Words cannot even express how completely and utterly sorry I am for taking so long to update. I would have of course understood if I woke up to a mob on my front lawn lashing at me for how careless and lazy I'd been these past few months. The update is, I got a new job, and I have just been so busy with RL that my story just got lost in all the confusion. I want to thank my beta jenniper for always being willing to help and giving her honest opinion in each one of my chapters. I'm hoping to never take this long to update again. I know this is a long time coming, but here's the next chapter. And thanks to those who continue reading, I hope this doesn't disappoint.
Bella Swan would be my demise, no doubt. I had spent my early childhood following her around and secretly dubbing her the prettiest girl I would ever meet. Apparently, nothing much had changed since then. I still found myself staring at her even when we were surrounded by a crowd of people or making excuses to strike up a conversation with her. Some would call it obsession; I just called it a healthy interest.
Who was I kidding? I was a sick puppy.
I was happy to jump at the chance to help her move her stuff from Charlie's old house, but didn't realize that in the process, random dudes would just hit on her out of nowhere. We all went out for an innocent breakfast at Sue's and I walked up on Emmett McCarty showing Bella his dimpled smile. And to top it off, she didn't show any signs of telling him to back off. Of course he could get any girl he wanted, but fresh meat was always the best to jocks. Excluding myself, obviously.
At first, I thought my actions could be blamed on the fact that we practically grew up together and I was interested in getting to know the person she had become. While this was true, I still felt this gravitational pull towards her, which I mistakenly mistook at first as some big brother instinct to protect her. I found out that was bullshit when I started reacting physically towards her. Yeah I admit that I had spent more than a few nights alone in my bedroom with the door very much secure thinking about Bella, but her effect on me went further than just the random hard-on.
On those afternoons where it was just me and her at my house, it seemed like the world revolved around us. We made sundaes, watched movies, played games, and not once did I feel uncomfortable in her presence. Well, except for the time I let it slip that my mom had joked about us getting married. Bella had tensed up and I had felt like such a douche for admitting that to her. But when I got to show her all the pictures that my mom had taken of us before she passed away, it felt like it solidified our relationship a little more. It was kind of like we knew there would always be a special bond there, one that no one or nothing could touch.
When I clasped her hand that day at the cliffs, it made my stomach clench that her tiny hand seemed to fit so perfectly in my gigantic one. It could have been my imagination, but I was sure she realized it too. That was also the first of many times that I realized my reactions to Bella were fueled by jealousy. She had jumped off with Embry after her turn with me and it took them a little too long to climb back up. His smile was also a little too big for my taste once they did reappear on the cliff. I made sure to give him the dirtiest look I could muster and it succeeded in wiping that idiot smirk off his face...for the time being at least.
Embry knew my history with Bella; he knew how I had looked forward to her visit this summer. The first day we saw her he jumped at the chance to talk to her first, which instantly pissed me off. I made up for it by being the first to make her blush. Man, she had never known what that did to me, and hopefully she'd never find out. Then she'd have even more power over me. But yet, Embry was still treating her like any other girl on the rez. Even at the cookout he sweet talked her and acted like the perfect gentleman. It made me sick. If I had anything to do with it, he wouldn't get very far.
It didn't surprise me that she fit in so well with our group. She had always been very easygoing and not at all girly, so when she nailed the drums on Rock Band, I was impressed, but still not completely surprised. Just thinking about that night still made me wonder what Quil had seemed so shady about when he returned from the kitchen to look for Embry and Bella. He said they were just looking for ice, but he was such a bad liar that I knew better. What had he seen?
When Bells sprained her ankle, it took all the restraint I had not to break down her front door when I saw Embry's car parked outside of her house while she was home alone. I could just see him hovering over her small frame, taking advantage of the situation. Again, it made me sick. But even more, it made me mad that I couldn't exactly do anything about it. I couldn't just barge in unwelcome and walk in on God knows what.
Or could I?
Thankfully, during the inner battle I was having with myself, a miracle happened Charlie showed up. My internal fist pump could probably convey how elated I was to see that black cruiser slide in the driveway. I watched from my kitchen window as Charlie vacated his car and shot a questioning look towards the unknown car in his yard. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. If I couldn't throw Embry out, I knew this man would.
No more than ten minutes later, Embry exited the house looking like a frightened dog. Luckily, I was leaned against his car waiting for him.
Well, not lucky for him.
