Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never

In Bed

Bella

I shifted my leg to the right, trying to take the weight—namely Edward—off it. He grunted when my knee came into close contact with that special part of his body.

"Watch it, woman," he hissed, shifted and then rubbed himself against me. "Where you going?" His voice was deep, rough and sleepy, in other words, sexy.

"My leg is numb, baby," I murmured, yawning. "What time is it?"

"Not time for you to get out of bed."

"Oh really?"

"Yes," he answered simply, placing kisses from his perch near my abdomen. "Your flight doesn't leave for nine hours."

I sighed, raking my fingers through his hair. He'd been especially attentive since the attack the week before. I didn't mind the attention, but he needed his sleep, too.

"In that case," I stated softly, trying to ignore the wicked things he was doing to my navel. "We should go back to sleep for a while longer." I felt him shake his head and he continued to place kisses and nips along my ribs to the undersides of my breasts.

"In a while," he whispered, finding that I was more than ready with a simple twist of his fingers between my thighs. "Mmm, I love how warm and soft you feel in the morning." He slipped inside of me and all thoughts of sleeping left me.

It wasn't until four hours later, as we continued to lounge in bed that he finally got something off his chest. I knew something was bothering him; had known for weeks.

"Bella?" he asked, his fingers tracing patterns down my back as my head lay on his shoulder.

"Edward?" When he didn't respond, I said, "Just tell me what's on your mind."

He sighed and took my hand in his, placing it on his chest, intertwining our fingers. "You know I love you, right?"

I popped my head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. "Of course, I do," I said, raising an eyebrow in question. "What is this about? Something has been eating at you for weeks. And don't tell me it's nothing."

"You're right. It's not nothing."

I sat up more fully, keeping my hand on his, but lifted the bed sheet over me. "Then, just tell me. The suspense is killing me."

A part of me didn't want to believe he wanted to end things, but I was so new to the whole relationship thing that I had to take my cues from him. And all signs lately had pointed to something big bothering him. Something in my voice alerted him that I was scared shitless, because he sat up, too, and held my face in my hands.

"It's nothing bad, baby," he murmured as he pressed a kiss over the tear that had started to fall down my cheek. Damn it, I had no idea that I'd been driven to tears already. I'd been an emotional mess for days. "At least, I don't think it would be."

I tensed, pulling back to see that he was genuinely worried about something. "The thing is," he growled and dropped his hands to pull at his hair. "I don't even know how to do this. But damn it, I know what I want."

"And what's that?" I asked, completely confused.

"You."

"You have me, Edward," I said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It should've been.

"Not just as my girlfriend," he said under his breath, meeting my eyes once more.

"Not as your girlfriend." I processed the words and the meaning behind them. I asked the first question that came to mind. "How long have you felt that way?"