Here is the last chapter. Sorry for the delay.
In typical Alice style, the party was scheduled to be an all day event. Even though the weather had turned cooler, she had borrowed patio heaters and a marquee and was still planning on having part of it outside. Edward and I offered to come early to help, but it seemed that between her and Leah they had drummed up enough assistance already.
When Edward and I arrived just after two, there was already a lot of people there. Being greeted as a couple felt good, and I couldn't help but think how different it was to the last time Alice had a party. I had a feeling I'd be drawing parallels to that all day. We'd come so far.
Leah was the first to greet us and I almost didn't recognise her. She was sporting a wide smile and was positively bouncing on her feet as she ushered us inside. She hugged me exuberantly which made Edward's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he mouthed, "What the hell?" from behind her. He was joking, of course, but it really was a drastic transformation in her demeanour.
"So are you settling in okay?" I asked, pulling back a little and trying to hide my chuckle at Edward's animated expression.
"I wish I'd done it years ago." Astonishingly, her smile grew even wider. "I haven't felt this free in years. I feel like a completely different person."
"I can see that." I nodded, looking her over. "You look fantastic."
I wondered how the whole moving out thing had gone. How had Paul had taken it? Was it ugly? But since she seemed so happy, I didn't want to be the party pooper and ask her such things. Still beaming, she asked us what we'd like to drink and then skipped off to get it as soon as Edward replied.
"Wow!" Edward exclaimed, looping his arm around my waist. "I don't think I've ever seen that girl smile."
"I don't think she's had anything to smile about in a long time," I replied. "I'm so happy for her. She has been so brave in turning her life around."
After Leah gave us our drinks, we ventured out into the garden. The sun was high in the sky and the temperature was still pleasant despite the presence of threatening clouds in the sky. I was surprised to see Esme and Carlisle sitting at the patio table, but Edward quickly steered us over.
"Bella," Esme greeted with a smile. "It's nice to see you again."
"You too," I replied, taking a seat beside her. Edward sat down beside me and clasped his hand around mine. I saw Esme glance down at our hands with a hint of a smile.
"Did you enjoy your trip to the cabin last weekend?" she enquired.
"Very much," I answered, but when Edward squeezed my hand, a furious blush crept over my face. I could barely look at Esme as the memories of that wonderful weekend assailed me. I felt certain that the colour of my face was revealing something of the nature of our time spent there.
"We should all go up for a weekend before the weather turns," Carlisle suggested. "It's been too long since you and I were up there Esme." He turned to me. "The isolation is something else isn't it?"
I nodded, cringing inwardly as I felt the blush flame my cheeks again. Edward chuckled slightly behind me and it took considerable restraint not to kick him beneath the table.
"The area is very beautiful," I choked out.
We discussed the merits of Taylor Creek for a while as the garden began to fill up. Jacob arrived and came over to say hello before rejoining the four men he'd brought with him. Edward informed me two of them were friends of Jacob's from the reservation he grew up on, and the other two were Leah's brothers.
Edward and Carlisle became engrossed in a conversation about his impending Internship and since Esme seemed content to listen, I decided to go look for Alice.
I could see her in the kitchen preparing food with Leah, but as I made my way forward, I spotted Jacob sitting alone in the dining room.
"You hiding from someone?" I asked, leaning on the door frame.
His head whipped up and I noticed his eyes looked troubled before a wide grin spread across his face. "No, not at all," he said. "I'm just...um―" his shoulders sagged and the grin faded. "Okay, you caught me."
I sat down beside him. "Is something wrong?"
"No." He swiped his hand across the back of his neck, and I couldn't help but smile at the small blush that coloured his dark skin. "I'm just a little worried about..." His blush deepened as his voice trailed off. After a short pause he began again. "Leah, asked me to stay over tonight." He blurted the sentence like a child admitting to some misdemeanour.
"Oh!" My eyebrows shot up. "Well, um, isn't that a good thing?"
"Yeah, but I'm just worried that maybe we're moving too fast. She only just got out of a bad marriage and now she's jumping into a relationship with me."
I touched his arm. "Jacob, you two have been dancing around each other for years, and her marriage has been over for a long time." I looked over my shoulder and could see Leah still working in the kitchen with Alice. "I don't think you are moving too fast, but it's really not for me to tell you that. You should speak to Leah. Weren't you the one who told me to be honest with Edward and everything would work out?"
He held my gaze as a slow smile crept across his face. "Yeah."
