Stolen HeART
Confessions
I stretched out and touched the cold side of the empty bed. I knew where I was, I just wasn't sure where he was. It was morning, and with the sun on my back, the warmth filtered through the thin sheet that covered my body and touched my skin. I didn't hear the familiar sound of early morning birds twittering or the faint sound of neighbours mowing their lawns so I assumed it was late morning. The brief snippets of memory of how I got here flashed through my mind. The smell of the rain that had dampened his skin while he lay beneath me. The child like confusion of his features as I tried to coax him into the house, his confession and irritations, all random memories from last night. Even though I was sober so many fragments of last night were still unclear.
I heard Edward's movements outside the bedroom door and I smiled. I was slightly anxious about seeing him and although he held me in his arms all night as I watched him slowly drift off to sleep, I wasn't sure where we stood. In his drunken state he exposed some of his true thoughts and I was once again nervous about how he would react now that the morning was here.
I closed my eyes when I saw the door handle move and I lifted the sheet further up towards my chin. The mattress moved under his weight as he lay back down on the bed and I shivered from the cold air that wafted under the sheet.
His warm hand weaved under my shoulder and pulled me into his chest. His body was cold compared to mine and the urge to warm him with mine was my main concern. I took a deep breath and smelled the scent of fresh soap and clean skin. I nestled into the crook of his shoulder. The fine under arm hair tickled my nose and I sighed.
"You ok?" Edward asked in a flat tone. His arm pulled me in closer and although my body relaxed under his touch I couldn't help but notice that his didn't. I slid my hand slowly over his naked toned stomach and I felt his muscles tense beneath my hand. I suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable and I started to retreat from his hold, my chest bare from the loss of some of the covers.
"What's wrong?" He leaned back to view my face, my expression of concern and slight embarrassment clearly visible.
"Nothing... I think maybe I should go, its-." His arm tightened around the back of my shoulders and I halted my decision to get up and leave.
"No, you're not going anywhere. You're not running away or taking calls, you're staying here for the rest of the day, with me." I stared back blankly at his demand. His jaw was clenched and I could see the muscles in his cheeks tense, but it was his eyes that concerned me the most, he hadn't blinked or switched focus from looking at me.
"Don't look at me like I'm a monster," he said quietly. He looked hurt and I reached out to touch the side of his face. Even though he tried to shy away from my touch, I was determined to prove to him, that I was sorry.
"Look at me?" He closed his eyes when my fingers touched his face "Please, look at me." I kept my hand on his face and moved to the side and lifted my leg to straddle him, the sheet slipped and exposed my naked frame.
"Please, look at me," I purposely spoke softly, my face inches from his. The fine hairs on his chest tickled my nipples and I saw in my peripheral vision as his hand slowly left his side and touched the base of my spine. I watched his face, the movement of his jaw line, the fleeting moments of tension and the small twitch of muscle. He was incredibly handsome, even from the previous nights heavy drinking. His fingertips trailed small circles down my bare back and when I leaned in to kiss the lids of his closed eyes he flinched in surprise at the feel of my kisses. The mad uncontrollable hair that wasted no time in falling forward onto his brow made me smile. I loved his hair and the cocky way it had no respect for its owner. He shook his head slightly encouraging it to budge from his brow with little affect. I lifted my hand and I cautiously brushed it aside not wanting to frighten its owner again.
