"Just a stop along the way," Edward assured me with a grin.
It felt like I'd barely fallen asleep when he woke me. I was groggy3 as he pulled me through the terminals,struggling to remember how to open my eyes after every blink. It took me a few minutes to catch up withwhat was going on when we stopped at the international counter to check in for our next flight.
"Rio de Janeiro?" I asked with slightly more trepidation4.
"Another stop," he told me.
The flight to South America was long but comfortable in the wide first-class seat, with Edward's armscradled around me. I slept myself out and awoke unusually alert as we circled toward the airport with thelight of the setting sun slanting5 through the plane's windows.
We didn't stay in the airport to connect with another flight as I'd expected. Instead we took a taxithrough the dark, teeming6, living streets of Rio. Unable to understand a word of Edward's Portugueseinstructions to the driver, I guessed that we were off to find a hotel before the next leg of our journey. Asharp twinge of something very close to stage fright twisted in the pit of my stomach as I considered that.
The taxi continued through the swarming7 crowds until they thinned somewhat, and we appeared to benearing the extreme western edge of the city, heading into the ocean.
We stopped at the docks.
Edward led the way down the long line of white yachts moored8 in the night-blackened water. The boathe stopped at was smaller than the others, sleeker9, obviously built for speed instead of space. Stillluxurious, though, and more graceful10 than the rest. He leaped in lightly, despite the heavy bags he carried.
He dropped those on the deck and turned to help me carefully over the edge.
I watched in silence while he prepared the boat for departure, surprised at how skilled and comfortablehe seemed, because he'd never mentioned an interest in boating before. But then again, he was good atjust about everything.
As we headed due east into the open ocean, I reviewed basic geography in my head. As far as I couldremember, there wasn't much east of Brazil... until you got to Africa.
But Edward sped forward while the lights of Rio faded and ultimately disappeared behind us. On hisface was a familiar exhilarated smile, the one produced by any form of speed. The boat plunged11 throughthe waves and I was showered with sea spray.
Finally the curiosity I'd suppressed so long got the best of me.
"Are we going much farther?" I asked.
It wasn't like him to forget that I was human, but I wondered if he planned for us to live on this smallcraft for any length of time.
"About another half hour." His eyes took in my hands, clenched12 on the seat, and he grinned.
Oh well, I thought to myself. He was a vampire13, after all. Maybe we were going to Atlantis.
Twenty minutes later, he called my name over the roar of the engine.
"Bella, look there." He pointed14 straight ahead.
I saw only blackness at first, and the moon's white trail across the water. But I searched the spacewhere he pointed until I found a low black shape breaking into the sheen of moonlight on the waves. As Isquinted into the darkness, the silhouette15 became more detailed16. The shape grew into a squat17, irregulartriangle, with one side trailing longer than the other before sinking into the waves. We drew closer, and Icould see the outline was feathery, swaying to the light breeze.
And then my eyes refocused and the pieces all made sense: a small island rose out of the water ahead ofus, waving with palm fronds18, a beach glowing pale in the light of the moon.
"Where are we?" I murmured in wonder while he shifted course, heading around to the north end of theisland.
He heard me, despite the noise of the engine, and smiled a wide smile that gleamed in the moonlight.
"This is Isle19 Esme."The boat slowed dramatically, drawing with precision into position against a short dock constructed ofwooden planks20, bleached21 into whiteness by the moon. The engine cut off, and the silence that followedwas profound. There was nothing but the waves, slapping lightly against the boat, and the rustle23 of thebreeze in the palms. The air was warm, moist, and fragrant—like the steam left behind after a hotshower.
"Isle Esme?" My voice was low, but it still sounded too loud as it broke into the quiet night.
"A gift from Carlisle—Esme offered to let us borrow it."A gift. Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn't realized that Edward's extreme generosity24 was alearned behavior.
He placed the suitcases on the dock and then turned back, smiling his perfect smile as he reached forme.
Instead of taking my hand, he pulled me right up into his arms.
"Aren't you supposed to wait for the threshold?'71 asked, breathless, as he sprung lightly out of theboat.