"Yeah," I repeated, smiling back at him. "So maybe you should take your own advice."
His smile faltered. "I just don't want to fuck it up. She's been through so much shit already."
"Talk to her," I advised, touching his arm.
"We've talked every night since she moved in, but we've never really discussed us," he admitted.
"Did she have a tough time moving out?" I asked, feeling that perhaps it would help to draw him on the subject.
"She claims it wasn't as bad as she'd thought. But she admitted that he was angry and they had a massive row about it ― she won't tell me what he said―but I can imagine he wouldn't have pulled his punches." He sighed. "I felt like a coward staying away."
"It would have only made things worse for her if you were there."
"I know, but I still feel bad. I just wanted to support her."
"You can do that now," I said. "You're together now, you can be anything she needs you to be."
"What are you two whispering about?"
I stood up when I heard Leah's voice and shot Jacob a pointed look before leaving them to it.
As I was leaving, Alice was making her way into the room, but I shook my head discretely and closed the door behind me. Her eyebrow quirked in question.
"Jacob is talking to Leah. Do you think you could give them a few minutes?"
She nodded knowingly. We'd only just reached the kitchen when the two of them emerged from the dining room and headed upstairs.
"I guess they're going somewhere more private to talk," I mused as I watched them.
Alice giggled behind me. "Hmm, I think they might have more than talking in mind."
"In the middle of a party?" I gasped.
Alice shot me a knowing look which told me she didn't disapprove. I turned back to see Jacob and Leah disappear upstairs arm in arm.
I spent the next couple of hours enjoying the food and wine and talking with Esme and Alice. When it got too cold to sit outside, everyone moved into the house. The music was a lot louder and the atmosphere quickly became a little more raucous. Spotting that Esme and Carlisle were preparing to leave. Alice came over.
"Are you leaving already?" she shouted over the loud music.
"I think we should," Esme replied. "If we stay any longer we'll cramp your style."
"But I haven't told you my news yet."
I'd forgotten that she'd said she had something to tell us, and I looked at Edward for any sign that he knew what it might be. He looked as clueless as I did. Alice led us into the utility room beyond the kitchen where it was quieter.
A broad smile lit up her face when she turned to face us. "This is actually not just a welcome party for Leah… it's also a leaving party for me."
The first gasp was Esme's.
"I'm going to Europe!" Alice squealed clapping her hands. It was the most excited I'd ever seen her.
When Esme's face fell, Carlisle slid his hand around her shoulder. "But that's so far away," Esme said. "We'll hardly see you."
Alice pulled her mother into her arms, hugging her fiercely. "I'm not moving there permanently, Mom," she chided softly. "I'm going to stay with Angela for a month, and then we're going to tour Europe together for four months." She sighed happily, still clinging to her shell-shocked mother. "I don't know why I didn't do this years ago."
"But what about your job?" It was Carlisle who spoke this time, and I could see Alice's enthusiasm wane under her parent's lukewarm reaction.
"I've taken a six month career break," she explained. "I could have taken a year, but I figured if I took that long I might not want to go back."
"You might not want to come back at all!" Esme whined.
"Mom, can't you just be happy for me? I've had a rough time lately and I just want to get away from it all for a while, recharge the batteries, and then I'll be back." She paused, glancing at Edward and me. "And then I can move on."
That glance conveyed a thousand words to me. I would be sad to see her go but deep down I knew that she needed to get away from here to gain perspective in her life.
Esme wrapped her arms around her and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm being selfish," she apologised. "It's just that I'll just miss you. I can't imagine not seeing you every day." Tears glistened in her eyes.
Alice's eyes shimmered too. "I'll call you every day, and I'll email you every night, and I'll send you photos of everything I do, and everyone I meet, it'll be like you're there with me." Her voice cracked as she rhymed off everything she would do to stave off miles.
"When do you leave?" I asked.
Esme gasped again but this time she bit her tongue and remained silent. Carlisle hit her with a barrage of questions about her travel arrangements, and what plans she had put in place regarding the house and her affairs here. He expressed fatherly concern about the adequacy of her travel insurance and how she was planning on travelling around Europe. Edward and I stood and watched in amusement as Alice fielded every one of his questions expertly. It was clear she was her father's daughter and had thought of everything.
After Carlisle and Esme left, Edward and I re-joined the party. We discovered that in the time that we'd been away, Emmett and Rosalie had arrived with Lauren in tow. As soon as we entered the lounge they made their way towards us. If I was a bird my feathers would have ruffled at the way Lauren's eyes never left Edward. I felt him squeeze my hand reassuringly, but I couldn't help the hint of insecurity that crept up my spine.
