It’s official. I’m a creeper.
I spent the night watching as Bella was sleeping. I counted her breaths, watching as her chest methodically rose and fell. With each exhale, she whimpered quietly. I know, baby. I’m sad, too. I gazed at her long, mahogany locks as they were spread over my pillow. Her curls were crazy and perfect. I memorized how her body perfectly fit in with mine. Where she dipped, I curved. We were like two pieces of a puzzle. On her back, I traced her beauty marks.
I was terrified of her leaving. My heart was shattering at her imminent departure. I felt empty. I felt broken. I felt…
Such a pussy, Edward. Get over it. It’s not permanent!
Shut it. It’s two months. Two long months. Without her.
Bella gripped my body as if I was going to disappear. I returned her embrace, happy to feel her against me. I wanted to be draped in her warmth forever. For now, I’ll gladly accept her naked body pressed against mine. The tears she was crying…not so much. Her tears covered my bare chest as she sobbed in her sleep.
“I wish I could come with you,” I mumbled against her soft, fragrant hair. “You’re everything to me, gorgeous girl. My reason for breathing. I love you and I know that I am going to marry you someday.”
Her response was a choked sob against my body. I looked down at her, seeing her eyes still clamped shut. However, her face was covered with tears. She looked so broken against me. With a heavy sigh, I went back to counting her beauty marks on her back. What number was I on? Eh, I’ll start from the beginning.
Suffice it to say, I never fell asleep that night. I just held her, watched her, caressed her supple skin, inhaled her strawberry and cream scent, kissed her wherever I could reach…anything to remember her. Shortly after the sun peaked over the horizon, Bella’s eyes cracked open. Her lids were red and puffy from the tears she shed during the night, sobbing in her dreams. With a sad smile, she looked up at me, her warm chocolate brown orbs stared at me. Tenderly, she ran her fingers through my hair and down my scruffy cheek. I held her hand against my face, staring at her.
Don’t go. Stay. Please, stay. I want to love you. I want to make love to you. Please, don’t go.
“Promise me something, Edward,” Bella said, her voice raspy from disuse and sadness.
“Anything,” I vowed.
“Don’t cry when I leave,” she murmured. “If you do, I’ll probably just crawl into your arms and never go.”
“That sounds good,” I quipped sadly. I wrapped my arms around her naked body, holding her tightly. “Stay. Forever.”
“I want to,” she mumbled against my bare chest, nuzzling her cheek against my left nipple. “You and I both know that I can’t. Not now. I’ve got to settle things up in my life.”
“I know,” I said. “It still sucks.” I kissed her forehead, reveling in her naked body pressed against mine. “I can still hide out in your luggage.”
“You’d get busted when they run the suitcase through the x-ray machine. You’re a little more noticeable than a vibrator,” she giggled.
“Just a bit. Also, I’m bigger and don’t run on batteries,” I snorted.
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