He grinned. "I'm nothing if not thorough."Gripping the handles of both huge steamer trunks in one hand and cradling me in the other arm, hecarried me up the dock and onto a pale sand pathway through the dark vegetation.
For a short while it was pitch black in the jungle-like growth, and then I could see a warm light ahead. Itwas about at the point when I realized the light was a house—the two bright, perfect squares were widewindows framing a front door—that the stage fright attacked again, more forcefully than before, worsethan when I'd thought we were headed for a hotel.
My heart thudded audibly against my ribs25, and my breath seemed to get stuck in my throat. I feltEdward's eyes on my face, but I refused to meet his gaze. I stared straight ahead, seeing nothing.
He didn't ask what I was thinking, which was out of character for him. I guessed that meant that he wasjust as nervous as I suddenly was.
He set the suitcases on the deep porch to open the doors—they were unlocked.
Edward looked down at me, waiting until I met his gaze before he stepped through the threshold.
He carried me through the house, both of us very quiet, flipping26 on lights as he went. My vagueimpression of the house was that it was quite large for a tiny island, and oddly familiar. I'd gotten used tothe pale-on-pale color scheme preferred by the Cullens; it felt like home. I couldn't focus on anyspecifics, though. The violent pulse beating behind my ears made everything a little blurry27.
Then Edward stopped and turned on the last light.
The room was big and white, and the far wall was mostly glass—standard decor for my vampires28.
Outside, the moon was bright on white sand and, just a few yards away from the house, glistening29 waves.
But I barely noted30 that part. I was more focused on the absolutely huge white bed in the center of theroom, hung with billowy clouds of mosquito netting.
Edward set me on my feet.
"I'll... go get the luggage."The room was too warm, stuffier31 than the tropical night outside. A bead32 of sweat dewed up on the napeof my neck. I walked slowly forward until I could reach out and touch the foamy33 netting. For somereason I felt the need to make sure everything was real.
I didn't hear Edward return. Suddenly, his wintry finger caressed34 the back of my neck, wiping away thedrop of perspiration35.
"It's a little hot here," he said apologetically. "I thought... that would be best.""Thorough," I murmured under my breath, and he chuckled36. It was a nervous sound, rare for Edward.
"I tried to think of everything that would make this... easier," he admitted.
I swallowed loudly, still facing away from him. Had there ever been a honeymoon37 like this before?
I knew the answer to that. No. There had not.
"I was wondering,'7Edward said slowly, "if... first... maybe you'd like to take a midnight swim with me?"He took a deep breath, and his voice was more at ease when he spoke38 again. "The water will be verywarm. This is the kind of beach you approve of.""Sounds nice." My voice broke.
"I'm sure you'd like a human minute or two.... It was a long journey."I nodded woodenly. I felt barely human; maybe a few minutes alone would help.
His lips brushed against my throat, just below my ear. He chuckled once and his cool breath tickled40 myoverheated skin. "Don't take too long, Mrs. Cullen."I jumped a little at the sound of my new name.
His lips brushed down my neck to the tip of my shoulder. "I'll wait for you in the water."He walked past me to the French door that opened right onto the beach sand. On the way, he shruggedout of his shirt, dropping it on the floor, and then slipped through the door into the moonlit night. Thesultry, salty air swirled41 into the room behind him.
Did my skin burst into flames? I had to look down to check. Nope, nothing was burning. At least, notvisibly.
I reminded myself to breathe, and then I stumbled toward the giant suitcase that Edward had opened ontop of a low white dresser. It must be mine, because my familiar bag of toiletries was right on top, andthere was a lot of pink in there, but I didn't recognize even one article of clothing. As I pawed through theneatly folded piles—looking for something familiar and comfortable, a pair of old sweats maybe—it cameto my attention that there was an awful lot of sheer lace and skimpy satin in my hands. Lingerie. Verylingerie-ish lingerie, with French tags.
I didn't know how or when, but someday, Alice was going to pay for this.
Giving up, I went to the bathroom and peeked42 out through the long windows that opened to the samebeach as the French doors. I couldn't see him; I guessed he was there in the water, not bothering tocome up for air. In the sky above, the moon was lopsided, almost full, and the sand was bright whiteunder its shine. A small movement caught my eye—draped over a bend in one of the palm trees thatfringed the beach, the rest of his clothes were swaying in the light breeze.
