So You Think You Can Dance?

Eyes on Fire

So, here we are ... starting a new story. I'm dreaming that it's summer time and the favorite thing about summer time, besides the longer days and warmer weather is the return of my favorite show, So You Think You Can Dance? I love it ... the beauty, artistry and athleticism is amazing. Plus, the music they play? Damn ... makes me happy.

Now, I'm doing something that I normally don't do, having multiple POVs in one chapter. I have done it other stories, but during situations where it was like the climax or the epilogue, because it's not something that I like to do. I will be sticking with Edward and Bella. However, when I was planning out this chapter, and the subsequent chapters, the story would mainly revolve around Bella. As much as I like to focus on her character, I do want to make sure I include Edward in the mix. Soooooo, I could have done two shorter chapters or combine them into one longer chapter. I'd figure you'd like longer chapters with a combination of EPOV/BPOV.

You're welcome. *Snorts*

On that note ... onto the story.

Chapter Nine: Eyes on Fire

BPOV

I was so comfortable and content. I sighed, snuggling closer to my pillow. But, my pillow squeezed me. What. The. Fuck. My eyes flew open and I saw that I was in an unfamiliar room, snuggled on top of a man. Blinking up, I saw that I was on top of Edward. He was still asleep, holding me protectively to his chest.

Despite his hold on me, and the comfort I felt with him, I needed to go to the bathroom. I had to pee and I felt so gross since I hadn't showered after that marathon rehearsal with Travis. I wriggled out of Edward's arms and tried to sneak into the bathroom. However, once I put my feet on the ground, I let out a yelp when I put my weight on my left leg, collapsing back on the bed. Edward shot up, his eyes bleary and looking completely befuddled. He scrubbed his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

"I tried to walk," I frowned. "I couldn't."

"It's probably because you didn't stretch out last night and the pain from the injury," Edward said, yawning. He walked over to me. He pressed his hand to my knee, massaging it gently. "It's still pretty swollen."

"I'm going home," I whispered. "My time on the show is over."

"You're not, angel," he said. "You're stiff, sore and a bit clumsy because you just woke up."

"Says the man who can move normally," I chided. He gave me a smirk. I shifted on the bed, still uncomfortable with my need to pee and how gross I felt.

"Do you need help?" he asked.

"I have to go to the bathroom and I can't stand my own stench, Edward," I said, wrinkling my nose. "Travis is a slave driver."

He swept me in his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. I squeaked when he put me on the counter. He darted back into the bedroom, coming back with a bag. "Rose packed your stuff," he explained.

"You are not going to help me shower," I deadpanned, blushing furiously.

"As tempting as that may be, no," he chuckled. "And I think a bath would be better suited for your soreness. The tub has jets." He turned on the water and put some bath salts and bubbles into the tub. "While you soak, I'll make you some breakfast."

"Nothing too heavy," I argued. "I've got a girlish figure to maintain." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, and can you help me down off the counter?"

"Anything for you, angel," he said, lifting me off the counter. He kept his large hands on my hips as I steadied myself. He looked at me, his eyes swirling with so much emotion. Blinking a few times, he stepped back. "Take all of the time you need, pretty girl. Holler if you need help. I wouldn't mind the free show."