Love, Cry, Repeat

5

After breakfast Bella and Tyler set out to clean the kitchen together. So far things were going great. Bella was just about to drain the soapy sink water when Tyler reached in to wet his hands, pulling them from the water he flicked some towards Bella. She froze, mouth agape in shock before scooping water and splashing him back. He chuckled at her moment of hesitation and unsuccessfully tried to duck away from the water coming at him.

It didn't take long before they both were drenched. Bella giggled when Tyler tried to run and slipped causing her to slip as well, landing right on top of him. The moment was full of tension as their faces were so close with their bodies tangled on the floor. Bella had a bit of bubbles in her hair and Tyler was soaking wet.

He reached up and cupped her face pulling her closer, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. She gasped opening her mouth to deepen the kiss. Tyler tangled his hands in her hair pulling her closer. Her knee slipped causing her to fall forward. She braced herself against his chest and sat up and threw her leg over his body to straddle his. Her face was flushed and her lips were swollen from the kiss.

She was about to lean in to kiss him again when she noticed his eyes. They were glowing a florescent yellow. She pulled back.

"Your eyes," she whispered. "They're glowing."

"What," he replied, sitting up and looking at his reflection in the oven door.

"They were yellow. I swear I think I'm losing my mind and hallucinating," she said as she started to freak out.

"Hey it's okay. Everything's fine it was just a trick of the light," he said trying to calm her.

He listened as her heart rate began to decelerate to a normal level. Once her breathing was even he hugged her to him. His mind racing a mile a minute. He won't be able to keep it secret for much longer at this rate. He's going to have to talk to someone else about it and get their opinion on it.

"I'm sorry. I completely killed the mood," she smiled shyly.

"Not the entire mood," he chuckled. He lifted his hips for reference. She gasped as a blush crept up her neck.

"Oh... OH!" She squealed when he did it again.

"Not completely ruined," he smirked.

"Tyler, I'm a... I mean I've never... I'm not exactly um... I," she stammered nervously.

"I know beautiful, and it's okay. I'm not bothered by it at all," he replied holding her face between his hands. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

"I want to, just not yet," she whispered.

"And that's completely fine. When you're ready we can decide what to do from there," he replied leaning in to peck her on the lips. "We should probably clean up and hit the shower," he smiled.

"Together," she asked in a squeaky voice.

"Not unless you want to," he chuckled.

Bella began imagining what a shower with Tyler Lockwood would be like. She wondered what he looked like without any clothes on. Her heart started to beat rapidly as images filled her head. A sheen of sweat started to form on her brow.

"Are you alright," he asked.

Shit! She's straddling his hips and he can smell her arousal.

"Isabella, what are thinking about," his voice was husky.

"What showering with you would be like," she admitted with a blush. "I was wondering if we could maybe do other things," she asked, her blush deepening.