Chapter 4

Once the lights dimmed, I lifted my legs onto the seat in front of me and leaned back into my seat. Every cell in my body was one hundred percent aware of the fact that Edward Cullen yes Edward Cullen was sitting next to me, less than half of half of a foot was separating our bodies from touching.

The movie was actually funny; or rather at least the parts that I was paying attention to were funny.

I was far too distracted with giving Edward side glances out of the corner of my eye, blushing, and being a little more than shocked at catching him doing the same thing.

Feeling a bit bold with this, I shifted in my seat and lightly pressed my arm against his. I waited for his reaction stiffly; he just flipped his hand over sliding it under mine, and continued to watch the movie as if nothing had happened, so I relaxed in my seat.

I smiled to myself and did a little happy dance in my head. I’m touching Edward Cullen. My apparently thirteen year old girl like inside voice said in a sing-song voice.

The rest of the movie went pretty uneventful. Once it was over, Edward didn’t make a move to get up, so neither did I, and we sat there until the entire theater was empty.

“Jasper..” I felt his cool breath brush against my cheek, as he spoke my name. With his thumb, he started rubbing light, lazy circles on the back of my hand, that he held in his own. I turned to face him, his face only inches away from my own.

I leaned into his voice; inhaling his amazing scent so sweet, so strong, so very incredibly Edward. I thought. I looked into his eyes getting lost.

He brought his previously resting right hand up to cup the side of my face; lightly running his finger tips along my jaw.

He leaned into the rest of the space between us, and pressed his lips against mine.

Amazing. His kiss was hard yet soft, almost as if frozen feathers were being brushed across my lips.

It was far too short for my liking, but I wasn’t going to complain the feeling of his lips still lingered on mine as we exited the cinema; my hand securely in his.

I turned my head slightly to look at him. The wind blew his beautiful bronzed locks as we made our way onto the sidewalk, his lips were curled up the corners – while I was unable to control the wide smile that cover my face.

“So where to?” I asked beaming up at him.

He returned my smile with one of his own, before he started. “Well it’s getting pretty late” I looked down at my watch shocked it was already 10:30 time fly’s when you’re with Edward Cullen. Gahhh!! Edward Cullen I just made-out with Edward Cullen. “So, I think we should get you home.”

I nodded in agreement, but silently wondered if I could get him to stay with me, and possibly continue what we started in the theater.