“Why are you holding your bag?” Edward asked, arching a brow.
“I’m pissing you off. I’ll just go,” I mumbled.
“Oh, no,” Edward said sternly. He took the bag from my hands and
guided me to the bed. The very large and inviting bed. “Bella, why do you think
you’re pissing me off?”
“You sighed when you opened the door,” I muttered.
“Bella, baby, I sighed because I want you to see what I see. I
want you to know that I love you, regardless of what you look like,” he said
quietly as he took my face in his hands. “I was just merely pointing out the
fact that you looked gorgeous tonight earlier. And you did. So beautiful,
Bella.” He stared at me, rubbing his thumbs along my cheeks.
“I’m afraid, Edward,” I whispered.
“Why, sweet girl?”
“That your opinion of me will change when you see me with my
clothes off,” I frowned. “Clothing hides a multitude of sins, Edward.”
“Nothing will change, Bella,” he said. “And if you’re not ready,
we don’t have to do anything. We can just
curl up and cuddle.”
No, I don’t
want that. I want to be with him. But, I’m so afraid. Maybe just cuddling would
be a better option.
“You won’t be mad if we don’t…fool around?” I whimpered.
“Of course not,” Edward said. He kissed my forehead chastely and I
could tell in his stance that he was slightly dejected at my lack of
self-confidence. I had been so strong at the ball and now my insecurities bite
me in the ass.
Can't wait for the chapter!! :)
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