"'Sup, man?" He looked at me with a weary face, like he wasn't sure how to answer me. Or whether to answer me at all.
"Uhh...n-nothing much. Going back to work," he stuttered out. I inwardly rolled my eyes at his cowardice. My theory is if you're going to do something ballsy, you should have enough balls to do it and take responsibility for doing it in the first place. Apparently, he didn't have enough balls to back up the ballsy move he had made by coming here.
"You taking a lunch break?"
"Yeah?" Ahh, the answer that sounds like a question. That was the tale-tell sign I was freaking him out by acting so nonchalant.
"What're you doing here?"
"Just seeing how Bella was feeling." He walked past me like he was trying to end this conversation. Little did he know, it was far from over.
"You know, if people see you guys here alone, they may get the wrong idea about you two."
"I don't care what people think." Ohhh, now he was getting defensive.
"Well, she might, so I suggest you don't ruin her reputation before she even gets one."
That was the point in time where my supposed big brother gene was in full force. I didn't realize at the time that it was my jealousy pushing me to say everything. Deep down, I knew I wanted it to be me alone with her in that house.
Embry rolled his eyes. "You're reading way too much into this. It's not even like that."
"Oh really? It's not like that for either of you? She's not one of these skanks you've been known to take home lately."
"Like I said, it's not like that," he argued.
"You better hope to hell it's not like that because you'll have more than just Charlie to answer to." And with that, I gave him my most threatening look to show how serious I was, pushed off his car, and walked away.
When I thought Bella was leaving at the end of the summer, I made sure to work extra hard on her truck so we could present it to her before she left. I knew she wanted to be here rather than back in Phoenix where she felt like she didn't belong. I did my best to try to set her roots here so she'd feel more comfortable staying. I offered her a "job" to work with me in the garage to begin with. I'd like to say it wasn't for my own selfish reasons but it let me spend more time with her and she was so cute when she got frustrated. We gave her the truck which couldn't be taken back to Phoenix since it was so far a drive and I did my best to show her how great all our friends were.
I really thought Embry had ruined my plan when he ditched her at the movie theater. I thought Bella would just run all the way back to Phoenix just to avoid the humiliation, but she surprised me. Although, the company she kept that night didn't thrill me. I once again saw McCarty flirting her up when she came back in from the intermission. That dude really needed to back off. Edward turned out to be an alright guy, but the way he hungrily looked at Bella when she wasn't looking made me grip onto the hand rests to keep from smacking him.
I'll never forget the day in the garage when she admitted that she had a date later that night. I had been planning on surprising her and taking her to the carnival they were having, but lo and behold, Captain Dimples was taking her instead. Even though I knew she had to make her own mistakes, it still bugged me that she was going out with a guy who had supposedly slept with the whole Forks cheerleading squad. After our squabble that day, I had laid in bed restless that night thinking about how I had hurt her feelings. I had no say over her life or who she decided to let in it, so I dropped my pride and apologized for being such a dick.
On the night before Bella was supposed to leave, I did my best to put on a happy face and enjoy my last moments with her. I could tell it was all too much for her and once she left the beach, I followed, but went to my house to sulk and shed a few tears for the best friend I was losing just like those many years ago. Unfortunately, she decided to send a text informing me she was staying and in my misery, I chose to not answer the phone, thinking it was one of the guys. When my ears picked up loud music from next door, I pulled myself out of my self-induced coma and checked my phone. Her text sent me barreling out of my house with no recollection of what I was wearing or how I looked.
After finding her hiding out in the bathroom (no doubt, my doing) I convinced her to let me in. When she confirmed her decision to stay, I couldn't help but envelope her in my arms. But that night was the start of something I had never felt before. It felt like there was a fire between us that needed to be quenched. When she admitted that she would have missed me, I pushed her against the wall, hoping against all hope that she'd quench what I was feeling. My breath was coming quickly and when she touched my chest, I thought I'd explode. I kissed her, there was no other solution. Her lips on mine were pure heaven. Bella's decision to stay brightened up my entire world it seemed. I couldn't comprehend that she'd be around all the time now. At home, in the garage, at school. It was just too much, but in a good way. I think the overwhelming feeling of us not having to part was the main reason behind our bathroom fiasco. Although it did hurt when she referred to what we did as "stupid." Yet I shrugged it off and willed my hard-on away like any other decent human being.