A rush of heat flashed across my skin again.
I took a couple of deep breaths and then went to the mirrors above the long stretch of counters. Ilooked exactly like I'd been sleeping on a plane all day. I found my brush and yanked it harshly throughthe snarls43 on the back of my neck until they were smoothed out and the bristles44 were full of hair. Ibrushed my teeth meticulously45, twice. Then I washed my face and splashed water on the back of myneck, which was feeling feverish46. That felt so good that I washed my arms as well, and finally I decidedto just give up and take the shower. I knew it was ridiculous to shower before swimming, but I needed tocalm down, and hot water was one reliable way to do that.
Also, shaving my legs again seemed like a pretty good idea.
When I was done, I grabbed a huge white towel off the counter and wrapped it under my arms.
Then I was faced with a dilemma48 I hadn't considered. What was I supposed to put on? Not a swimsuit,obviously. But it seemed silly to put my clothes back on, too. I didn't even want to think about the thingsAlice had packed for me.
My breathing started to accelerate again and my hands trembled—so much for the calming effects of theshower. I started to feel a little dizzy, apparently49 a full-scale panic attack on the way. I sat down on thecool tile floor in my big towel and put my head between my knees. I prayed he wouldn't decide to comelook for me before I could pull myself together. I could imagine what he would think if he saw me goingto pieces this way. It wouldn't be hard for him to convince himself that we were making a mistake.
And I wasn't freaking out because I thought we were making a mistake. Not atall. I was freaking outbecause I had no idea how to do this, and I was afraid to walk out of this room and face the unknown.
Especially in French lingerie. I knew I wasn't ready for that yetThis felt exactly like having to walk out in front of a theater full of thousands with no idea what my lineswere.
How did people do this—swallowall their fears and trust someone else so implicitly50 with everyimperfection and fear they had—with less than the absolute commitment Edward had given me? if itweren't Edward out there, if I didn't know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I lovedhim—unconditionally and irrevocably and, to be honest, irrationally—I'd never be able to get up off thisfloor.
But it was Edward out there, so I whispered the words "Don't be a coward" under my breath andscrambled to my feet. I hitched51 the towel tighter under my arms and marched determinedly52 from thebathroom. Past the suitcase full of lace and the big bed without looking at either. Out the open glass dooronto the powder-fine sand.
Everything was black-and-white, leached22 colorless by the moon. I walked slowly across the warmpowder, pausing beside the curved tree where he had left his clothes. I laid my hand against the roughbark and checked my breathing to make sure it was even. Or even enough.
I looked across the low ripples53, black in the darkness, searching for him.
He wasn't hard to find. He stood, his back to me, waist deep in the midnight water, staring up at the ovalmoon. The pallid54 light of the moon turned his skin a perfect white, like the sand, like the moon itself, andmade his wet hair black as the ocean. He was motionless, his hands resting palms down against thewater; the low waves broke around him as if he were a stone. I stared at the smooth lines of his back, hisshoulders, his arms, his neck, theflawless shape of him....
The fire was no longer a flash burn across my skin—it was slow and deep now; it smoldered55 away allmy awkwardness, my shy uncertainty56. I slipped the towel off without hesitation57, leaving it on the tree withhis clothes, and walked out into the white light; it made me pale as the snowy sand, too.
I couldn't hear the sound of my footsteps as I walked to the water's edge, but I guessed that he could.
Edward did not turn. I let the gentle swells58 break over my toes, and found that he'd been right about thetemperature—it was very warm, like bath water. I stepped in, walking carefully across the invisible oceanfloor, but my care was unnecessary; the sand continued perfectly59 smooth, sloping gently toward Edward.
I waded60 through the weightlesscurrent till I was at his side, and then I placed my hand lightly over his cool hand lying on the water.
"Beautiful," I said, looking up at the moon, too.
