Edward looked over at Jack, still sound asleep, and then back down at me, still smiling. And that's when the SpongeBob Band-Aid on his forehead came partially loose and just kind of hung there, and I stared at it. I had just experienced a toe-curling, fireworks going off moment and revelation of love for my neighbor, but all I could do was focus on Patrick's goofball face and big buck teeth.
So, being happy in love, and grinning up at the man of my dreams, I glanced at Patrick's face again and a loud, embarrassing snort popped out of my mouth. Or I should say more like my nose. And that awful snort triggered an avalanche of uncontrollable giggles to fly from my lips because I could not believe that I'd slipped an animal call right after the hottest dry humping make-out session in the history of dry humps.
"Did you just snort?" he whisper-asked, his eyes bubbling with laughter and that dumb Band-Aid flopped a little on his forehead like Patrick just gave me a little wave. And I lost it. My face scrunched-up and I giggled like I'd lost my mind.
Edward chuckled. "Why are you laughing?" he whispered, still grinning. He wasn't mad He just looked excited, like he wanted in on the action. But I couldn't tell him because I couldn't breathe because of the combination of my out-of-control giggles and his hot, long body on top of me.
Tears started squeezing out of the corners of my eyes and running down into my hair. I thought I might need to be airlifted to the hospital because I was dying. Crick-in-side, couldn't breathe, crying-dying. I wanted to shout at Edward to call 911, but I was completely incapacitated.
Edward suddenly let out a surprisingly loud snort of his own and began laughing right along with me. He had no clue what gave me the giggles, which I found to be adorable and made me laugh even harder. And love him even more.
I wiped my eyes and wheezed. Edward buried his face in my neck, continuing to chuckle. I started moaning from the agony as I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes tight. I tried my hardest to not hear Patrick's voice in my head. Or envision his pink cone-head dangling off of Edward's forehead.
"Oh, god," I whisper-moaned before I giggled again. "I'm dying."
Edward lifted his head, his eyes all watery green. "I'm dying too. And I don't know what the hell we're laughing about," he whispered before laughing some more.
I reached up and pulled Patrick off his forehead and stuck it to his shirt. "That's what we're laughing about." He looked down at his shirt and then back up at me and grinned, his eyes all wet and shiny.
I reached up and yanked the Band-Aids from my face, cringing a little. I then reached up and grabbed the Band-Aid across his cheek and ripped it off. "Ow, that hurt," he whisper-shouted, giving me an evil glare.
"No, it didn't," I said as I ripped the other one off. "It hurts worse if you do it slow."
"Do it slow?" he repeated, cocking an eyebrow at me. "It definitely won't hurt if we do it slow."
"Ugh, how old are you?" I said with a laugh. But then it hit me. I had no idea how old this man was that had just happily messed his trousers between my legs.
"Wait, I mean it. How old are you? I don't even know how old you are and we just – "
Edward had the most delicious way of shutting me up… with his hot mouth. I moaned and my hands slid into his hair again as he kissed me hard.
"I'm twenty-eight," he whispered against my lips.
I hummed and sucked on his lower lip and his responding groan told me he approved. He moved to my neck, his lips leaving hot, wet trails along my skin. "And you?" he whispered, his lips against my throat.
"Twenty-six," I kind of moaned before his lips found mine again. Pulling away slightly, he pressed several soft kisses to my mouth before he stared down at me.
He studied my face for the longest time before he brushed the back of his fingers down my cheek. "I'll always remember this…" he whispered, "… our first kiss." His words, spoken so tenderly, filled my eyes with tears and completely overwhelmed me.
And as I stared up at him, his perfect face, his perfect everything my heart started to ache in my chest. How would it ever work between the two of us? With him, the Gucci lawyer and me the homebody in my sweats? I couldn't even go out on a normal date with the man.
And all of these feelings flooded me and this love I felt, this scary love, I didn't know how to handle it. I felt fearful and panicked because if we ever did manage to get together, what if he left me?
I would die.
Oh, my aching chest. Love sucks.
I'd only experienced love for about five minutes now and I didn't want it anymore.
"I need to get up," I mumbled as I pushed on his chest and tried to scoot out from underneath him.
"I need… I need to put Jack to bed."
He paused for a second, but I didn't look at his face. I couldn't. And I hoped he didn't see the tears in my eyes. He did move and I quickly jumped up and smoothed my dress down.
"I'm going to..." I said, waving my hand towards Jack. "Can you let yourself out?"
I didn't wait for him to answer. I leaned down and scooped Jack up, laying his sleepy head on my shoulder.
"Can I come back over?" Edward asked.
"No. Not tonight," I said, walking towards the stairs. "I'm kind of tired."