The morning after, I noticed several Bella-made scratches displayed across my back. Not wanting to keep them to myself, I wore a shirt that flaunted them right in front of her face. The main reason was to show her what I did to her, but watching her squirm was just as good. I didn't want to admit that I hoped that things would escalate between us, but I thought deep down this would open some doors. It seemed to have the opposite effect.
McCarty had asked her out again. I thought with what had happened between us, she would have given up on that prick. But I knew once she got around the big crowd that Emmett deemed as friends, she'd revert to her old Bella tendencies. Meeting new people and being the center of attention was not her forte. She had no idea what she was walking into. Meeting them at the concession stand had been an obvious bonus, but unfortunately McCarty was some kind of saint. I couldn't get a rise out of him for nothing.
Bella may have thought she was fooling me, but I noticed how she glanced my way during the movie from Emmett's truck. And maybe I flirted it up a little more than usual just to make her mad. She was on a damn date, who was she to judge? I made sure to leave soon after they did so I could keep somewhat of an eye on them, but that bit me in the ass when I had to watch that joker kiss her like he was in some sort of Lifetime movie. But what burnt me up the most was when she waved that smart-ass wave of hers before she walked inside.
I decided to take the high road and not dwell on the kiss I had witnessed. Bella didn't seem willing to talk about it either. When I asked her about McCarty, she sort of skirted around the issue, but I knew they hadn't been seeing each other. Facebook confirmed that McCarty was still single and he had been spending most days either working or practicing for the upcoming football season. I wasn't going to apologize for doing some research, and to my defense, I only checked it once a day.
I had been dying for some alone time with Bella, some that didn't consist of friends or the garage, so I invited her to the beach with me. It was a big step because that's where I kept in touch with my mom. I felt like if I could share that with someone, it would be Bella. She loved my mom just about as much as I did, and I knew she'd have things to say to her. I loved hearing all the memories she had of my mom. Some I didn't initially remember, but once they resurfaced, I wondered how I had ever forgotten.
The laughter that rang through our bodies was comforting to say the least. I couldn't remember when I had ever had so much fun, so I told her that. I could feel she was avoiding looking at me, so I hovered over her so she'd have nowhere else to look. That's all it took for us to see there was something in the other that we longed for.
I asked her what she was thinking, hoping she could unscramble the mess my brain had become. Bella, my once sister, my best friend, was more than that. I knew that now. I just didn't know what she was to me. We had been raised as family but those lines had been blurred once she stepped back on the reservation. No one saw this coming, not even me. Charlie had asked me to make her feel at home while she was here, but here I was, somehow defiling the trust of the man who had been like a second father to me. What would Chief Swan think if he knew the thoughts running through my head now?
"We shouldn't do this," I whispered to her, although I was hoping she wouldn't listen. Even though my mouth spoke this, my heart and my body screamed to opposite.
"I know," she replied as she laid her hand on my chest. Her body language and her mouth were conflicting as well.
I whispered my fears of Charlie and Billy and she shared them as well. I knew nothing would ever go back to being the same, and did I want that? Did I want to put on the line everything we had worked for this summer? Our friendship, our garage, our time together? But what if it turned out to be worth the risk?
"I don't want to ruin what we have," I admitted.
"It's just us. We can pretend it never happened, if you want," she said.
I didn't want to pretend it never happened. If something happened, I'd want to remember it the rest of my life. Consequences be damned, this was Bella freakin' Swan, and I'd be stupid to pass up this chance.
"Do you want me to touch you?" I knew the answer already from the way her body shook beside mine. She was high on adrenaline and hormones, that's for sure. But it was always polite to ask, right?
"Only if you want to." AhhBella,alwayssononcommittal.We'llseehowthatworkstonight.
The rest of the night seemed almost a blur. It was a whirlwind of emotion, hesitancy, and awkwardness. So obviously it was the best night of my life to date. You can't go wrong when a hot girl compliments your penis and you give her the first orgasm of her life. No way of losing there.
Even though we promised nothing would be different when school started the next day, she gave me the silent treatment for most of the ride there. Thankfully, when I walked into English class, Bella was there. I would have hated to go all day without seeing her. I made sure to smile to let her know I wanted everything to be fine. The ride to school was still making my stomach churn with nerves. Hopefully, I was reading too much into her silence.