"It's all right," he answered, unimpressed. He turned slowly to face me; little waves rolled away from hismovement and broke against my skin. His eyes looked silver in his ice-colored face. He twisted his handup so that he could twine61 our fingers beneath the surface of the water. It was warm enough that his coolskin did not raise goose bumps on mine.
"But I wouldn't use the word beautiful" he continued. "Not with you standing62 here in comparison."I half-smiled, then raised my free hand—it didn't tremble now—and placed it over his heart. White onwhite; we matched, for once. He shuddered63 the tiniest bit at my warm touch. His breath came roughernow.
"I promised we would try" he whispered, suddenly tense. "If... if I do something wrong, if I hurt you,you must tell me at once."I nodded solemnly, keeping my eyes on his. I took another step through the waves and leaned my headagainst his chest.
"Don't be afraid," I murmured. "We belong together."I was abruptly64 overwhelmed by the truth of my own words. This moment was so perfect, so right, therewas no way to doubt it.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It felt like every nerve endingin my body was a live wire.
"Forever," he agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water.
The sun, hot on the bare skin of my back, woke me in the morning. Late morning, maybe afternoon, Iwasn't sure. Everything besides the time was clear, though; I knew exactly where I was—the bright roomwith the big white bed, brilliant sunlight streaming through the open doors. The clouds of netting wouldsoften the shine.
I didn't open my eyes. I was too happy to change anything, no matter how small. The only sounds werethe waves outside, our breathing, my heartbeat...
I was comfortable, even with the baking sun. His cool skin was the perfect antidote65 to the heat. Lyingacross his wintry chest, his arms wound around me, felt very easy and natural. I wondered idly what I'dbeen so panicky about last night. My fears all seemed silly now.
His fingers softly trailed down the contours of my spine66, and I knew that he knew I was awake. I keptmy eyes shut and tightened67 my arms around his neck, holding myself closer to him.
He didn't speak; his fingers moved up and down my back, barely touching68 it as he lightly traced patternson my skin.
I would have been happy to lie here forever, to never disturb this moment, but my body had other ideas.
I laughed at my impatient stomach. It seemed sort of prosaic69 to be hungry after all that had passed lastnight. Likebeing brought back down to earth from some great height.
"What's funny?" he murmured, still stroking my back. The sound of his voice, serious and husky, broughtwith it a deluge70 of memories from the night, and I felt a blush color my face and neck.
To answer his question, my stomach growled71. I laughed again. "You just can't escape being human forvery long."I waited, but he did not laugh with me. Slowly, sinking through the many layers of bliss72 that clouded myhead, came the realization73 of a different atmosphere outside my own glowing sphere of happiness.
I opened my eyes; the first thing I saw was the pale, almost silvery skin of his throat, the arc of his chinabove my face. His jaw74 was taut75. I propped76 myself up on my elbow so I could see his face.
He was staring at the frothy canopy77 above us, and he didn't look at me as I studied his grave features.
His expression was a shock—it sent a physical jolt78 through my body.
"Edward," I said, a strange little catch in my throat, "what is it? What's wrong?""You have to ask?" His voice was hard, cynical79.
My first instinct, the product of a lifetime of insecurities, was to wonder what I had done wrong. Ithought through everything that had happened, but I couldn't find any sour note in the memory. It had allbeen simpler than I'd expected; we'd fit together like corresponding pieces, made to match up. This hadgiven me a secret satisfaction—we were compatible physically80, as well as all the other ways. Fire andice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
I couldn't think of any part that would make him look like this—so severe and cold. What had I missed?
His finger smoothed the worried lines on my forehead.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered.
"You're upset. I don't understand. Did I... ?" I couldn't finish.
His eyes tightened. "How badly are you hurt, Bella? The truth—don't try to downplay it.""Hurt?" I repeated; my voice came out higher than usual because the word took me so by surprise.
He raised one eyebrow2, his lips a tight line.
I made a quick assessment81, stretching my body automatically, tensing and flexing82 my muscles. There wasstiffness, and a lot of soreness, too, it was true, but mostly there was the odd sensation that my bones allhad become unhinged at the joints83, and I had changed halfway84 into the consistency85 of a jellyfish. It wasnot an unpleasant feeling.
