as he unlocked the car. I slid into the warm interior, sinking into the plush leather seats with a deep breath. The inside of Edward's car smelled just like him, making my heart flutter and my stomach flips. I leaned back, watching raindrops race each other down the passenger window. Should I tell Edward how I feel about him? Would he even feel the same? I wanted to confess my feelings so badly, but I also wanted to call him out for his rude behavior at school. I felt a bit foolish, harboring a teenage crush on someone who barely acknowledged me. The soft hum of the engine was the only sound filling the car, and I couldn't stop my mind from racing with the thoughts of Edward Cullen. The dark clouds outside only seemed to highlight the whirlwind of feelings inside me. I stole glances at him whenever I could, trying to understand the enigma that was Edward. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear the confusion swirling in my mind. It felt absurd how quickly I'd fallen for him, but I couldn't deny that he held a special place in my heart. Suddenly, Edward's cold hands appeared before me, his breath a chill on my neck that brought me back to reality. I shivered as goosebumps prickled my skin, my breath catching in my throat. He pulled the seatbelt across me deftly and clicked it into place. "You're so cold," I blurted out, trying to steady my voice. He'd been so close I could have leaned in and kissed him — why hadn't I?

Edward frowned slightly as he met my gaze, a flicker of something in his eyes that was hard to read. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and almost apologetic. "I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable." I could feel his icy presence even without touching him, like a cool breeze on a warm day. His breath was cold against my face, yet somehow intoxicating — like honey and lilacs. It was like a spring morning, full of sunshine, blooming flowers, and buzzing bees. I found myself lost in his caramel-colored eyes. I shook my head, a reassuring smile on my lips. "No, you don't make me uncomfortable. It's just different, that's all. But, I don't hate it, I kind of like it," He seemed to relax a bit, but his eyes still held a hint of hesitation. I reached out tenderly, placing my hand on his cold arm, hoping to offer a sense of warmth. "I just wanted to see if I could warm you up a little." Edward stiffened slightly at my touch, his eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and something deeper — an emotion he was clearly trying to keep in check. He didn't pull away, but his body tensed as if unsure of how to respond. "Roxi, it's not safe to touch me," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You don't need to worry about me; I'm quite used to being so cold."

I shrugged, looking down at my hands. Edward sighed deeply, turning on the car's heater, and blasting it on max. "Did I upset you?" I asked, feeling my cheeks flush. "No, you're just more observant than I wish you were. Anyway, how are you feeling? Do you still feel sick?" he murmured, his gaze steady. "I feel fine, why?" I sighed, glancing at the speedometer and noticing we exceeded the limit. "Edward, slow down! You're twenty miles over!"

"Roxanne, I'm an excellent driver," he replied, easing off the accelerator but still pushing eighty. I rolled my eyes, scoffing at his statement. Yeah, right! I thought as the rain continued its steady rhythm against the windows. Edward's eyes remained fixed on the road, but I could sense his focus was divided. The rain drummed steadily on the roof, creating a rhythmic backdrop. His face, though tense, was strikingly beautiful, with high, chiseled cheekbones that caught the faint light of the rain-slicked streets. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of golden amber, held a depth that seemed to reflect both his inner turmoil and an intense warmth. "Why did you stay at the hospital? You could have just gone home. Besides, you ignored me all week at school, and you acted as if you hated me! What did I do to you?" I fiddled with the edge of my seatbelt, pretending to adjust it but trying to distract myself from the closeness between us. I turned to Edward, frustration mingling with insecurity in my voice.