*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 15 - THE CULLENS
The muted light of yet another cloudy ngày eventually woke me. I lay with my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into my consciousness. I moaned and rolled on my side, hoping thêm sleep would come. And then the trước đó ngày flooded back into my awareness.
"Oh!" I sat up so fast it made my head spin.
"Your hair looks like a haystack... but I like it." His unruffled voice came from the rocking chair in the corner.
"Edward! bạn stayed!" I rejoiced and thoughtlessly threw myself across the room and into his lap. In the instant that my thoughts caught up with my actions, I froze, shocked bởi my own uncontrolled enthusiasm. I stared up at him, afraid that I had crossed the wrong line.
But he laughed.
"Of course," he answered, startled, but seeming pleased bởi my reaction. His hands rubbed my back.
I laid my head cautiously against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his skin.
"I was sure it was a dream."
"You're not that creative," he scoffed.
"Charlie!" I remembered, thoughtlessly jumping up again and heading to the door.
"He left an giờ cách đây - after reattaching your battery cables, I night add. I have to admit I was disappointed. Is that really all it would take to stop you, if bạn were determined to go?"
I deliberated where I stood, wanting to return to him badly, but afraid I might have morning breath.
"You're not usually this confused in the morning," he noted. He held his arms open for me to return. A nearly irresistable invitation.
"I need another human minute," I admitted.
"I'll wait."
I skipped to the bathroom, my emotions unrecognizable. I didn't know myself, inside hoặc out. The face in the mirror was practically a stranger - eyes too bright, hectic spots of red across my cheekbones. After I brushed my teeth, I worked to straighten out the Công chúa tóc mây chaos that was my hair. I splashed my face with cold water, and tried to breath normally, with no noticeable success. I half-ran back to my room.
It seemed like a miracle that he was there, his arms still waiting for me. He reached out to me, and my tim, trái tim thumped unsteadily.
"Welcome back," he murmured, taking my into his arms.
He rocked me for a while in silence, until I noticed that his clothes were changed, his hair smooth.
"You left?" I accused, touching the cổ áo of his fresh shirt.
"I could hardly leave in the clothes I came in - what would the neighbors think?"
I pouted.
"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed. "The talking came earlier."
I groaed. "What did bạn hear?"
His golden eyes grew very soft. "You đã đưa ý kiến bạn loved me."
"You knew that already," I reminded him, ducking my head.
"It was nice to hear, just the same."
I hid my face against his shoulder.
"I tình yêu you," I whispered.
"You are my life now," he answered simply.
There was nothing thêm to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.
"Breakfast time," he đã đưa ý kiến eventually, casually - to prove, I'm sure, that he remembered all my human frailties.
So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face.
"Kidding!" I snickered. "And bạn đã đưa ý kiến I couldn't act."
He frowned in disgust. "That wasn't funny."
"It was very funny, and bạn know it." But I examined his golden eyes carefully, to make sure that I was forgiven. Apparently, I was.
"Shall I rephrase?" he asked. "Breakfast time for the human."
"Oh, okay."
He threw me over his stone shoulder, gently, but with a swiftness that left me breathless. I protested as he carried me easily down the stairs, but he ignored me. He sat me right side up on a chair.
The phòng bếp, nhà bếp was bright, happy, seeming to absorb my mood.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked pleasantly.
That threw him for a minute.
"Er, I'm not sure. What would bạn like?" His marble brow puckered.
I grinned, hopping up
"That's right, I fend for myself pretty well. Watch me hunt."
I found a bowl and a box of cereal. I could feel his eyes on me as I poured the sữa and grabbed a spoon. I sat my thực phẩm on the table, and then paused.
"Can I get bạn anything?" I asked, not wanting to be rude.
He rolled his eyes. "Just eat, Bella."
I sat at the table, watching him as I took a bite. He was gazing at me, studying my every movement. It made me self-conscious. I cleared my throat to speak, to distract him.
"What's on the agenda for today?" I asked.
"Hmmm..." I watched him frame his answer carefully. "What would bạn say to meeting my family?"
I gulped.
"Are bạn afraid now?" He sounded hopeful.
"Yes," I admitted; how could I deny it - he could see my eyes.
"Don't worry." He smirked. "I'll protect you."
"I'm not afraid of them," I explained. "I'm afraid they won't... like me. Won't they be, well, surprised that bạn would bring someone... like me... trang chủ to meet them? So they know that I know about them?"
"Oh, they already know everything. They'd taken bets yesterday, bạn know" - he smiled, but his voice was harsh - "on whether I'd bring bạn back, though why anyone would bet against Alice, I can't imagine. At any rate, we don't have secrets in the family. It's not really feasible, what with my mind đọc and Alice seeing the future and all that."
"And Jasper making bạn feel all warm and fuzzy about spilling your guts, don't forget that."
