upset | edward cullen

twenty-one

We love, we fall into the jaws of the fire. We can't escape it.

HÉLÉNE CIXOUS

The back of my head would have hit the door, if it weren't for Edward's hand behind it, in my hair. His lips on mine, hungry and desperate as soon as he had pressed me against the closed door of his apartment. Our kisses were always like this recently, as if we were running out of time. I wasn't any better with my hands clasping his shirt as he kissed the air from my lungs. I tapped on his chest, our signal that I needed to catch my breath, and he pulled back. Edward was feeling particularly ruthless today as he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth and then my jawline until he was kissing against my neck and I felt my knees lose their strength, arching into him. Instead of stopping his torturous kisses, he used his other hand to pull me forward flushed against him, away from the door, I was going to start crying soon. My grip on his shirt wasn't doing much for any more, so I settled for his hair instead.

Wrong decision because Edward growled against my neck and moved back to my lips, biting at my lips and making me whine just like he loved. The tension in the room was water overflowing and drowning us for what felt like months. When I broke away for air again I pulled away, we couldn't keep going it wasn't good for both of us.

Edward and I had talked about how we wanted to save our first times for marriage and I was nowhere near ready for marriage. He had other feelings but we agreed to table that until I was ready. The problem was that we were more gone for each other than ever, and the privacy of his apartment or my dorm was too tempting not to take advantage of. So as I stepped back and looked at his messy hair, a product of my wandering hands, and swollen lips I couldn't help but rethink my values. I took his hand and pulled him to his sofa, his eyes never leaving mine. Edward sat down, pulling me into his lap with ease.

"When will I see you?" His voice a whisper in my hair, sending a shiver down my spine. I would be going straight to my father's place after classes, it was Friday and he had only agreed to let me dorm on campus if I visited every single weekend.

"I have an exam next week in Chem so I'll be back on Sunday to study I can stop by then. Are you hunting this weekend?" I turned my head to meet his eyes. They flitted from my lips to my eyes, seems I wasn't the only one having trouble concentrating.

"Yes we're all heading North maybe even Canada." The rest of the Cullen siblings were in other apartment buildings, for privacy, but we managed to meet up almost daily and I texted Alice throughout the day.

I told Edward about

UNKNOWN POV
A college campus is the perfect place for my kind, unassuming nonjudgemental fresh blood everywhere. This campus is particularly interesting in that everyone seems invested in being lonely. It makes it infinitely easier to pluck one away from the crowd and drain them without anyone knowing.

But there's a strange note in this classroom, it's filled, 400 seated meals and one person's blood is standing out. It's something I had never tasted before and that made it all the more desirable.

AMELIA'S POV
The bell rung announcing the end of the hour, shocking me in my focused note taking. The lecture hall came into action as the professor rushed out last minute announcements. In order to not be trampled and shoved by my much taller peers, I packed up my belongings hastily. My friend, Jacob, walked with me out of the classroom and out of the building, "any plans this weekend?"

"The usual, back to my dad's for a day and then I'll be studying for the midterm." Jacob was sweet and from Forks it turned out. We had never met before but one other person going to UW from Forks that wasn't me or the Cullens was practically family. It instantly bonded us when he sat next to me on the first day of class.