"Aw! Look at you two all loved up and shit!" Emmett laughed loudly, clapping us both on the back so forcefully he almost winded me.
"Leave them alone," Rosalie chastised, swiping his arm.
Lauren's hello was uncharacteristically quiet, and Edward and I exchanged surprised glances as she followed Emmett and Rosalie to the kitchen.
By evening the party was in full swing. I was people watching, resting my back against Edward's chest and enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped loosely around me.
He rested his chin on my shoulder. "Do you wanna dance?" he asked, pressing a light kiss just below my ear.
A shiver rippled across my skin as I let out a small sigh.
As Edward chuckled at my reaction, I couldn't fail to notice that we were still being watched by Lauren. Perhaps unkindly, I was a little glad of it. It felt nice to be seen with Edward even by her malicious eyes.
"I'm happy where I am," I whispered to him as he tightened his grip and pulled me back a little closer to him. But when his hands pressed on my belly, I was hit with the sudden need to pee. "Actually, I think I need to go to the bathroom," I said, reluctantly extricating myself from his embrace.
He grumbled a little as he let me go, pressing another kiss to my neck. Making my way through the dancers, I smiled as I passed Jacob and Leah and noticed they were completely engrossed in one another while they danced. I spotted Alice standing with Emmett and Rosalie and was even a little pleased to see that Leah's brothers had made a bee line for Lauren. She was loving the attention, even though her eyes kept flicking in Edward's direction. Edward winked at me as I stole a glance at him before hurrying up the stairs.
I smiled at myself in the bathroom mirror as I washed my hands. The alcohol was buzzing through my system and I felt just a little woozy, but it was a comfortable woozy. I opened the door to leave and jumped in fright when I saw Edward looming there.
"You know," I said when I'd regained some of my equilibrium. "It's getting to the stage that every time I open a bathroom door, I expect to see you lurking there."
"I missed you," he said, taking my hand and pulling me hard against his chest.
His urgency surprised me, but as soon as his tongue swept along my bottom lip, I lit up with arousal and opened my mouth to it. With gentle pressure he pulled me out into the hallway, kissing me all the while. .
"What are you doing?" I gasped, noticing that he had opened another door and was insistently pulling me inside.
He didn't reply as he closed the door behind us enveloping us in complete darkness.
His lips were right by my ear as I heard the soft click of the lock. "What I wanted to do at the last party," he murmured.
It took a moment for his words to sink in.
"Edward!" I gasped. "We can't."
His arms snaked around me, pulling me closer and I could already feel his erection before I was flush against it. "Relax, this is the spare room, nobody will try to get in."
His hands roamed beneath my shirt as he peppered my neck with open-mouthed kisses. "I want you baby," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "Right here. Right now."
I moaned as his hand cupped my breast and he pressed himself against me a little harder. I couldn't deny him, I wanted this just as much as he did. I gasped when he released me suddenly and moved away leaving me cold and vulnerable in the dark. I listened intently, hearing him move slowly across the room before a lamp came on and I saw him leaning over it beside the bed. The light was soft and welcome as I moved towards him.
He was insatiable and had me naked in seconds. I scooted across the bed as I watched him remove his own clothes, and managed to squash down the pang of guilt that we were doing this in Alice's house in the middle of her party. Strangely, the voices and music drifting up from downstairs made it all the more exciting.
At last he was looming over me, eyes shining as he took my hand. "When I'm at the hospital will you miss me?" he whispered, placing my hand on my abdomen and flattening my fingers across my skin.
"Yes." I nodded. "I'll be lonely every night you're away."
He slid my hand lower.
"Will you think of me?"
Under his guidance I felt my fingertips sweep over the strip of hair between my thighs. He pressed firmly guiding me lower, making me moan when I realised what he was doing.
"Will you touch yourself?" he continued.
He pushed my finger into the wetness. "Yes," I whimpered as he pressed my finger onto my clit.
"What will you think about?" His other hand cupped my chin, tilting it up until I met his gaze.
His warm lips covered mine and his tongue slid into my mouth. I moaned appreciatively, but he pulled back all too soon.
I gasped on an inward breath when he slowly guided my middle finger inside, "Use your thumb," he whispered, pressing it to my clit. "Now, tell me what else you'll be thinking about."