And then I was a little angry, because he was darkening this most perfect of all mornings with hispessimistic assumptions.
"Why would you jump to that conclusion? I've never been better than I am now."His eyes closed. "Stop that.""Stop what?""Stop acting86 like I'm not a monster for having agreed to this.""Edward!'7I whispered, really upset now. He was pulling my bright memory through the darkness,staining it. "Don't ever say that."He didn't open his eyes; it was like he didn't want to see me.
"Look at yourself, Bella. Then tell me I'm not a monster."Wounded, shocked, I followed his instruction unthinkingly and then gasped88.
What had happened to me? I couldn't make sense of the fluffy89 white snow that clung to my skin. I shookmy head, and a cascade90 of white drifted out of my hair.
I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers. It was a piece of down.
"Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused.
He exhaled91 impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two. That's not what I'm talking about.""You... bit a pillow? Why?""Look, Bella!" he almost growled. He took my hand—very gingerly—and stretched my arm out. "Lookat that"This time, I saw what he meant.
Under the dusting of feathers, large purplish bruises92 were beginning to blossom across the pale skin ofmy arm. My eyes followed the trail they made up to my shoulder, and then down across my ribs. I pulledmy hand free to poke39 at a discoloration on my left forearm, watching it fade where I touched and thenreappear. It throbbed94 a little.
So lightly that he was barely touching me, Edward placed his hand against the bruises on my arm, one ata time, matching his long fingers to the patterns.
"Oh," I said.
I tried to remember this—to remember pain—but I couldn't. I couldn't recall a moment when his holdhad been too tight, his hands too hard against me. I only remembered wanting him to hold me tighter, andbeing pleased when he did....
"I'm... so sorry, Bella," he whispered while I stared at the bruises. "I knew better than this. I should nothave—" He made a low, revolted sound in the back of his throat. "I am more sorry than I can tell you."He threw his arm over his face and became perfectly still.
I sat for one long moment in total astonishment95, trying to come to terms—now that I understood it—withhis misery96. It was so contrary to the way that I felt that it was difficult to process.
Theshock wore off slowly, leaving nothing in its absence. Emptiness. My mind was blank. I couldn'tthink of what to say. How could I explain it to him in the right way? How could I make him as happy as Iwas—or as I had been, a moment ago?
I touched his arm, and he didn't respond. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and tried to pry97 his armoff his face, but I could have been yanking on a sculpture for all the good it did me.
"Edward."He didn't move.
"Edward?"Nothing. So, this would be a monologue98, then.
"I'mnot sorry, Edward. I'm... I can't even tell you. I'm so happy. That doesn't cover it. Don't be angry.
Don't. I'm really f—""Do not say the word fine." His voice was ice cold. "If you value my sanity99, do not say that you are fine.""But I am: I whispered.
"Bella," he almost moaned. "Don't.""No. You don't, Edward."He moved his arm; his gold eyes watched me warily100.
"Don't ruin this," I told him. "I. Am. Happy.""I've already ruined this," he whispered.
"Cut it out," I snapped.
I heard his teeth grind together.
"Ugh!" I groaned101. "Why can't you just read my mind already? It's so inconvenient102 to be a mental mute!"His eyes widened a little bit, distracted in spite of himself.
"That's a new one. You love that I can't read your mind.""Not today."He stared at me. "Why?"I threw my hands up in frustration103, feeling an ache in my shoulder that I ignored. My palms fell backagainst his chest with a sharp smack104. "Because all this angst would be completely unnecessary if youcould see how I feel right now! Or five minutes ago, anyway. I was perfectly happy. Totally andcompletely blissed out. Now—well, I'm sort of pissed, actually.""You should be angry at me.""Well, I am. Does that make you feel better?"He sighed. "No. I don't think anything could make me feel better now.""T/?af," I snapped. "That right there is why I'm angry. You are killing105 my buzz, Edward."He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
I took a deep breath. I was feeling more of the soreness now, but it wasn't that bad. Sort of like the dayafter lifting weights. I'd done that with Renee during one of her fitness obsessions106. Sixty-five lunges withten pounds in each hand. I couldn't walk the next day. This was not as painful as that had been by half.