"You paid attention," he smiled approvingly.
"I've been known to do that every now and then," I grimaced. "So did Alice see me coming?"
His reaction was strange. "Something like that," he đã đưa ý kiến uncomfortably, turning away so I couldn't see his eyes. I stared at him curiously.
"Is that any good?" he asked, turning back to me abruptly and eyeing my breakfast with a teasing look on his face. "Honestly, it doesn'y look very appetizing."
"Well, it's no irritable grizzly...," I murmured, ignoring him when he glowered. I was still wondering why he responded that way when I mentioned Alice. I hurried through my cereal, speculating.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, the statue of Adonis again, staring abstractedly out the back windows.
Then his eyes were back on me, and he smiled his heartbreaking smile.
"And bạn should introduce me to bạn father, too, I think."
"He already knows you," I reminded him.
"As your boyfriend, I mean."
I stared at him with suspicion. "Why?"
"Isn't that customary?" he asked innocently.
"I don't know," I admitted. My dating history gave me a few reference points to work with. Not that any normal rules of dating applied here. "That's not necessary, bạn know. I don't expect bạn to... I mean, bạn don't have to pretend for me."
His smile was impatient. "I'm not preending."
I pushed the remains of my cereal around the edges of the bowl, biting my lip.
"Are bạn going to tell Charlie I'm your boyfriend hoặc not?" he demanded.
"Is that what bạn are?" I supposed my internal cringing at the thought of Edward and Charlie and the word boyfriend all in the same room at the same time.
"It's a loose interpretation on the word 'boy', I'll admit."
"I was under the impression that bạn were something more, actually," I confessed, looking at the table.
"Well, I don't know if we need to give him all the gory details." H reached across the bàn to lift my chin with a cold, gentle finger. "But he will need some explanation for why I'm around here so much. I don't want Chief thiên nga getting a restraining order put on me."
"Will bạn be?" I asked, suddenly anxious. "Will bạn really be here?"
"As long as bạn want me," he assured me.
"I'll always want you," I warned him. "Forever."
He walked slowly around the table, and, pausing a few feet away, he reached out to touch his fingertips to my cheek. His expression was unfathomable.
"Does that make bạn sad?" I asked.
He didn't answer. He stared into my eyes for an immeasurable period of time.
"Are bạn finished?" he finally asked.
I jumped up. "Yes."
"Get dressed - I'll wait here."
TWILIGHT - chapter 15 - THE CULLENS
The muted light of yet another cloudy ngày eventually woke me. I lay with my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into my consciousness. I moaned and rolled on my side, hoping thêm sleep would come. And then the trước đó ngày flooded back into my awareness.
"Oh!" I sat up so fast it made my head spin.
"Your hair looks like a haystack... but I like it." His unruffled voice came from the rocking chair in the corner.
"Edward! bạn stayed!" I rejoiced and thoughtlessly threw myself across the room and into his lap. In the instant that my thoughts caught up with my actions, I froze, shocked bởi my own uncontrolled enthusiasm. I stared up at him, afraid that I had crossed the wrong line.
But he laughed.
"Of course," he answered, startled, but seeming pleased bởi my reaction. His hands rubbed my back.
I laid my head cautiously against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his skin.
"I was sure it was a dream."
"You're not that creative," he scoffed.
"Charlie!" I remembered, thoughtlessly jumping up again and heading to the door.
"He left an giờ cách đây - after reattaching your battery cables, I night add. I have to admit I was disappointed. Is that really all it would take to stop you, if bạn were determined to go?"
I deliberated where I stood, wanting to return to him badly, but afraid I might have morning breath.
"You're not usually this confused in the morning," he noted. He held his arms open for me to return. A nearly irresistable invitation.
"I need another human minute," I admitted.
"I'll wait."
I skipped to the bathroom, my emotions unrecognizable. I didn't know myself, inside hoặc out. The face in the mirror was practically a stranger - eyes too bright, hectic spots of red across my cheekbones. After I brushed my teeth, I worked to straighten out the Công chúa tóc mây chaos that was my hair. I splashed my face with cold water, and tried to breath normally, with no noticeable success. I half-ran back to my room.
It seemed like a miracle that he was there, his arms still waiting for me. He reached out to me, and my tim, trái tim thumped unsteadily.
"Welcome back," he murmured, taking my into his arms.
He rocked me for a while in silence, until I noticed that his clothes were changed, his hair smooth.
"You left?" I accused, touching the cổ áo of his fresh shirt.
"I could hardly leave in the clothes I came in - what would the neighbors think?"
I pouted.
"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed. "The talking came earlier."
I groaed. "What did bạn hear?"
His golden eyes grew very soft. "You đã đưa ý kiến bạn loved me."
"You knew that already," I reminded him, ducking my head.
