“Do you like it?”

“I love it.” I whispered.

“Good.” He smiled.

I stared at him admiringly as he swept me onto the bench seat beside him. His eyes never broke our gaze as his fingers traveled effortlessly over the ivory keys. My lullaby fused with other soft melodies and hung in the air like stars.

Long after the song was finished the music still played on in my head.

“I’ll teach you how to play, if you want.” He promised. “We have forever, now.”

“I would really like that.” I agreed.

He wrapped his arms firmly around me and weaved his fingers through mine. A short time later he spoke again.

“You have blood on your sleeve.”

“Oh,” I blinked, “I guess I do.”

I rose from the piano bench and crossed the room to the closet. I stripped the shirt off as I went and discarded it mindlessly in the clothes hamper than had been already set outside of the closet.

I began to reach for a new shirt, but my efforts came to a welcomed halt as Edward appeared behind me and linked his hands securely around my waist, pulling me into him. I leaned my neck to the side as he began leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my jaw and to my collarbone.

“Bella,” He breathed my name onto my neck.

“mmmmmm” I responded as I twisted in his arms to face him.

“Are you happy?” He whispered between kisses.

“More than you know.”

He lifted one hand from my lower back and used it to securely fasten his mouth to my own. He lifted me with his other arm and cradled me against him as he walked over to the large cushion-bed in the middle of our room. Breaking the kiss for only one second, he lay me on the bed with a very humane gentility. Immediately, he leaned over me and resumed kissing me as my steady hands slid beneath his shirt and up his abdomen. I paused my hands briefly on his chest before removing my lips from his for just enough time to slip the fabric over his head and toss it aside. When the kiss resumed, however, there was an added hunger and desire that sent chills through me. He let his hands slide from my shoulders down to my waist as he managed to unbutton my jeans in one swift movement, I ground my hips against his as I struggled to wiggle out of them. Once my jeans were safely out of the equation, I tested my own talent on the button on his jeans. It resigned its duty without resistance beneath my fingers. Edward impatiently removed them in less than a second.