"The way you nibble my ear and neck."
In complete compliance, his teeth captured my lobe with just the right amount of pressure, as I rubbed myself a little harder. I whimpered when he bit down gently before releasing it and scraping his teeth gently down my neck.
"Keep going," he ordered, licking the spots he'd bitten.
Realising what he wanted I became more vocal. "I'll be thinking about the way you suck my nipples," I managed to whisper.
I felt his smile as he moved lower. "Good girl," he whispered, flicking his tongue violently over my nipple. He closed his lips around it and sucked lightly.
"Hard!" I gasped, and he sucked so hard I thought he might lift me off the bed.
He slid his finger in alongside mine, causing my knees to drop towards the mattress. I fought to stifle my ecstatic moans when he began stroking me with more force and pressed my thumb harder against my aching flesh. He moved to my other nipple as his hand worked mine so hard and fast I could feel my orgasm building.
"Oh yes," I hissed trying hard to keep my voice down.
"Keep going baby," he said, removing his hand and placing it on my hip. "You look so fucking hot. This is what I'll be thinking about when we're apart."
His face was inches from mine but he was looking down, watching me, watching my fingers work. I could feel his breath on my chest. "That's it baby, make yourself come. Let me see you come."
Normally, I would feel self-conscious. But when his eyes flicked up to my face, they were so filled with arousal my arousal heightened. I felt my walls begin to tremble as I bit my lip and moved my thumb and fingers faster. "Oh God," I whimpered, "I'm coming!"
Nothing could've stopped the loud moan that ripped through the room as my hips began to buck through my orgasm. I crested again when his lips covered my nipple and he sucked hard once more. I rode out the last of my orgasm calling his name.
Suddenly, he brushed my hand aside and I felt him push into me while my muscles were still contracting.
"Fuck!" he gasped as he slid all the way in causing my muscles to clench around him.
The feel of him moving inside me so quickly after my orgasm robbed me of all thought. But then his sharp grunts of pleasure brought me back to what had aroused us so much in the first place.
"What will you be thinking?" I asked, intent on turning the tables on him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and slid my fingers into his hair. Taking control, I gripped it and pulled his head up forcing him to look at me. "Will you be thinking about the meadow?"
Briefly his lips curled into an appreciative smile, but then he held my gaze as he pulled his hips back and thrust sharply into me again
My eyes rolled back, but he wasn't going to beat me so easily. Focussing on his eyes again, I met his gaze determinately. "Will you be thinking about how you made me come with your mouth while I sucked your cock?"
"Oh fuck, yes," he groaned as his hips started to piston harder.
My own pleasure was beginning to take over, but I still wanted to take him over the edge. The desire to match him was overwhelming. "Or how you fucked me over the railings at the cabin?" My words were punctuated by his hard thrusts. "You fucked me so hard that day, Edward!" I gasped, losing myself in the moment.
It was so gratifying to watch his eyes roll back in pleasure with every sentence I spoke. "I'll always be thinking about you fucking me," I continued. "I'll remember you making me come with your tongue, how good your cock feels in my mouth…" I could feel him swelling within me, could see the strain on his face. "Give it to me," I demanded, emboldened by all of it. "I want your cum, Edward, Oh God!"
Of their own accord my hips tilted higher and as he pounded deeper my legs gripped his hips hard. Though I didn't come, tears of pleasure filled my eyes when he buried his face in my neck and pounded through his orgasm, muttering my name the whole time. Even through the intensity of this sexual union, I felt his love more than ever. He had freed me of my inhibitions and made me feel secure enough to share self-pleasure with him. And he had let me run with it. As always he'd let me grow into it.
He lay across my chest while our hearts hammered. But at last he pulled up and looked into my eyes. "You are one dirty little girl, Bella Swan." He pecked my lips. "And I fucking love it!"
"You started it," I pointed out. "I just took it and ran with it."
He rolled us over and pulled me down into a deep kiss. "If we were at home, I'd make love to you now," he said, brushing my hair away from my face.
"You just did," I argued.
He winked. "I fucked you… and you know it."
I laughed in agreement, but then his reminder that we weren't at home made me scoot out from under him. "We should get dressed," I said reluctantly.
"Fuck this party, let's go home," he suggested, pulling his jeans on.
I nodded, but then frowned at the bed. "Do you think we should strip the sheets?"
I had lunch with Alice on Tuesday. She was brimming with excitement about her upcoming trip, and I tried to match her enthusiasm. But being a little sad that she was leaving, I failed miserably.