I had to grip the edges of my desk to keep from punching Stevens in the face for most of the class. I watched as he leaned over (quite often, I might add) to whisper something to Bella, sometimes even making her laugh. It would have been safe to say that my blood pressure was shooting through the roof. It was possibly these emotions that led me to meet Bella at her locker straight after class. Her reassurances and the sight of my own personal brand on her neck made my pants feel a little tighter, but other than that, all was well.
But mostly the day went by typically. Classes, meeting up with friends, turning down desperate girls, you know the usual. I'll definitely admit that I showed off a little more than usual at football practice knowing that Bella was watching. It was fueled mostly by the fact that I knew she was physically attracted to me so I wanted to show her what I was capable of. It also may have had something to do with the fact that I knew that Embry walked her down to the football stadium, but I tried to push passed that tidbit of information.
Seeing her waiting by my car after practice made me want to get her home that much quicker. All thoughts of jealousy that she had walked down to the field with Embry went away, because she was waiting for me, not him.I thought we'd have a good conversation on the way home about our first days, maybe make out a little in the garage later, but those plans flew out the window when we launched into an argument about some petty girl who made a comment to Bella about me. The argument wasn't something I enjoyed, but she was actually pretty sexy when she was mad at me. We ended up making up in the cab of her truck though, so the day wasn't a complete loss.
As Bella's birthday weekend grew closer, I struggled to find the perfect gift. She meant a lot to me, but I couldn't express it in words…obviously. Lately, our relationship had become strained and we barely spoke about anything other than the garage or school. I tried to show her I still wanted her through actions, but nothing seemed to work.
I had planned to give her the present I had bought her at dinner in front of all our friends, but once I found out that Stevens had been invited, my plans changed. I felt like he was interfering in our lives, like he was an outsider intruding on our group. Stupid, I know.
I showed up at Bella's house before everyone arrived to present her with the gift. I picked up on the awe she emanated as she took in my appearance. Yeah, I cleaned up pretty well. I returned the favor and raked her body with my eyes. Damn, I wanted to see what she was wearing underneath that dress. Maybe if tonight went well enough, I would. Who was I kidding? It would have to go extremely well for that to happen.
All sexual thoughts were driven out of my mind as she opened the tiny box I gave her and I attached the bracelet around her wrist. I hadn't touched her in what seemed like forever, and the mere brushing of our hands had my heart racing. I tried to talk to her, I tried to make things better, but just like lately, I couldn't get through it seemed. I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Why do I feel like there's a wall between us?" I blurted out. I wanted to know. I wanted my Bella back.
"Probably because there is," she answered, looking down.
"Can I ask why?"
"I just think we tried to take it too far. Everything was fine before and we screwed it up by letting our physical connection take over."
"Are you saying you regret it now?" My voice cracked embarrassingly. I was letting my emotions leak through. Anger and hurt. They seemed to coincide these days.
"No, of course not. It's just that things don't always turn out how we expect them to."
"Did I do something wrong?" Wow, did I sound like a pussy or what?
"I just…" She paused and my heart almost beat out of my chest. "I just think we didn't complement each other well. We want and expect different things out of each other."
So was I not good enough now? "So are you saying I can't give you what you want?" I pushed myself up from the floor trying to distance myself away.
She jumped up as well. "That's not what I'm saying at all! I think it's more along the lines of I can't give you what you want." Her voice was growing louder and higher, which meant this was about to turn ugly.
What I want? She has no idea what I want. What does she think I want? "Is this about sex? Because I haven't even brought up the subject!" Of course it was on my mind, I was a teenage guy, but I had never pushed the subject.
"I don't understand, Bells. Ever since we started school, you've been acting distant and quiet like there's…" I stopped short. My mind was racing, mostly going in circles, putting images together. Her laughing, whispering in class, and then it dawned on me. "Is there someone else?" My fingernails were digging into my palms as my fists drew tighter and tighter.
"Are you serious? Who else would there be?"
"You and Stevens seem to be pretty close lately," I accused.
"Riley? You've got to be kidding me." She shook her head denying it, but I wasn't convinced.
"There's something up and I want to know what." If it wasn't Stevens, then it had to be something. Things like this didn't just change overnight.
"Fine, I'll tell you! It's the simple fact that you flirt with all these pathetic girls in school right in front of my face! Is that good enough for you?"
I felt my jaw drop. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I didn't expect that to be why she had given me the cold shoulder this whole time. She completely misconstrued whatever she called flirting. Didn't she realize she surpassed every other girl at that school?
