A/N: Although this isn't a lyric fic, the idea grew out of a song and an old Lemonade Stand Flash Fic Friday submission. Enjoy
"I'm working hard on walking out
Shoes keep sticking to the ground
My clothes won't let me close the door
'Cause the trousers seem to love your floor." – Frightened Rabbit, "My Backwards Walk"
"The date was awful," she said as she stripped off her shirt. "Total dud. I don't know why Kevin was under the impression I wanted to hear about rebuilding his engine, but he was seriously deluded."
I sat on the edge of my bed and watched her take off each heel and her jeans without breaking stride. I promised last week that it would be the last time.
Clearly that promise meant nothing. Bella won out. She always did.
"I couldn't wait to get to your apartment, Edward," she said, pushing me back onto the bed and awkwardly yanking my shirt up over my torso. "You don't know how much I needed this. Needed you."
"I always need you," I told her as I firmly held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "It should've been me taking you out tonight."
"But I came home to you, isn't that what matters?" she asked, slipping out of my grasp and grinning slyly as she deftly removed my belt and jeans.
Three weeks. Three weeks in a row Bella had gone out with men who meant nothing to her only to show up at my apartment afterward.
She knew how I felt, but it wasn't enough for her. I wasn't enough for her. This would have to be enough until she changed her mind.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I said as she straddled me, lightly cupping the side of her face as I finally slid into her.
"Lie to me again," she whispered.
"I love you," I replied.
I know she didn't believe me yet, but someday… someday she would.