Afire Love

twenty seven

Chapter twenty seven: You Can Kiss Me, Though, Right?

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"Climb on board,

We'll go slow in high tempo,

Light and dark

Hold me hard and mellow."

~Pillow Talk, Zayn Malik.

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"YOU'RE READY?" EDWARD asks, kissing my forehead, with his lips slightly and gently brushing over my eyelids.

I'm supposed to meet them. Edward's parents. What if they won't like me? What if his dad would never accept me for being my father's daughter because, well, my father's his enemy?

I pace back and forth in my room, moving my fingers through my hair.

"Are you okay?" Edward asks, placing his hands on my shoulders, stopping my dazed marathon in my own room.

I nod as nervousness slowly seeps into my throat, figuratively tying itself into a knot and forming a lump. I gulp.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he whispers into my hair, pulling me closer all at once, knocking my breath away. He rubs his fingers across my back and slides them down to my waist, pulling me closer and closer. But not quite.

"They may not like me", I whisper back, staring into his magnetic eyes.

"Does it really matter?" he asks, smiling at me. "Whether they'd like you, or they wouldn't, the only thing I know for certain is that you're mine."

I smile at him uncomfortably, acknowledging his feelings toward me. Likewise, Ed. Likewise.

When we'd both gone and spoken to my father, he'd immediately rejoiced. Like, he'd jumped as though he was a ten year old, and had hugged me tight and told me that he was immensely proud of me for having chosen such an amazing guy for boyfriend. Well, it's not my fault I have a cool dad, and it's definitely not my fault that Edward's got two Satans in the humanic form as his parents.

"Um?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. His voice brings me back to reality from my thoughts.

My senses are distinctly aware of his body touching my chest, and his fingers around my waist.

His lips are 1, 2 - no, 3 centimetres away from my own. He presses them together.

"Why are you staring at my lips?" he mutters, this time into my ears, his tone amused. His proximate presence is alluring me.

"Uh."

"You can really just tell me if you want to kiss me."