Bella waited for the inevitable, waited for Edward to disappear with a click of her fingers, she watched Esme walk down the corridor and up the stairs to her room, where her devoted husband lay asleep after an exhausted day of work. Bella expected Esme to disappear in a flash of white light, but she didn’t. Instead, she heard the door of their room creak open and then clacks close.

Sighing, Edward took her arm again and led her up the stairs to his room, opening the door and pushing her lightly on the back so she stumbled inside.

He ran a hand across the wall for the switch and light flashed on, temporarily blinding them both.

“Take me home, Edward. Please.” She added as an afterthought.

Edward closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He slumped onto the bed, dragging Bella with him so she was lying on top of him, struggling wildly in his arm lock.

“Let me go, you bastard!” she hissed, digging her nails into his shoulders and pushing at him.

Edward chuckled and rolled over so she was pinned under him, his breath hot on her neck. His finger wasn’t bleeding any more and Bella hadn’t done any damage, only a scratch if he had to be honest.

He opened her leather jacket, throwing it on the floor and kissed her collarbone, feeling her shiver slightly beneath him. He proceeded to kiss her neck and run the tip of his nose along her jaw.

Bella shivered lightly and lay absolutely still under his body, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, turning her head away from him, away from those penetrating green eyes.

“I love you, Bella. All these years, I haven’t lived peacefully for one day. Wherever I went, whatever I did, reminded me of you. I love you Bella, and I had been stupid not to have understood it before that stupid mistake.” He whispered, finally trapping her lips with his.

“Why hadn’t you said anything to me that day I asked? I hated you Edward, for what you did, and I still do. No matter how much you kiss me, I still hate you.” She growled when he pulled away.

“A little sincerity is a dangerous thing and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal” was all he whispered before kissing her again, and this time, she didn’t pull away as soon as she could.