𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

Seventeen.

Chapter 17:
Call Me By My Name

Edward's room was bright. A bookshelf filled with stories and music records across from wide windows with no shades or curtains. It made the room feel bigger. There was no bed, just a chair and a vintage rug that covered the center of the floor.

Hunter would never decorate her room like this, but Edward was from another century. She often forgot about his age. His flawless skin and full of color hair made her dismiss the hundreds of years he had on.

It felt a bit airless in his room with the balcony doors shut and the classical music playing. That was one thing they clashed on, music taste. Hunter was more into the 70's classic rock and alternative rock. Music was supposed to make her feel like she was floating when she closed her eyes, like it was levitating her into another dimension.

It was supposed to make her forget about the world.

All she could hear now were instruments that told no story, sounds that didn't make her feel better. She didn't want to be closed minded but classical music were nails on a chalkboard for her.

Her hands caressed the material of the chair as she listened. The chair was soft and smooth, the smallest bumps on the designs scratched softly at her hands and a frown sat on her face.

Edward watched her from the radio. He released low chuckles from time to time, her distaste for the sounds being close to comedy. He knew she'd be different as opposed to Bella, who was willing to try anything for him. Hunter liked challenging others and disagreeing. It was something Edward loved.

He reached over and clicked pause, the music halting and Hunter's attention flying onto him. She was beautiful as always. With her hair sitting above her shoulders and her eyes glimmering in the light. Even with her onyx eyes, he felt like he was floating.

   "Finally realized how bad this is?" Hunter joked, moving around the chair and taking a seat. She couldn't explain how she found herself in his room. He spoke to her in a tone that hypnotized her and the rest was a blur.

Edward inhaled and slid the CD back into it's case, "It soothes me. The soft instruments transitioning to a loud and intense sound, it lets my imagination run wild."

The CD case slid back into the shelf with ease, as if it gravitated to it's designated spot. Edward did the same and crossed the room to her side. Their eyes danced it's usual dance as he sat beside her. Faces inches apart, so close their breaths danced too.

Hunter shuffled, "What can you even think about while listening to that?" Her hands ran over her arms. She was holding back shivers underneath his stare. When it came to crushes, she was almost never nervous.