"I don't flirt with anybody!" was my only retort.
"Oh, whatever. If I winked as much as you do, people would think I have a nervous twitch."
"Fine." I held my hands up in defeat. This whole thing felt like a cop-out to me. Just some bullshit reason to get rid of me because she didn't want to admit the real one. "You want it that way, then that's how it'll be. We'll just be friends, but don't come crying to me when you change your mind."
"Don't worry. I won't."
Those four words felt like Bella had stuck a knife in me.
The drive to the restaurant was torture. I could smell her and feel the heat off of her, but my anger overshadowed the boner that threatened to show up. Once we arrived, I learned that she had invited those Forks friends of hers. Luckily the busty blonde took an interest in my biceps, so I took this chance to make Bella see what she was missing.
I snagged a seat beside Rosalyn…no, Rosalie at dinner. Her constant stroking of my arms and her interest in the garage was extra fuel to the fire that was Bella. I could tell she was jealous. It served her right. I felt like I had offered her more than I had ever offered anyone before and she had thrown it right in my face.
Rosalie did a good job by keeping my mind occupied at least. Her constant teasing and her conspicuous cleavage served as an okay distraction. Ready to get back home, I was happy when it was time to leave. As I made my way to the car, Rosalie stopped me.
"How about I give you a ride home in my car?" she said seductively in my ear.
I nodded and told the others, including Bella, that Rose would give me a ride home. Being the coward I was, I didn't even look Bella in the eyes as I told them. I knew if I did, I'd be able to see how she felt and I didn't want to know. What right did she have to care? She's the one who had told me we were no more. She's the one who had ended whatever we had, not me.
The ride in the small, red sports car was mostly awkward. I had no idea who this girl was; she had no idea who I was. What I did find out was that she wasn't the least bit shy. About halfway home, she had grabbed my hand and placed it down her shirt onto her left breast. She had no problem telling me what she wanted and going after it. While my hand was busy with the left one, she pulled my head down to attach my mouth to the right one. Normally, when a girl came at me like this, I retreated. But tonight, my anger was driving my actions. Or was it some sick sort of retribution?
When we pulled into my driveway, she invited herself inside and I quietly led her to my bedroom. She giggled girlishly as I shut the door.
"I love sneaking into rooms, there's something so forbidden about it," she said in a sickly sweet tone. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, so I just nodded and gave her a half smile.
She pulled me over to her and kissed me straight on the mouth. She was a horrible kisser. All I could taste was her waxy lipstick and all I could smell was the makeup she coated her face with. I wanted to puke. I pulled my face away and she went for the hem of my shirt. She giggled some more as she rubbed along my abs. I repaid the favor by running my hand down her cleavage again. Thankfully she attached her lips to my neck now instead of my mouth again.
In the midst of my indiscretion, I glanced up and saw the curtains of Bella's room swaying. She must be home. I would have rather been over there in that room than in my room with this chick. I couldn't do this.
"We've got to stop," I croaked out.
She giggled again. "We will, eventually."
I pulled her away from my neck. It was like detaching a leach. "No," I said firmly. "You need to go."
She huffed and whirled around. She swung open my door and stomped through the house. After slamming my front door, I heard her car spin gravel in the drive as she sped away.
After throwing my shirt back on, I climbed out my window towards my Bella. I needed to talk to her. I couldn't sleep knowing things were so messed up between us. After tapping on her window a few times, I convinced her to pull the blinds up and acknowledge me. I knew she hated going to bed with so much on her mind, so I used that as the main excuse for me coming over.
"Well, I also hate being played like a fool, but sometimes there's not much you can do about it," she snapped back.
"I didn't play you like a fool, Bella. I'm sorry if you think that, but you're wrong." It hurt to know that she thought I was capable of doing that to her.
"I really don't think I am."
"You are. You mean a lot to me. I wish you'd realize that." I also wished she would realize that it was hard for me to open up to her like this, but I was running out of options now.
"How am I supposed to realize that?" I asked.
"I didn't give you that bracelet just because you're my next door neighbor, Bella."
She looked down at the bracelet on her wrist and I could have sworn I saw a certain softness come over her. It quickly went away. "Well you probably just gave Rosalie a little gift of your own as well, so I'm assuming you care a lot about her, too?"
"What the hell are you talking about? I barely know her." Rosalie could never compare to Bella in any way, shape, or form.
