Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series. That right belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Edward pinched the bridge of his nose. He probed the bump on my head, a fresh bruise beginning to form. "Are you okay?"
"I guess so," I sighed.
His icy lips pressed against my forehead. "Better?"
"You are just like a doctor bribing a child with a lollypop."
"Are you comparing me to a manipulative doctor or a sweet candy?"
"Well, thank you." He chuckled deeply, embraced me in his arms, and caressed the offending bump. "Now, are you going to tell me how you got this?"
I grimaced. "I'd rather not."
Edward pulled back, forcing me to stare into his golden eyes. They were bright either from being freshly fed or with mischief. "Tell me."
"I was doing laundry."
"I fell in."