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Edward and I lounged on my bed. Well, more like we lounged on the bed while embroiled in a heated card game. War, to be exact, and Edward was kicking my butt all the way to Seattle and back again. Eventually, I sighed and threw the cards down; I'd had enough of being a loser. Edward chuckled, and stacked the cards neatly, sliding them into their box. Then, the box disappeared. I looked around for it, and eventually spied a suspicious looking shape in Edward's back pocket. I bit my lip, debating on weather or not to dig in his pocket to get them. The idea of me putting my hand anywhere in Edward's pants made me blush. He must have noticed my internal dig or no dig war, because he handed me the cards. I shoved the pack into my nightstand drawer, and turned back to him. He was smiling hugely.
"You wanted to get the cards from my back pocket, didn't you?" He teased me with his tone.
"You and your observant ways." I mumbled. He knew everything…well, that was a lie. But he knew a lot of things I didn't. I felt his hand on mine, and looked up.
"I wanted you to get them. I put them there intentionally. Some might call it flirting." He looked wistful, and my blush intensified. I smiled.
"What if I had put the cards into my back pocket? Would you try and retrieve them?" My jeans were a little tighter than Edward's slacks, and the idea of his fingers touching me there made my face go from red to crimson. He bit his lip, letting his eyes roam over me.
"Of course." He winked, and I giggled. I thought of the sheer cheesiness of this moment, and decided that I didn't care. I leaned back, and got the cards out of the drawer. I very carefully slid them into my back jeans pocket, pushing them to the very bottom. Then, I flipped over, on my stomach. Edward watched me, a sly smile on his exquisite face. His head was cocked to the side, and his hand reached toward my jeans, and the cards. I smiled, biting my lip. His fingers had just reached my pocket, he disappeared. There was a knock on the door, and then it opened. Charlie was standing there.
"Hey, Bells. What are you doing?" His eye brows came together when he saw the way I was laying. I blushed. "Sometimes, you're so weird. I don't think I want to know. I'm going fishing. I'll be back later…sometime." He closed the door, and I heard his boots clomp down the stairs. I buried my head in the pillow, seriously embarrassed. I felt Edward on the bed, and I lifted my head slightly. His hands were on either side of my head. I turned my head to look up at him; he had himself propped up, directly over me. He flashed a smile, and I turned my head back. I felt him brush my hair aside, and start kissing my neck and ear. His lips left an icy trail. I lifted my head again, and he held the cards out for me. My mouth dropped open. I flipped myself over, so that I was facing him. I snatched the cards out of his hand.
"You're so sneaky! You were distracting me, weren't you?!" I accused him, and he smiled again.
"Yes, Bella, I was distracting you. It made the moment I touched you there less awkward." He traced the shape of my lips with one cool fingertip.
I sighed. "But I didn't even feel it." I complained lightly. I folded my arms, and in an instant, I felt myself shift, and not because I did it myself. I found myself lying on top of Edward, my arms still folded. He smiled at me, and I straddled him. He raised his eye brows.
"So, what should we do today? It's all open, and Charlie won't be back for awhile." I breathed as I kissed his neck. He groaned, and gently pushed me off of his neck. I sighed.
He looked in my eyes. "How old are you, Bella?" He whispered. I had the distinct feeling that he wasn't joking around anymore. The moment had certainly turned serious fast.
"I'm 18, Edward, almost 19." I cringed when I said 19. He obviously understood why I cringed.
"Exactly. You're 18 years old, and I think that you and I shouldn't have to go behind Charlie's back anymore." Edward looked at me, completely serious. I didn't quite grasp what he was trying to say.
"What are you trying to say?" I decided not to mince words. Edward looked away from me, trying to find the words. I got impatient, and sighed. He held up a finger. I laid my head on his chest. He started talking again, and I looked up to watch his mouth move.
"I don't know how to say this so I don't upset you, or surprise you. I've been wanting this for awhile, but I've been too much of a coward to ask you outright." He looked away from me, and I turned his face back toward me.
"What do you want to ask me? I'm curious, and you know you don't have to be afraid to ask me anything. What is it?" I kissed his cheek, and he smiled.
"I want you to move in with me, Bella." He paused, giving me a second to fully absorb what he'd just said. I thought about it for a minute. It would be far more convenient. And graduation had already passed, so it wasn't like school was in the way. And we were going to college when the summer ended, right? It would give Charlie more time to acclimate to the fact that I was leaving. The more I thought about the idea, the more I liked it. I smiled, and so did he.
"When should we do it?" I asked him. He smiled bigger, and then shot out from under me. He was standing beside the bed.
"I think we should do it as soon as possible; but I also think we should as Carlisle and Esme what they think first." He offered me his hand, and I took it. Soon, we were in the car, on the way to the Cullen house.
Edward's silver Volvo sped down the road. Sooner than I would've thought possible, we were there. Edward parked the car in the garage, and towed me toward the house. Rosalie and Alice were standing on the porch, and they both got visibly excited when they saw me. Edward pushed me behind him, and walked past them into the house. I threw them an apologetic glance, and Alice's stare told me she'd catch up with me later. Edward went up the stairs to Carlisle's office. He knocked gently, and I heard Carlisle's faint "Come in."
Edward opened the door fluidly, and allowed me to go in first. Esme was sitting in one of the chairs in front of Carlisle's desk. Edward sat in the other, pulling me onto his lap. Esme smiled. I blushed.
Edward spoke before Carlisle could say anything. "Bella and I would like to talk to you about something." Carlisle nodded. Esme was watching us expectantly.
"We would like to talk to you about Bella moving in." Edward had no sooner gotten the words out of his mouth than Esme was on her feet, her arms wrapped around us.
"I think it would be a great idea! When can she move in?" Esme talked excitedly. Carlisle had an amused yet surprised look on his noble face. Edward sighed and rolled his eyes.
"That's what we wanted to talk to you about, actually. We wanted to work out all the logistics." Carlisle leaned forward at his desk, and Esme unclasped her arms from around us, and settled back into the chair.
Edward and Carlisle leaned toward each other to work out the plans for the move, and Esme and I talked about what we would do to Edward's room.
The plan was underway.