I swallowed my irritation107 and tried to make my voice soothing108. "We knew this was going to be tricky109. Ithought that was assumed. And then—well, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. And this isreally nothing." I brushed my fingers along my arm. "I think for a first time, not knowing what to expect,we did amazing. With a little practice—"His expression was suddenly so livid that I broke off mid-sentence.
"Assumed? Did you expect this, Bella? Were you anticipating that I would hurt you? Were you thinkingit would be worse? Do you consider the experiment a success because you can walk away from it? Nobroken bones—thatequals a victory?"I waited, letting him get it all out. Then I waited some more while his breathing went back to normal.
When his eyes were calm, I answered, speaking with slow precision.
"I didn't know what to expect—but I definitely did not expect how... how... just wonderful and perfect itwas." My voice dropped to a whisper, my eyes slipped from his face down to my hands. "I mean, I don'tknow how it was for you, but it was like that for me."A cool finger pulled my chin back up.
"Is that what you're worried about?" he said through his teeth. "That I didn't enjoy myself?"My eyes stayed down. "I know it's not the same. You're not human. I just was trying to explain that, fora human, well, I can't imagine that life gets any better than that."He was quiet for so long that, finally, I had to look up. His face was softer now, thoughtful.
"It seems that I have more to apologize for." He frowned. "I didn't dream that you would construe110 theway I feel about what I did to you to mean that last night wasn't... well, the best night of my existence.
But I don't want to think of it that way, not when you were ..."My lips curved up a little at the edges. "Really? The best ever?" I asked in a small voice.
He took my face between his hands, still introspective. "I spoke to Carlisle after you and I made ourbargain, hoping he could help me. Of course he warned me that this would be very dangerous for you."A shadow crossed his expression. "He had faith in me, though—faith I didn't deserve."I started to protest, and he put two fingers over my lips before I could comment.
"I also asked him what / should expect. I didn't know what it would be for me... what with my being avampire." He smiled halfheartedly. "Carlisle told me it was a very powerful thing, like nothing else. Hetold me physical love was something I should not treat lightly. With our rarely changing temperaments,strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But he said I did not need to worry about that part—you had already altered me so completely." This time his smile was more genuine.
"I spoke to my brothers, too. They told me it was a very great pleasure. Second only to drinking humanblood." A line creased111 his brow. "But I've tasted your blood, and there could be no blood more potentthan that... I don't think they were wrong, really. Just that it was different for us. Something more.""It was more. It was everything.""That doesn't change the fact that it was wrong. Even if it were possible that you really did feel that way.""What does that mean? Do you think I'm making this up? Why?""To ease my guilt112. I can't ignore the evidence, Bella. Or your history of trying to let me off the hookwhen I make mistakes."I grabbed his chin and leaned forward so that our faces were inches apart. "You listen to me, EdwardCullen. I am not pretending anything for your sake, okay? I didn't even know there was a reason to makeyou feel better until you started being all miserable113. I've never been so happy in all my life—I wasn't thishappy when you decided47 thatyou loved me more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up and you were therewaiting for me.... Not when I heard your voice in the ballet studio"—he flinched114 at the old memory of myclose call with a hunting vampire, but I didn't pause—"or when you said i do' and I realized that,somehow, I get to keep you forever. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than anyof it. So just deal with it."He touched the frown line between my eyebrows. Tm making you unhappy now. I don't want to dothat.""Then don't you be unhappy. That's the only thing that's wrong here."His eyes tightened, then he took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. The past is past and I can'tdo anything to change it. There's no sense in letting my mood sour this time for you. HI do whatever I canto115 make you happy now."I examined his face suspiciously, and he gave me a serene116 smile.
"Whatever makes me happy?"My stomach growled at the same time that I asked.
"You're hungry," he said quickly. He was swiftly out of the bed, stirring up a cloud of feathers. Whichreminded me.
"So, why exactly did you decide to ruin Esme's pillows?" I asked, sitting up and shaking more downfrom my hair.
He had already pulled on a pair of loose khaki pants, and he stood by the door, rumpling117 his hair,dislodging a few feathers of his own.
