“There’s more?” His eyebrows lifted, his guffawing pausing for a moment so I could continue my story.

            “Well, yes. I actually,” I gulped. This was hard to admit even to myself, let alone Edward, “I enjoyed, so I went to another one. That’s why I called late.”

            “And what is this other class?”

            “Pole dancing.” His eyebrows shot up, and he picked me up in shock.

            “What?!” I tried to regain my balance, but ended up hitting my elbow against the porch railing.

            “Damn! Bella, are you alright?” He gripped my elbow and inspected it, only to find a large bruise forming. As well as bruises all the way up my arm and calloused hands. “What’s all this?”

            I rushed to explain before he could overreact. “It’s a lot harder than most people think. And I think I came late in the class because there were all this complicated moves, and I had to climb the pole, and I felt like I was in gym class so I kept falling. And as you know, my luck never seems to hold out, so I always fell on my back and-“

            Edward cut me off with a light kiss on my lips, the corner of his mouth turned up into my favorite crooked smile. Suddenly, the kiss took an aggressive turn. Pulling me closer to him, I was pushed against every part of his stone body. My hands twisted up into his hair, gripping him, trying to keep him from getting away.

            With a gulp of air, he ripped his mouth away from mine,

            “My crazy, adventurous Bella.” He whispered to me hoarsely. If this was how he acted every time I was running late, maybe I would have to frighten him more often.

            As if reading my mind he looked down at me sharply. “You are never allowed to scare me like that again.”

            “Yes, Dad.”

            “God forbid.” He pulled me down again, sucking me into the wonderful abyss that was Edward. My thoughts and body revolved around him. There was nothing in the world I would rather do than stay in his arms forever.