"Bella, what's going on?"
"Nothing. Can you lock the door behind you?"
Edward mumbled something but I couldn't make it out. I opened the baby gate and headed upstairs. I got Jack ready for bed and kissed him on his velvety soft cheek before laying him in his bed and tucking the covers around him. I ran my fingers through his beautiful blond curls a few times before turning the light out and closing the door.
Stepping into my bedroom, I slipped off my dress, and hung it in my closet. I stared at it for a long time, rubbing the silky material through my fingers. I walked into the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I touched my red, swollen lips and could still taste Edward on them. I dashed away a tear before tugging on some sweats and a ratty T, putting my beautiful hair up in a bun.
I went downstairs and gathered Diablo in my arms and let him love on me. I let him outside and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Sitting down, I took a drink. And heard a knock on the door. I ignored it and kept drinking and Edward kept knocking. I let Diablo in and put him in the laundry room before I took one more drink and slowly made my way towards the front door. I opened it about two inches. "I told you not to come over."
He smiled. "I don't listen very well."
"You can't come in. I don't have on a bra."
"Then I most definitely have to come in."
"I'm serious. I need some time to think."
"Think about what? There's nothing to think about, Bella. Now let me in."
I stared at him for a long moment before I sighed heavily and reluctantly opened the door.
Back in jeans and a T, he eyed me from head-to-toe, his eyes lingering on my chest. I frowned and crossed my arms over my boobs. He smirked and stalked towards me and I backed up... and kept backing up until my back smacked against the wall. Pressing his body against mine, he groaned. "Mm, I missed you," he hummed before he leaned down and started attacking my neck with his lips, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
"You just saw me," I said between heavy breaths. "Five minutes ago."
He made a humming sound against my neck. "I know. That's too long," he mumbled before he kissed and sucked along my neck, ear, and collarbone.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sounding weak and pathetic.
"Getting reacquainted with your luscious skin," he said before gently biting on my neck.
He ran his tongue up the length of my throat and I shivered, my nipples hardening. He sucked my earlobe in his mouth. "What happened earlier?" he casually asked like he wasn't the least bit concerned about it, rubbing his nose against my ear and breathing all heavy into it. I shivered again.
"I'll… I'll get attached," I said, my hands against the wall.
"Mmm… attached?" he asked as he reached up and took my hair out of the bun before he buried his nose in it and groaned.
I cleared my throat. "Yes, attached. I'll get horribly attached. You're just so… so… Haven't you seen I have attachment issues?"
He pulled away from my neck and cradled my face in his hands and kissed me, sucking my lower lip into his mouth. He just kind of rolled it around, nibbling and sucking gently, making my knees get all weak. "What kind of issues?" he whispered against my lips before his mouth started trailing down my neck again. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes and panted for a moment.
"What?" I finally asked, unable to even remember my name.
His tongue traced the outline of my ear. "You said you had attachment issues?" he said, before kissing down my neck.
I pushed on him and he pulled away enough to look at me, but still kept me pressed against the wall. His eyes… oh those eyes. Closing mine, I leaned my head against the wall and tried to catch my breath.
After a moment, I swallowed hard and looked at him. "Yes, attachment issues I have major attachment issues. Have you not seen how attached I am to my dog and my niece and nephew? I have a fully furnished nursery in my house for children who aren't even my own," I said, my voice getting higher and higher. "My house is even baby-proofed. I have a toy closet for Christ's sake. And don't forget Pearl. I tried to attach myself to a half-dead squirrel lying on the side of the road."
He grinned and dove in for my neck again. I moaned a little. "Earl?" he asked against my ear, breathing his hot breath against it. "How is Earl?"
"It's Pearl. Earl was a girl. She's fine. They're going to release her… sometime." I had called to check on the squirrel and forgot to tell him.
"It's Earl," he said again and I could feel him grinning against my skin, "…although I liked Herman better."
I smiled. "She's Pearl, you idiot."
He chuckled as he made his way across my jawline and kissed the corner of my mouth. "So you think you'll get attached to me?" he asked against my mouth before grabbing my hands and lifting them above my head against the wall, entwining our fingers together. He put his mouth so close to mine, just barely touching, his heated breath washing all over my lips.
"Yes…" I moaned.
He rubbed his body up against mine and I know he could feel my hard nipples because I could feel his hard cock. His lips found mine again, just for a moment, before they trailed down my neck.
"I'll get attached. It'll be ugly. You're so attachable. You reek of attachableness."
He found my ear again, breathing hot and heavy against it. "You didn't seem too attached to your boyfriend."
"I tried to be attached. He had zero attachable qualities yet I stayed with him for two years. This is my mother's fault. She abandoned me. She's the reason I'm like this."
