Stolen HeART
Romance and Rules
The light breath on my face woke me and I turned slightly to see Edward. His face was turned to the side facing me. He was on his stomach with his arm draped over my waist and his unruly hair hogged the pillow. The stale smell of his scent still seemed fresh to me and I leaned close to the edge of the pillow his head was resting on and inhaled the aroma of Edward.
Now that he was asleep I could study his features without those green eyes staring back at me. His long eyelashes hid his soul and his smooth skin glistened from the moonlight that filtered through the windows. The dark shade of skin on his chin told me he would need a shave soon. I had yet to see him with a five o'clock shadow and I smiled to as I wondered if he had ever had a beard. I lifted my hand to touch the side of his face but hesitated before pulling it back. Lifting my head slightly, I stretched my neck to see the time and I shivered when the sheet left my naked body. I felt Edward tighten his grip around my waist. He mumbled making no sense and shifted closer towards me. I smiled at his natural instinct to keep me warm even when he was asleep.
I carefully moved from under his arm and slid from the bed, inspecting the floor for any item of clothing to cover myself with. I spotted Edward's shirt and pulled it on as I walked towards the kitchen. The house was eerily silent, with only the sound of the grandfather clock as it ticked in one of the rooms of the main hallway. With the house in total darkness and with only the occasional fleeting beam of light from a car as it drove by to light up a partial corner of a room , my memory flicked through the blueprints of his house as I made my way to where I had left my purse.
The cold marble floor sent shivers up my body and my toes curled as I tiptoed towards the Victorian hall stand to retrieve it. The street lamp bounced off the stained glass on the front door and illuminated the hallway. I stared at the family photos. Pictures of Edward when he was a child; close-ups of a cheeky boy, his face covered in ice cream, the wind that caused his shorter but still untamed hair to partly cover his eyes. I picked up the photo that displayed his parents. They both feverishly squeezed their smiling son and their bright sparkling eyes dominated the photo. I smiled down at his visible memories and wondered if he still missed them.
I opened my purse and checked the screen of my phone. Remembering what Alice had said, I frantically unzipped the inside pocket and spotted the small metal objects. I stared for what seemed like ages. My inner turmoil raised its ugly head and I clenched my hand over my stomach to ease the sickness that had started to develop.
I pulled the small device from its safe surroundings and rolled it around in the palm of my hand. I bit my lip and tried to reason with myself; the flash back of Edward and I and what we had shared only a few hours ago burned within my brain and I felt my eyes swell with tears. I quickly turned around and within two strides I stood in front of the panel.
The green light still flashed from not being reset from last night. I inserted the small metal object between the activation button and the metal plate that was linked to the keypad. My hand trembled as I tried to insert the small device. The green light paused for a few seconds reading the encryption on the small metal object. It accepted the new intrusion and the green light appeared and once again began to flash. I released the breath that I didn't know I had been holding. As I rubbed my face with my hands, I shook my head slightly with shame at what I had just done.
I walked back towards the bedroom, my thoughts on the task I'd just completed. My hand trailed over pieces of furniture as I passed them by. My route had taken me a different way back and I was now in the corridor that led to the music room. I shivered from being sparsely dressed and barefooted. My body begged for the warmth of being back in Edward's bed. I moved forward and my heart thumped against my chest wall, the loudness was deafening and I wondered what I would say if Edward caught me here. I reached the solid thick oak door and turned the handle. I heard the click of the latch and pushed the door open. The sound of the wood as it strained under its hinges made me cower at the groan it made.
