A sharp nudge on my right shoulder jolted me awake.

I was in biology, watching a movie. It was awfully boring, and I guess I fell asleep.

Edward pushed a small, square paper in front of me.

Stay awake, Bella.

The second I finished reading, Edward pulled the paper away. I turned my head a bit and watched him gently scratch the paper with his pen. When he was done, he looked it over and slid it back to me.

Would you like to go to the movies after this?

What will we see?

He took a while to finish writing, and when he did, a mischievous grin flashed across his face while he passed it back to me.

Whatever you want, though I wasn’t necessarily thinking we would watch the movie.

What will we do, then?

He tucked the paper away and I stared, waiting for him to respond, until the bell startled me and I fell backward. Of course, Edward managed to put his arms under me to cushion the fall. Chuckling, he helped me up, grabbed our books, and walked me to the car where he promptly took off driving to the theatre. The entire drive, we were silent, and he never stopped smiling. It was slightly irritating.

We walked into a nearly empty theatre and Edward sat down in the back row. He pulled me on to his lap and we waited for the previews to end.

As the movie finally started, my entire focus was turned to Edward’s hands rubbing circles on my stomach and right thigh as his cool breath tickled my neck.

I turned my face to look at him and he chuckled, sending vibrations through me.

“Enjoying the movie?”

I nodded my head in response. My voice could not be trusted as I was completely dazed by all Edward was doing.

Turning back to face the screen, I felt him bury his head into my neck. At the same time, both his hands moved toward my center. My legs parted in response and I blushed, realizing what I did.

Sharp teeth rubbed themselves against the base of my neck and I froze.

Here? Now? He was going to change me?

His teeth continued to rub against my neck, tickling me – but I was thinking too hard to move. Nothing else registered until cool fingers began to tug at the rim of my jeans.