There was snow everywhere, but Bella was wearing sunglasses. They weren't hers, either, these were the wider framed glasses that would belong to a man. She had taken them from beside the bed where Edward had folded them the other day - he had pretended to sleep and even though Bella's body no longer required rest she still gave in to the human ( Read more... )

She'd tempted him into bed once again and Edward was glad for them to be happy--he'd hated being without her and hated knowing the werewolf had her. He stamped down the jealously and rolled her beneath him, hands playing at her clothes.

"Love, I'm sorry."

He'd been hunting for hours and fed several times but Edward still had only the tiniest shred of control. Bella represented control and chaos, wrapped in one all too lovely and fragile package. He wanted her; it had been an undeniable fact in his life since he'd first seen her in Banner's biology class so long ago ( Read more... )

Edward lifted Bella on his shoulders to go back to the hotel, hands wrapped delicately around her small ankles. Once he got to the room, he knelt to let her down.

"Are you going to reveal your evil plans now, Bella?"

Edward came back late, having fed on two deer that happened to cross his path in the woods. He'd cleaned up and headed back, taking the longest route possible, and lingered outside his room on the sixth floor before coming back in. Her smell was all over everything and he felt his eyes nearly go black before he regained his control over the ( Read more... )

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