outrageous gifts and was registered, however futilely, to attend Dartmouth
College in the fall. Now it was his turn.
Before he turned me into a vampire—his big compromise—he had one other
stipulation to make good on.
Edward had an obsessive sort of concern over the human things that I would be
giving up, the experiences he didn’t want me to miss. Most of them—like the
prom, for example—seemed silly to me. There was only one human experience I
worried about missing. Of course it would be the one he wished I would forget
completely.
Here was the thing, though. I knew a little about what I was going to be like
when I wasn’t human anymore. I’d seen newborn vampires firsthand, and I’d heard
all my family-to-be’s stories about those wild early days. For several years, my
biggest personality trait was going to be thirsty. It would take some time
before I could be me again. And even when I was in control of myself, I would
never feel exactly the way I felt now.
Human… and passionately in love.
I wanted the complete experience before I traded in my warm, breakable,
pheromone-riddled body for something beautiful, strong… and unknown. I wanted a
real honeymoon with Edward. And, despite the danger he feared this would put me
in, he’d agreed to try.
I was only vaguely aware of Alice and the slip and slide of satin over my skin.
I didn’t care, for the moment, that the whole town was talking about me. I
didn’t think about the spectacle I would have to star in much too soon. I didn’t
worry about tripping on my train or giggling at the wrong moment or being too
young or the staring audience or even the empty seat where my best friend should
be.
I was with Edward in my happy place.
2. LONG NIGHT
“I miss you already.”
“I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . .”
“Mmm.”
It was quiet for a long moment, just the thud of my heart hammering, the broken
rhythm of our ragged breathing, and the whisper of our lips moving in
synchronization.
Sometimes it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a vampire. Not because he
seemed ordinary or human—I could never for a second forget that I was holding
someone more angel than man in my arms—but because he made it seem like nothing
at all to have his lips against my lips, my face, my throat. He claimed he was
long past the temptation my blood used to be for him, that the idea of losing me
had cured him of any desire for it. But I knew the smell of my blood still
caused him pain—still burned his throat like he was inhaling flames.
I opened my eyes and found his open, too, staring at my face. It made no sense
when he looked at me that way. Like I was the prize rather than the outrageously
lucky winner.
Our gazes locked for a moment; his golden eyes were so deep that I imagined I
could see all the way into his soul. It seemed silly that this fact—the
existence of his soul—had ever been in question, even if he was a vampire. He
had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his
incomparable face or his glorious body.
He looked back at me as if he could see my soul, too, and as if he liked what he
saw.
He couldn’t see into my mind, though, the way he saw into everyone else’s. Who
knew why—some strange glitch in my brain that made it immune to all the
extraordinary and frightening things some immortals could do. (Only my mind was
immune; my body was still subject to vampires with abilities that worked in ways
other than Edward’s.) But I was seriously grateful to whatever malfunction it
was that kept my thoughts a secret. It was just too embarrassing to consider the
alternative.
I pulled his face to mine again.
“Definitely staying,” he murmured a moment later.
“No, no. It’s your bachelor party. You have to go.”
I said the words, but the fingers of my right hand locked into his bronze hair,
my left pressed tighter against the small of his back. His cool hands stroked my
face.
“Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their
single days. I couldn’t be more eager to have mine behind me. So there’s really
no point.”
“True.” I breathed against the winter-cold skin of his throat.
This was pretty close to my happy place. Charlie slept obliviously in his room,
which was almost as good as being alone. We were curled up on my small bed,
intertwined as much as it was possible, considering the thick afghan I was
swathed in like a cocoon. I hated the necessity of the blanket, but it sort of
ruined the romance when my teeth started chattering. Charlie would notice if I
turned the heat on in August. . . .
At least, if I had to be bundled up, Edward’s shirt was on the floor. I never
got over the shock of how perfect his body was—white, cool, and polished as
marble. I ran my hand down his stone chest now, tracing across the flat planes
of his stomach, just marveling. A light shudder rippled through him, and his
mouth found mine again. Carefully, I let the tip of my tongue press against his
glass-smooth lip, and he sighed. His sweet breath washed—cold and delicious—over
my face.
He started to pull away—that was his automatic response whenever he decided
things had gone too far, his reflex reaction whenever he most wanted to keep
going. Edward had spent most of his life rejecting any kind of physical
gratification. I knew it was terrifying to him trying to change those habits
now.
“Wait,” I said, gripping his shoulders and hugging myself close to him. I kicked
one leg free and wrapped it around his waist. “Practice makes perfect.”
He chuckled. “Well, we should be fairly close to perfection by this point, then,
shouldn’t we? Have you slept at all in the last month?”
“But this is the dress rehearsal,” I reminded him, “and we’ve only practiced
certain scenes. It’s no time for playing safe.”
I thought he would laugh, but he didn’t answer, and his body was motionless with
sudden stress. The gold in his eyes seemed to harden from a liquid to a solid.
I thought over my words, realized what he would have heard in them.
“Bella…,” he whispered.
“Don’t start this again,” I said. “A deal’s a deal.”
“I don’t know. It’s too hard to concentrate when you’re with me like this. I—I
can’t think straight. I won’t be able to control myself. You’ll get hurt.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Bella . . .”