"It was nice to hear, just the same."
I hid my face against his shoulder.
"I tình yêu you," I whispered.
"You are my life now," he answered simply.
There was nothing thêm to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.
"Breakfast time," he đã đưa ý kiến eventually, casually - to prove, I'm sure, that he remembered all my human frailties.
So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face.
"Kidding!" I snickered. "And bạn đã đưa ý kiến I couldn't act."
He frowned in disgust. "That wasn't funny."
"It was very funny, and bạn know it." But I examined his golden eyes carefully, to make sure that I was forgiven. Apparently, I was.
"Shall I rephrase?" he asked. "Breakfast time for the human."
"Oh, okay."
He threw me over his stone shoulder, gently, but with a swiftness that left me breathless. I protested as he carried me easily down the stairs, but he ignored me. He sat me right side up on a chair.
The phòng bếp, nhà bếp was bright, happy, seeming to absorb my mood.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked pleasantly.
That threw him for a minute.
"Er, I'm not sure. What would bạn like?" His marble brow puckered.
I grinned, hopping up
"That's right, I fend for myself pretty well. Watch me hunt."
I found a bowl and a box of cereal. I could feel his eyes on me as I poured the sữa and grabbed a spoon. I sat my thực phẩm on the table, and then paused.
"Can I get bạn anything?" I asked, not wanting to be rude.
He rolled his eyes. "Just eat, Bella."
I sat at the table, watching him as I took a bite. He was gazing at me, studying my every movement. It made me self-conscious. I cleared my throat to speak, to distract him.
"What's on the agenda for today?" I asked.
"Hmmm..." I watched him frame his answer carefully. "What would bạn say to meeting my family?"
I gulped.
"Are bạn afraid now?" He sounded hopeful.
"Yes," I admitted; how could I deny it - he could see my eyes.
"Don't worry." He smirked. "I'll protect you."
"I'm not afraid of them," I explained. "I'm afraid they won't... like me. Won't they be, well, surprised that bạn would bring someone... like me... trang chủ to meet them? So they know that I know about them?"
"Oh, they already know everything. They'd taken bets yesterday, bạn know" - he smiled, but his voice was harsh - "on whether I'd bring bạn back, though why anyone would bet against Alice, I can't imagine. At any rate, we don't have secrets in the family. It's not really feasible, what with my mind đọc and Alice seeing the future and all that."
"And Jasper making bạn feel all warm and fuzzy about spilling your guts, don't forget that."
"You paid attention," he smiled approvingly.
"I've been known to do that every now and then," I grimaced. "So did Alice see me coming?"
His reaction was strange. "Something like that," he đã đưa ý kiến uncomfortably, turning away so I couldn't see his eyes. I stared at him curiously.
"Is that any good?" he asked, turning back to me abruptly and eyeing my breakfast with a teasing look on his face. "Honestly, it doesn'y look very appetizing."
"Well, it's no irritable grizzly...," I murmured, ignoring him when he glowered. I was still wondering why he responded that way when I mentioned Alice. I hurried through my cereal, speculating.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, the statue of Adonis again, staring abstractedly out the back windows.
Then his eyes were back on me, and he smiled his heartbreaking smile.
"And bạn should introduce me to bạn father, too, I think."
"He already knows you," I reminded him.
"As your boyfriend, I mean."
I stared at him with suspicion. "Why?"
"Isn't that customary?" he asked innocently.
"I don't know," I admitted. My dating history gave me a few reference points to work with. Not that any normal rules of dating applied here. "That's not necessary, bạn know. I don't expect bạn to... I mean, bạn don't have to pretend for me."
His smile was impatient. "I'm not preending."
I pushed the remains of my cereal around the edges of the bowl, biting my lip.
"Are bạn going to tell Charlie I'm your boyfriend hoặc not?" he demanded.
"Is that what bạn are?" I supposed my internal cringing at the thought of Edward and Charlie and the word boyfriend all in the same room at the same time.
"It's a loose interpretation on the word 'boy', I'll admit."
"I was under the impression that bạn were something more, actually," I confessed, looking at the table.
"Well, I don't know if we need to give him all the gory details." H reached across the bàn to lift my chin with a cold, gentle finger. "But he will need some explanation for why I'm around here so much. I don't want Chief thiên nga getting a restraining order put on me."
"Will bạn be?" I asked, suddenly anxious. "Will bạn really be here?"
"As long as bạn want me," he assured me.
"I'll always want you," I warned him. "Forever."
He walked slowly around the table, and, pausing a few feet away, he reached out to touch his fingertips to my cheek. His expression was unfathomable.
"Does that make bạn sad?" I asked.
He didn't answer. He stared into my eyes for an immeasurable period of time.
"Are bạn finished?" he finally asked.
I jumped up. "Yes."
"Get dressed - I'll wait here."