Wide awake

Chapter Thirteen Black Leather Ladyfingers

B.P.O.V

Edward kissed me. And not just a little peck either. Full out, tongues and panting, and even a groan at the end. And even though I have no basis for comparison, I’m inclined to agree with Jessica… Fucking fantastic kisser.

I know it was a pity kiss. And I’d be lying more than a little bit if I said I wasn’t steering him in that direction. Maybe it was wrong of me to do it, but I can’t seem to care. When he agreed, I was still kind of shocked. He just had a look of determination on his face. He was going to give me something that no one else probably could. It was the sweetest thing he’s ever done.

I was nervous, walking over to bed and climbing to him. I was wondering if I would be bad at it, and I really didn’t want the humiliation of Edward thinking I was a bad kisser. But once he touched me, I was completely relaxed, and it all felt natural. Just instinct and his electricity. The little kisses were amazing, but I couldn’t help myself, I wanted more. I broke the rule of taking what I could get. He didn’t seem to mind. And his tongue was divine against mine. I felt parts of my body tingle that I didn’t even know existed. I wanted him to feel the same way I was feeling, if just for one moment. So I broke the rule again, and pressed my body to him. And I felt it; I felt the excitement, and brief flash of lust in his kiss. And then I heard it. That groan would be echoing in the deepest recesses of my memory for years to come.

It didn’t matter that he pulled away before he could feel more. It gave me hope. Hope that maybe some day Edward could feel that about me for more than just a few seconds. I went to bed with the stupidest smile on my face, and I didn’t even try to hide it from Edward. Because I couldn’t. I’d show him every part of me that loved that kiss. And when he was finally under the covers and pressed up against me, all the lust was gone, but my smile never went away.

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I didn’t even have it in me to hate the alarm clock when it went off the next morning, but I gave Edward the usual squeeze, because I was still tired, and I didn’t want to leave his arms. He still pulled away with a groan that was very unlike the one during the kiss, but it still stirred the memory and made me lick my lips by instinct.

I went through my morning routine as normal as possible. I didn’t want to make it weird for Edward by acting any differently. But once I closed the door to the bathroom, I let my face break out into the goofy grin again as I got dressed.

Once I was packed, I felt the need to leave the cookies on the table, and then realized I had already given them to him the night before. Fudge You Alls. It really didn’t sum my day up. I really wanted to name them “I Hate Jessica Stanley And All Her Slutty Friends For Making Me Feel So Crappy In An Underfunded Gym Locker Room Cookies”, but something told me the Ziplock bag wasn’t big enough. I was very happy that I never let her see me cry yesterday. I waited for her to stop fuming and walk out of the locker room with a huff before I let the tears take me. Jessica Stanley would never get the satisfaction of seeing it.

Edward was still lying in bed with his eyes closed, running his fingers through his messy hair drowsily just like he did every morning, as I drew my hood up and slung the bag on my back. I had my back to him, walking to the door, in silence just like we always did when his voice stopped me.

“Hey!” He called thickly through his morning sleep voice that I rarely heard. I turned my head to see him propped up on one forearm, running his other hand through his hair still.

His droopy green eyes narrowed at me. “Don’t you ever let that bitch get to you, Bella.” He said in a hard voice. I nodded at him once and smiled a little. I didn’t care what she or her friends though of me. And then his face broke out into a wry smirk. “Plus,” He shrugged. “Stanley doesn’t have shit on you when it comes to kissing.” Then he flopped back down onto the bed and rolled over.