He lowered our hands and cradled my face again, rubbing his thumb against my cheek. "So what will you do if you become 'attached' to me?" he asked, staring into my eyes.
"Terrible things… I'll get clingy, super clingy. I'll want you with me all the time. Like every available minute. Then I'll want you to move in with me. Like right away. Not your place because, well, I want to… burn your house down."
He started laughing.
"Don't laugh. I'm serious."
"I know. But you're so cute right now."
"No, I'm not. Now listen, I have more to say."
He kept smiling. "I'm listening," he said, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip and staring at my lips. He was totally not listening.
"I'll drop the L word," I said, and that got his attention. His thumb froze and his eyes were all on mine now. And they were intense. "I felt it, that L thing, earlier. I've never felt it before and I… I freaked out and I am still freaked out and I don't know what to do with it.
"And I just know I'll start thinking really awful things like the M word and the B word – I do have a nursery upstairs all ready to go. And then when you get sick of me smothering you to death and you dump me, my heart will break completely and I'll probably stalk you. I never knew I was a voyeur until you moved in so I probably have crazy stalker tendencies inside of me lying dormant caused by my bitch of a mother and your super hotness."
A smug little smile crept up on his lips. "So you want to drop the L word?"
"Yes. Did you not hear what I said?"
"When? When would you drop it?"
"I don't know. All I know is that I'd do it way too early and at some completely inappropriate moment like now and scare you away."
He grinned from ear-to-ear.
"Why are you smiling? You should be running for the hills."
He chuckled. "You are the strangest, most incredibly beautiful woman I've ever me. And you're crazy."
"I've been trying to tell you that."
He chuckled and kissed my lips softly. "But see, there are some things you don't know about me."
"I also have attachment issues."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
He smashed his lips against mine and kissed me hard. "Now shut up and let me talk."
I nodded and shut up.
"I find you to be extremely attachable," he said before kissing me softly. I loved hearing him say that. So I moaned a little. "And when I get attached to someone? I also like spending every minute with them..." he said before moving his lips next to my ear, "…preferably in bed."
My mouth dropped open and I started panting. And, oh yeah, I moaned again.
He hummed against my skin. "And don't think you can scare me off with the L word. When I feel the L word for someone, which is rare, I love saying it, over and over again."
I just let out this long "mmmmmmm" sound.
He kissed my collarbones and the little hollow in my neck then trailed his mouth back up to my ear. "And the M and B words?" he whispered.
I nodded, still breathing heavily.
"I've thought of those words… with you."
I melted and Edward had to hold me up against the wall. He kept me there, his willing prisoner, and we kept our lips on each other's until my growling stomach interrupted us. We had skipped dinner earlier because of the unexpected babysitting job. So digging through my fridge, we sat down and ate leftovers, grinning and smiling at each other the entire time.
Afterwards, we ended up on the couch and made-out for I don't know how long. He never went for my braless tits, which surprised me. But he did look at them, a lot... and made sure to rub his chest against them, a lot. So I guess he did get to feel them.
I touched and kissed every inch of his face and neck and judging from the groans and grunts that came from him, I think he liked it as much as I did. My favorite spot were his collarbones that peeked out from his V-neck. I loved the little wiry hairs he had scattered there. It drove me crazy.
I'm not sure when but eventually I fell asleep… only to wake up with a start. I jerked all over and my heart pounded like crazy. I opened my eyes and found myself wrapped up in Edward's arms and thought I was still dreaming. We were facing each other with his back against the couch and my head resting on his shoulder. His mouth hung open a little and he was making this cute little wheezing sound. I watched him for the longest time. Reaching up, I gently touched his face.
Taking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and began to think about what had woken me up. I had another nightmare. Something about Edward and I standing at the altar, and Emmett ran Edward over with The Cooter Intruder and his white feet were sticking out from underneath the truck, and Rose jumped out of the truck in a white wedding dress shouting at me that it was her time to get married, not mine.
It was bad, but I knew why I'd had that dream. I needed to eat crow and call my BFF and have a little conversation. Because even though I'd practically proposed to Edward and said I wanted to have his babies, I still somehow felt justified that our situations were different. I'd known Edward longer. Of course not that much longer, but still longer. And Edward was beautiful and smart and perfect and Emmett… well, the man had issues.
So I said a quick prayer, begging God to keep the nightmares away and kissed Edward softly on his perfect lips before snuggling close. He groaned a little and shifted, his arms tightening around me as he threw his leg up over top of both of my legs. I smiled and giggled a little because the man had me completely squashed.
And it wasn't long before I fell asleep again and I had another dream. But this time I dreamed Edward and I had sex in a tree house.
And it was good. It was all good.