Denial

Chapter 8

My eyes fluttered open as I realized that I was lying on top of a warm body. The reality of what had happened last night hit me like a truck going ninety-five mph. I thought Ed would've gone home by now. Was he not freaked out by me? I basically went insane in front of him; he should at least be a bit scared.

"How're you feeling?" Edward mumbled when he realized I was awake.

"Better," I answered looking down at my fidgeting hands. "More than better, I'm feeling okay again." I smiled at him before I sat up in the bed.

"That's good, because I want to take you out today." Edward stated proudly. "Like on a date." My heart skipped a beat as he said that.

"Oh, really?" I said after I composed myself. "What would we do on this date?" I questioned as a smile krept onto my face.

"I've got somewhere in mind," Edward teased and closed the distance between us. I could tell he was about to kiss me, but I still didn't know how I felt about getting involved with another boy. "but first I would like to ask you if you would be my girlfriend." he finished and my heart skipped a beat.

"I would like that very much." I replied forgetting all about all the things that could go wrong. I only thought about how much I liked him and how much I wanted to kiss him.

As if he read my mind, he whispered "I really want to kiss you right now."

"Then, kiss me." I breathed out, flicking my gaze from his eyes to his light pink lips. He leaned in and I did the same until our lips met. Ed put one of his hands on my cheek to pull me closer to him. I let my hands rest on his chest lightly as I moved them up to the back of his neck. Our lips moved in sync and he nibbled on my lower lip. I pulled away, but our faces were still intimately close and he kept his hand on my cheek. He studied my face for something I wasn't sure he would find. And in that moment, I discovered that all Edward needed was for someone to love him. He needed someone to be there for him and to truly, madly, deeply love him. I didn't know if I would be able to be the person who would fill that role.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen." Ed whispered gently. I refused to believe that was true. He's probably seen a lot of gorgeous girls, probably even dated a few.

"Thank you, for saving me." I said before I kissed his cheek letting my lips linger on the soft skin.

"People were made to save each other." he stated looking into my hazel eyes. "People praise Superheroes, or that person who kept them from doing that stupid thing, or the lady across the street that saved their cat from a passing car, as if they did some amazing deed. But they didn't really, because they were supposed to save the girl or their friend or that cat on the street." Edward was holding my hand as he spoke softly. "I was made to save you."

I was falling deeper and deeper with every word he said. I hadn't felt like this for a long time. My last boyfriend was pretty much the opposite of Edward. He was the popular jock socialite who hosted all of the biggest parties of the year. Sure, he was a pretty good boyfriend, but I always thought that there must've been something missing between us. And I was right. I figured out he only dated me because I was Liam's sister and he thought he could get something out of that. But, then he 'realized he really liked me after a while', as he put it. He had been begging for me to take him back for a week after I broke up with him and it got extremely annoying. I hoped that things with Edward would be better.

Edward laid back against the headboard of the bed with a smile on his face. I wrapped my arms around his torso and looked up at his content expression. I knew that I was falling in love and I didn't know how to stop it. Ed noticed I was looking at him, so I looked at his arm instead. He had been wearing a t-shirt so I could see the tattoos that spiraled up his arm. I unwrapped my arms from his chest and put one of my hands on his forearm gingerly. I could tell he was still watching me as I traced a couple of his many tattoos. He had many, but not too many; they all complmented each other in the strangest of ways. I laughed at a tiny outline of a puppies' head which had Xs for eyes on the crease of his elbow. I continued up his arm until I came upon one inpeticular that caught my eye. It was a heart that had been broken into pieces and placed deliberately on the inside of his bicep. I placed my index finger over it asI turned his arm to get a better look.