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    Rush of the Tide

     

    Storm clouds covered the evening sky; a billowing, roaming gray and black blanket that blocked out the garish sun. Alice had predicted the storm long before it came, and in plenty of time to inform me of it. Bella had been so preoccupied with her finals lately that I decided a quick break would be nice. I’ve had lots of spare time to go without studying, seeing as I have already taken English at least fifty times.

    I glance to the sky again, smiling at my sister’s spot-on predictions. Whilst turning the black steering wheel to the left I sneak a peek at my angel. Does she even know how lovely she is? I inhale lightly taking in her floral scent for about the tenth time on this trip. I’m so proud of the progress I have made in being able to stand the aphrodisiac scent her skin lets off. In the past, it took all of my concentration and control to be in the same room as her, now I am able to talk, visit and even touch my goddess.

    Oh, how I long to touch her. Images of stroking my fingers down her graceful neck, entangling them in her velvet hair and caressing her soft skin flood my mind for a moment. This was the constant struggle in my mind when she’s near. As if on cue, she moves her hair and lets out another wave of her scent. I can feel my mouth water and a slow, smoldering fire begin in my bones. How I’ve come to manage this sweet torture, I’ll never know.

    "Edward, where exactly are we going? The storm is getting worse." She asks looking out the window. I smile and place my hand on the back of her neck, enjoying the warmth emanating from her skin, "We are here now." Bella looks out again and smiles at the large coast line, "This isn’t Phoenix, but I like it already." A wave of relief hits me as I wasn’t sure if she would enjoy the cold sand. We get out and she runs out onto the sand, taking off her shoes before turning and smiling at me, "It’s beautiful Edward! Look at the ocean!"

    Truthfully, I hadn’t noticed anything other than her smile. How could something so perfect be with me? I follow her slowly onto the wet sand, watching as she walked around exploring until her foot caught on a piece of drift wood. She started to fall, but I was there before she got anywhere near the ground. Bella stayed in my arms for a moment, looking up at me in wonder. A wonderful shade of pink graced her cheeks and I stroked my finger down her angel like face.

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