"So you take rides from people you barely know? You invite people you barely know into your bedroom?"
She had me here. I was ashamed of my actions and I know I should have had better judgment. "Can you please open this window so I don't have to talk to you through glass?"
"Do you really think you deserve that?" she asked.
"I don't think I deserve for you to treat me like this." That was a lie. I deserved to be stoned in the street for what I'd done tonight.
"Maybe not, but I'm probably still a little pissed that I had a front row seat to you running your hands all over Rosalie's boobs while she practically had you half naked."
I think my heart may have actually stopped. How could I have been so careless as to leaving my window completely uncovered?
"You saw that?" I asked hesitantly, already knowing the answer.
"Did you think someone had installed one-way glass in your bedroom where only you could see out but nobody could see in?"
"I just wasn't thinking…" I began.
"Oh, you were thinking all right. Just not with your head."
"I was just mad, okay?" I tried to defend myself, but it was no use.
"Mad? I'm mad, but you don't see anybody else in my room, do you?"
She had a point. I looked at the ground, feeling like I didn't deserve the girl in front of me, feeling like I had possibly ruined everything that I had hoped to build with her these past few months. How could I let this happen? I couldn't let this happen. I wouldn't just roll over and give up. This girl was worth fighting for. I needed to show her and tell her how I felt.
"Open the window, Bella." I knew she could tell I was serious.
I heard her unlatch the window and I pushed it up. I lifted myself onto the sill, but she placed her hands on my shoulders and stopped me.
"Get the fuck out of my room," she growled.
I had never heard her use this kind of language with me. I didn't understand. She had just invited me into her room, and now she was taking it back.
"What the hell?" I asked, dumbstruck.
"I'd say the hickey on your neck and the pink lipstick smeared on your face is grounds enough to deny you anything I deem necessary."
The window being slammed in my face wasn't even the worst part. It was the look of anguish on my Bella's face. I had been so anxious to get over there that I had neglected what I may look like after Rosalie had put her hands on me. Again, how could I have been so stupid?
Now I had even more to make up for, but I wasn't giving up without a fight.
I decided to give Bella the rest of the weekend to cool off. I spent countless hours in front of my bathroom mirror trying all sorts of remedies to lighten and eventually get rid of the hideous hickeys that the blond left. I also lost count of the number of times I almost picked up my phone to text Bella or peeked out my window just to see if I could catch a glimpse of her. I had never before been so anxious for a Monday to roll around.
Monday was Bella's birthday and even though the celebration with our friends was over, I wasn't going to let it pass without doing a little something for her on my own. I pondered and planned all weekend and finally came up with the perfect day for her. Getting her to agree to participate in it was a whole other problem in itself.
After Charlie left his house Monday morning, I made my way over and waited on the porch steps. I was hoping that taking her by surprise would be the better option. My heart beat roughly against my ribs as I heard her footsteps near the front door and the doorknob turn.
I heard her footsteps falter as she exited the house. She was probably forming a getaway plan. This thought made me chuckle a little.
"What's so damn funny?" she asked from behind me. Her cussing made me smile. It was like watching a butterfly try to act like an eagle. It was cute, but they couldn't pull it off.
I turned slowly around and took in her slender frame leaning against the door jam. "Unless your extreme and completely understandable anger has made you lose track of time, I came over to remind you that today's your birthday." I stood up and took a few steps towards her.
"Oh, you mean the show you put on for me the other night wasn't my birthday present?" she said with her hand over her chest feigning surprise. "Because I don't see how you'll top that one." She rolled her eyes and tried to skirt past me, but I side-stepped in front of her.
"Excuse me, I have to get to school," she snapped.
"You're not going to school today birthday girl," I said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not skipping, especially with the likes of you." She poked me hard in the chest.
"The 'likes of me?' Did we just transport into some old western? Come on, who says that?" I laughed.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, which coincidentally pushed her breasts up right into my line of view. Bella cleared her throat and my eyes snapped back up to hers. The small smirk that she was attempting to hide didn't fool me. She liked knowing that I liked looking at her.
Ugh, she wasn't playing fair…and I liked it. I had a feeling today was going to be a day to remember in years to come.
"Go get your sneakers on little lady, 'cause this is gonna be the best day of your life."
Good news: I have started on the next chapter already. I haven't finished so if you want to give me some input on what you'd like to see happen on Bella's birthday, I'd be happy to consider writing it in. Thanks again for reading :)