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    Ever After

     

    “What did you learn today in class Bella?” I was snuggled close to Edward, smelling his sweet scent. We had snuck up to my room and my bed, seemingly without Charlie’s notice. The Mariners came was turned to high, and his gaze had barely left the television when we entered the house. For a man who could sound so anxious over the phone, he didn’t seem to worry now.

                Edward’s nimble fingers climbed up my thighs, causing me to overheat. He had us between the sheets; he was worried that the close proximity would cause me to catch a chill. I had scoffed at him, anytime I was close to him my blood pressure spiked and my body temperature raised to the hundreds. At least, that was how it felt.

                His hands stilled as the creaky step let out its groan of protest. It only let out that kind of scream when Charlie climbed the stairs.

                “What are you going to do?” I tuned to stare at Edward with wide eyes. Unconcerned, he smirked back at me.

                “Do you mind hiding me? I would prefer to have all my limbs intact for the wedding.” I looked around, the contents of my closet were spilled out onto the floor, making it impossible for Edward to retreat to his favorite hiding spot. My bed was too low to the ground and the rocking chair didn’t leave anything to the imagination. The only item with any us was the cover that currently covered us.

                Edward chuckled as he saw the recognition spark in my eyes. I glared at him as I shoved his head on under the blanket. Raising my knees, I created a tent that would hide his shape only from Charlie’s unassuming eyes.

                “Edward?”

                “Yes?” His icy breathe sent shivers down my spine.

                “Are your cold?” His voice was muffled, but I could always detect the anxiety. I rolled my eyes, even though he could see me. To get my point across I gave him a little shove with my foot.

                “And you’re the smart vampire?” I expected to hear Edward’s laughter, but caught instead the sound of the doorknob turning. Charlie had arrived.

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