"I'm so glad Leah moved in," she said sipping her iced tea. "It's good to know that someone is looking after the house while I'm gone."
"Did Jacob stay over after the party?" I asked.
She smiled. "He went home to help his dad but then came back afterwards, and he's practically did the same thing every night since."
"I'm happy for them," I mused, intent on revelling in their happiness, but then I noticed Alice's smile falter slightly. I covered her hand with mine. "You'll have a great time in Europe, and we'll all still be here when you get back."
Her eyes were misty with emotion when she nodded in agreement. "I will miss you all but this is something I have to do. I just need to..." Her voice trailed off.
"I know." I smiled. "Are your parents taking you to the airport?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Oh God no!" She laughed. "Mom will be in floods of tears and dad will bombard me with more questions. No, I'll say goodbye to them on Friday night at the house and then I'll get a cab to the airport."
"Edward and I could take you," I offered.
"Thanks Bella." She smiled affectionately at me. "But I'd really rather take a cab. I hate emotional goodbyes at the airport." She paused. "Well, actually I've never experienced one, but I imagine I'd hate it. Don't worry though, I'll pop over on Saturday morning before I leave."
The day before Alice's departure, I was finishing up my shift when Jasper came into the Deli. I couldn't help but be delighted to see him. "What brings you here?" I asked rushing to greet him.
"I was visiting one of my Professors today. I had to pick up a letter from him, so I thought I'd stop by. I went to the apartment first but there was no one home." He looked a little hesitant. "You don't mind do you?"
"Of course I don't," I insisted, pulling on his arm and sitting him down at a table. "I've only got fifteen minutes of my shift let. I'll bring you a coffee, then you can come home with me and I'll make you dinner."
"What about Edward?"
I smiled. "He's out kickboxing with Emmett." Maybe it was a bit heartless pausing after saying that, but I did want to break the ice. Thankfully he smirked and nodded his acknowledgement. "He won't mind you coming for dinner. Thing's have changed."
He gripped my hand in a way which told me he felt my attempt at humour was as lame as it felt. Then he smiled.
"I'll take things as slow as they need to be. I don't want my presence in your life to be a burden… but I don't want not be in it." He looked stricken. "If that even makes sense."
In a strange way it did. But things were so tentative I didn't want to linger on it. Instead, I hurried back to the counter to get his coffee.
"Who's that?" Amy asked, eyeing him appreciatively.
"That's my best friend." I grinned, feeling it for the first time in a long time.
"What is it with you and hot guys?" She laughed.
An hour later Jasper and I were sitting at the table in the apartment eating pasta.
"What was the letter about?" I asked, sipping my wine. He looked up quizzically. "The one you got from your professor," I elaborated.
"Oh that?" he said. "Well, that's part of the reason why I came to see you. I've reapplied to NYU and he's been helping me out with my application and references and stuff. The letter is just a formality, I've more or less secured my place."
I dropped my fork. "First Alice and now you. Is everybody leaving?"
"Don't be like that, Bella," he said, frowning. "I need the change. I appreciate you and Edward giving me a second chance, but it's not like you'll never see me again." He paused. "I just want to build a life for me. Away from all the pain I've caused here. Can you understand that?"
"I can, but I feel like I've just got you back."
He moved around the table and knelt beside my chair. "Bella, I'll still call you all the time. You can come visit me, and I'm only a phone call or a plane ride away."
I sighed in defeat. "I know, but I just worry that Alice won't come back from Europe and you'll stay in New York, and that's not how things were meant to be."
He smiled and cupped my cheek. "Yeah, well we know who ruined the happy ever after don't we."
"Don't say..." I reached out to him but ended up knocking my wine glass over and drenching him in wine. "Shit!" I hissed jumping up. "I'm so sorry. Take that off, I better rinse it before it stains.
"It's okay." He laughed wiping at it with his hand. "This is an old shirt anyway."
"Actually," I said moving towards my old room "I think I still have a couple of your shirts that you left behind. I'll go get you one."
I rummaged the drawers and true enough I found one of his shirts. I was just coming out of the room when the door opened and Edward came in smiling, holding a bottle of wine up.
"I won!" He grinned scooping me into his arms. "Can you believe it, I actually kicked Emmett's ass for once."
I giggled as he pressed his lips to mine "Mmm," he murmured "you taste like wine."