"I don't know if I decided to do anything last night," he muttered. "We're just lucky it was the pillowsand not you." He inhaled118 deeply and then shook his head, as if shaking off the dark thought. A veryauthentic-looking smile spread across his face, but I guessed it took a lot of work to put it there.
I slid carefully off the high bed and stretched again, more aware, now, of the aches and sore spots. Iheard him gasp87. He turned away from me, and his hands balled up, knuckles119 white.
"Do I look that hideous120?" I asked, working to keep my tone light. His breath caught, but he didn't turn,probably to hide his expression from me. I walked to the bathroom to check for myself.
I stared at my naked body in the full-length mirror behind the door.
I'd definitely had worse. There was a faint shadow across one of my cheekbones, and my lips were alittle swollen121, but other than that, my face was fine. The rest of me was decorated with patches of blueand purple. I concentrated on the bruises that would be the hardest to hide—my arms and my shoulders.
They weren't so bad. My skin marked up easily. By the time a bruise93 showed I'd usually forgotten howI'd come by it. Of course, these were just developing. I'd look even worse tomorrow. That would notmake things any easier.
I looked at my hair, then, and groaned.
"Bella?" He was right there behind me as soon as I'd made a sound.
"I'll never get this all out of my hair!" I pointed to my head, where it looked like a chicken was nesting. Istarted picking at the feathers.
"You would be worried about your hair," he mumbled122, but he came to stand behind me, pulling out thefeathersmuch more quickly.
"How did you keep from laughing at this? I look ridiculous."He didn't answer; he just kept plucking. And I knew the answer anyway—there was nothing that wouldbe funny to him in this mood.
'This isn't going to work," I sighed after a minute. "It's all dried in. I'm going to have to try to wash it out."I turned around, wrapping my arms around his cool waist. "Do you want to help me?"Td better find some food for you," he said in a quiet voice, and he gently unwound my arms. I sighed ashe disappeared, moving too fast.
It looked like my honeymoon was over. The thought put a big lump in my throat.
When I was mostly feather-free and dressed in an unfamiliar123 white cotton dress that concealed124 the worstof the violet blotches125, I padded off barefoot to where the smell of eggs and bacon and Cheddar cheesewas coming from.
Edward stood in front of the stainless126 steel stove, sliding an omelet onto the light blue plate waiting on thecounter. The scent127 of the food overwhelmed me. I felt like I could eat the plate and the frying pan, too;my stomach snarled128.
"Here," he said. He turned with a smile on his face and set the plate on a small tiled table.
I sat in one of the two metal chairs and started snarfing down the hot eggs. They burned my throat, but Ididn't care.
He sat down across from me. "I'm not feeding you often enough."I swallowed and then reminded him, "I was asleep. This is really good, by the way. Impressive forsomeone who doesn't eat.""Food Network," he said, flashing my favorite crooked129 smile.
I was happy to see it, happy that he seemed more like his normal self.
"Where did the eggs come from?""I asked the cleaning crew to stock the kitchen. A first, for this place. I'll have to ask them to deal withthe feathers.... " He trailed off, his gaze fixed130 on a space above my head. I didn't respond, trying to avoidsaying anything that would upset him again.
I ate everything, though he'd made enough for two.
"Thank you," I told him. I leaned across the table to kiss him. He kissed me back automatically, and thensuddenly stiffened131 and leaned away.
I gritted132 my teeth, and the question I meant to ask came out sounding like an accusation133. "You aren'tgoing to touch me again while we're here, are you?"He hesitated, then half-smiled and raised his hand to stroke my cheek. His fingers lingered softly on myskin, and I couldn't help leaning my face into his palm.
"You know that's not what I meant."He sighed and dropped his hand. "I know. And you're right." He paused, lifting his chin slightly. Andthen he spoke again with firm conviction. "I will not make love with you until you've been changed. I willnever hurt you again."
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graceful
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vampires
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honeymoon
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snarls
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bristles
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meticulously
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dilemma
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apparently
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hitched
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determinedly
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smoldered
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uncertainty
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swells
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perfectly
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