Clashing Sun

20 Questions

"20 questions?" I asked as Edward drove along the quiet road. He still wouldn't tells where we were going and I was asleep for most of the trip.

"20 questions." He agreed. "You first."

"Okay, what does it taste like?"

"What does what taste like?"

"My blood."

"Ummm..... irony and slightly bitter. It's like watermelon, it's sweet and then a bit sour at the end. My turn."

I nodded.

"How am I?"

"What?"

"In bed."

After managing to control my laughter, I pulled myself together to answer his question.

"It's like...... fruit. Great when it's in season, but when it's not in season...."

I didn't continue and Edward's face was already tight.

"I feel like your playing, but I'm not sure." He raised an eyebrow.

"Honestly? It's probably the best I've ever had."

"You've had more?"

"Shut-up."

He laughed and looked back at the road.

"Tell me where we are going."

"How about..... no?"

"Edward." I whined and begged at the same time. He didn't even acknowledge me. Whatever, there are two ways to play this game.

"It's hot in here."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Whatever. Put your window down."

I sighed and propped my feet up on the dashboard. I saw his eyes travel up my thighs in my shorts. I unbuttoned my shirt and let him see the wife beater I had underneath.

"Bella-"

"Yes?" I smiled sweetly at him and let my hair blow in the wind. This was risky for me. I wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself.

"Your turn." He said and it took me a moment to realize we were still playing the game.

"Do I turn you on?"

"Yes. You. Do."