I opened my mouth to talk but his lips covered mine and I melted into his kiss. He brushed his fingers through my hair and angled his head slightly before his tongue slid into my mouth. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to mine, his thumbs massaging my cheekbones.
"D'you wanna take the bottle to bed?" he murmured. "I really want to make love to my girl."
I blushed to the roots of my hair. "Um... Edward," I said pulling away a little. "We're not alone." He looked up and I turned to see Jasper waving awkwardly from the living room. "Jasper's here," I said, unnecessarily.
"Shit!" Edward hissed. But a slow smile crept across his face. "Sorry, man I didn't realise."
"Um.. it's okay," Jasper said, clearly embarrassed. "I should probably go."
"No, don't leave on my account." Edward insisted eyeing the wine stain on Jasper's shirt.
I held up the clean shirt. "I spilled wine on him, luckily he left a couple of shirts behind." I threw the shirt at Jasper and he retreated into the bathroom to change.
Edward turned and pulled me into his arms. "Sorry, baby," he said, pressing his lips to my temple. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"You don't mind that he's here?" I asked and he shook his head. "God, if you'd come in a few minutes later he'd probably be standing shirtless in here."
He kissed my cheek. "Yeah, that might have been awkward, but I meant it when I told you I trust you, Bella. I know how you feel about me and I'm not going to jump to any more conclusions."
"I'm glad to hear it," I said.
Jasper cleared his throat and I slipped out of Edwards grip moving to the table to pick up the plates. "I'll just heat these up in the microwave," I said heading to the kitchen. I made a plate for Edward and we sat together at the table. The conversation was a little stilted at first but then Jasper started talking about New York and it flowed from there.
After the meal Edward gave Jasper a beer before helping me with the dishes. His hands kept sliding across my back as he passed me and he would plant little kisses on my cheek too. Eventually I realised it was taking longer than necessary and shooed him into the front room.
When I finished, Edward was in the bathroom and Jasper was texting on his phone.
"Who are you texting?" I asked Jasper as I settled on the sofa swinging my legs up onto it.
He smiled. "Alice."
My eyes popped open.
"Yeah, we've been talking off and on this past week and texting, too."
"Don't get all excited on me, Bella," he scolded gently. "It's just a couple of texts and a few phone calls between friends, that's all. She's still going to Europe, and I'm still going to New York. Beyond that I have no idea what's going to happen."
"But you still love her?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I do, but right now, I'm not what she needs." We heard the toilet flush and his words became a little more urgent. "You know, I really wish I'd taken the time to see you two together," He inclined his head in the direction of the bathroom. "Now that I've seen the way he is with you, I regret my actions more than ever."
"It's done now," I said shaking my head. "You don't have to keep going over it Jasper, we're fine now."
"I know," he said. "It's just amazing to see how happy you are. To see the way he's so affectionate with you and attentive. I never imagined he'd be like that. I've never been so glad to be so wrong."
Edward came back into the room and sat beside me. He lifted my legs into his lap. "What're we watching?" he asked turning to the TV and rubbing my legs distractedly.
Jasper glanced down at Edwards hands and then smiled knowingly at me. I could see the truth in his eyes; he genuinely was happy for me, but something in my heart clenched. We'd lost something unnecessarily.
"I'm gonna go," he announced, standing up. "I have an early start tomorrow."
I got up and walked him to the door. "You could stay here tonight," I said pausing before opening it. "I mean it's a long drive to... wait, you've been drinking, how are you getting home?"
"I'm actually staying at Emmett's place tonight," he lowered his voice. "Alice asked me to take her to the airport tomorrow and she arranged for me to stay at Emmett's." He brushed his hair away from his face. "I think she just wants to talk a little more before she goes." He reached out and opened the door. "I'll leave my car here and come get it in the morning."
"Alice is coming to say goodbye, in the morning, maybe you could both come for breakfast." I suggested, hope bubbling in my chest.
He kissed my forehead. "Don't start with the matchmaking, Bella." He laughed gently. "Let us find our own way." He smiled down at me. "I'll call you."
Tears filled my eyes. "Every day?
He pulled me into a fierce hug. "I promise."
I closed the door behind him and brushed away my tears. Edward was standing at the end of the hallway watching me I went to him and he wrapped me in his arms.
"Thanks for tonight," I murmured against his chest. "It was nice."
He kissed my forehead. "It was." He sounded a little surprised as if he'd only just realised it.
"I feel like maybe everything's going to be okay," I said, touching his cheek.
He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. "More than okay," he promised.
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