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Double Dare

Chapter Twelve

Edward's POV

I had never been happier.

I lay back on the grass in the park, watching the purple clouds pass over the starry sky. It was a warm night, and we were in no hurry to get home.

Bella sighed, and shifted a little next to me. I turned to look at her. I couldn't help the stupid smile that was plastered on my face. She glanced at me before staring back up at the sky, a small smile fighting its way onto her lips. Then she shivered. I leaned over her a little, blocking out the view of the stars.

"Are you cold? With all those layers on?"

She shook her head stubbornly. "I'm fine." She met my eyes, and giggled. I couldn't help but grin.

"I dare you to kiss me," I mocked.

She blushed a beautiful rose colour. Then she smiled wryly. "You don't have to dare me every time you know."

I had to chuckle. I leaned down to her, and slowly brushed my lips against hers. My skin sparked as she pressed her lips to mine. I pulled back and grinned.

"You know, you can be a real jerk sometimes," she said.

I frowned. "What have I done now?"

"Why couldn't you be like this when I met you? Why did you have to be so... obnoxious?"

I shrugged self-consciously. I had been told several times that I hide myself behind snide remarks and try to put up a barrier between myself and everyone else. But this wonderful girl had knocked down all the barriers I had meticulously built. And I had no idea how she'd done it.

Bella shivered again. I hauled myself to my feet.

"Right, that's it; I'm taking you home. You're not gonna get sick again. You'd just blame me anyway."

Bella laughed, and I helped her up from the grass. We walked silently back to her apartment, lost in our own thoughts. I kept glancing at her lovely face, trying to scrutinize her expressions. Not for the first time, I wished I could know what she was thinking.

We eventually got back, and found Alice and Jasper talking in the kitchen. Jasper greeted us warmly but awkwardly, and Alice just watched us curiously, her eyes darting between the two of us. Bella blushed under her friend's scrutiny, and rushed off to her room with some mumbled excuse.

Alice's stare came to rest on me. I glared at her.

"What?" I demanded.

"You and Bella? You and Bella!" She was practically quivering with excitement.

I groaned. "Aw, Alice, how do you do that?"

She just giggled, and gave me a quick hug. "I'm gonna go get all the details from Bella."

I ran my hand through my hair unconsciously. Why couldn't she mind her own business?

I poured myself some coffee, and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Congratulations," Jasper offered.

I glared at him, but I knew it wasn't his fault. I rubbed my hands over my face.

"Did you have a good evening?" I asked, trying to be polite.

Yeah, it was great." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I expect he was waiting for me to throw something at him for once again taking my sister out. I decided not to be the 'jerk' that Bella had earlier described, and gave him a break.

"Jasper, I'm glad that you're in my sister's life. You're a nice guy, and you make her happy. So... yeah..." I trailed off.

Jasper froze in his seat in surprise. He cleared his throat, and kept his eyes on the table. "Well, thank you, Edward."

I just nodded, we sat there in silence for several minutes.

"Well, I'm gonna take off," Jasper suddenly stated. He went to find Alice to say goodnight.

Bella's POV

Alice barged into my room, squealing with delight. "Tell me everything!"

I gawked at her. "I don't know what you mean, Alice."

She looked at me scornfully. "Bella, you can't lie at the best of times, especially now you've got a face redder than a tomato!"

I hid my face in my hands, my cheeks flaming.

"So who kissed who?"

I proceeded to recall the details of my evening to my excitable best friend. My face grew hotter and hotter, and I ended up burying myself in my pillows to cool down the embarrassment. Alice was giggling uncontrollably when there was a sharp rap at the door, and Jasper called for Alice.

I couldn't sleep that night. My cheeks were still flaming. Why did he have this affect on me? Every time I tried to close my eyes, my mind wandered back to that amazing kiss, and suddenly I was wide awake again.

I managed to get a couple of hours of troubled sleep in the early morning. I checked my clock, and it read 6.30. I had work today. I stretched, pushed back the covers and headed into the kitchen to get coffee. I paused to take in the scene in the kitchen.

Edward was sat at the table, his face pressed to the table in a deep sleep, amongst a mess of papers. He snored softly, a sheet of paper swaying in the line of his breath. I giggled.

Edward started, and sat up abruptly, a sheet of paper stuck to the side of his face. I burst into laughter.

"Edward... what's-"
He scrambled around the table, gathering all the papers up in a hurry, stuffing them all in his pockets.

I raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "What have you been doing? What are you writing?"

"Nothing," he mumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep.

He grinned a lopsided grin, and my heart stared racing.

"Good morning," he said, stepping over to me.

"Good morning."

His hair was an absolute disaster. I giggled, and tried to brush it down with my fingers. He chuckled.

I blushed.

"What are you thinking?" he asked suspiciously.

I hesitated. "I was gonna dare you to kiss me."

His eyes sparkled. "You don't have to dare me to do that. Trust me..."

He smiled a beautiful smile, and leaned closer to me, threading his fingers in my hair. His lips brushed against mine...

A shrill bell interrupted our moment. Edward froze, and exhaled swiftly. I giggled, and went over to answer the phone.

I couldn't believe whose voice it was.

"Hi, Jake!"