“Shh!” I pressed my lips to his to stop his panic attack. I’d heard it before.
He wasn’t getting out of this deal. Not after insisting I marry him first.
He kissed me back for a moment, but I could tell he wasn’t as into it as before.
Worrying, always worrying. How different it would be when he didn’t need to
worry about me anymore. What would he do with all his free time? He’d have to
get a new hobby.
“How are your feet?” he asked.
Knowing he didn’t mean that literally, I answered, “Toasty warm.”
“Really? No second thoughts? It’s not too late to change your mind.”
“Are you trying to ditch me?”
He chuckled. “Just making sure. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not sure
about.”
“I’m sure about you. The rest I can live through.”
He hesitated, and I wondered if I’d put my foot in my mouth again.
“Can you?” he asked quietly. “I don’t mean the wedding—which I am positive you
will survive despite your qualms—but afterward… what about Renée, what about
Charlie?”
I sighed. “I’ll miss them.” Worse, that they would miss me, but I didn’t want to
give him any fuel.
“Angela and Ben and Jessica and Mike.”
“I’ll miss my friends, too.” I smiled in the darkness. “Especially Mike. Oh,
Mike! How will I go on?”
He growled.
I laughed but then was serious. “Edward, we’ve been through this and through
this. I know it will be hard, but this is what I want. I want you, and I want
you forever. One lifetime is simply not enough for me.”
“Frozen forever at eighteen,” he whispered.
“Every woman’s dream come true,” I teased.
“Never changing… never moving forward.”
“What does that mean?”
He answered slowly. “Do you remember when we told Charlie we were getting
married? And he thought you were… pregnant?”
“And he thought about shooting you,” I guessed with a laugh. “Admit it—for one
second, he honestly considered it.”
He didn’t answer.
“What, Edward?”
“I just wish… well, I wish that he’d been right.”
“Gah,” I gasped.
“More that there was some way he could have been. That we had that kind of
potential. I hate taking that away from you, too.”
It took me a minute. “I know what I’m doing.”
“How could you know that, Bella? Look at my mother, look at my sister. It’s not
as easy a sacrifice as you imagine.”
“Esme and Rosalie get by just fine. If it’s a problem later, we can do what Esme
did—we’ll adopt.”
He sighed, and then his voice was fierce. “It’s not right! I don’t want you to
have to make sacrifices for me. I want to give you things, not take things away
from you. I don’t want to steal your future. If I were human—”
I put my hand over his lips. “You are my future. Now stop. No moping, or I’m
calling your brothers to come and get you. Maybe you need a bachelor party.”
“I’m sorry. I am moping, aren’t I? Must be the nerves.”
“Are your feet cold?”
“Not in that sense. I’ve been waiting a century to marry you, Miss Swan. The
wedding ceremony is the one thing I can’t wait—” He broke off mid-thought. “Oh,
for the love of all that’s holy!”
“What’s wrong?”
He gritted his teeth. “You don’t have to call my brothers. Apparently Emmett and
Jasper are not going to let me bow out tonight.”
I clutched him closer for one second and then released him. I didn’t have a
prayer of winning a tug-of-war with Emmett. “Have fun.”
There was a squeal ag
outrageous gifts and was registered, however futilely, to attend Dartmouth
College in the fall. Now it was his turn.
Before he turned me into a vampire—his big compromise—he had one other
stipulation to make good on.
Edward had an obsessive sort of concern over the human things that I would be
giving up, the experiences he didn’t want me to miss. Most of them—like the
prom, for example—seemed silly to me. There was only one human experience I
worried about missing. Of course it would be the one he wished I would forget
completely.
Here was the thing, though. I knew a little about what I was going to be like
when I wasn’t human anymore. I’d seen newborn vampires firsthand, and I’d heard
all my family-to-be’s stories about those wild early days. For several years, my
biggest personality trait was going to be thirsty. It would take some time
before I could be me again. And even when I was in control of myself, I would
never feel exactly the way I felt now.
Human… and passionately in love.
I wanted the complete experience before I traded in my warm, breakable,
pheromone-riddled body for something beautiful, strong… and unknown. I wanted a
real honeymoon with Edward. And, despite the danger he feared this would put me
in, he’d agreed to try.
I was only vaguely aware of Alice and the slip and slide of satin over my skin.
I didn’t care, for the moment, that the whole town was talking about me. I
didn’t think about the spectacle I would have to star in much too soon. I didn’t
worry about tripping on my train or giggling at the wrong moment or being too
young or the staring audience or even the empty seat where my best friend should
be.
I was with Edward in my happy place.
2. LONG NIGHT
“I miss you already.”
“I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . .”
“Mmm.”
It was quiet for a long moment, just the thud of my heart hammering, the broken
rhythm of our ragged breathing, and the whisper of our lips moving in
synchronization.
Sometimes it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a vampire. Not because he
seemed ordinary or human—I could never for a second forget that I was holding
someone more angel than man in my arms—but because he made it seem like nothing
at all to have his lips against my lips, my face, my throat. He claimed he was
long past the temptation my blood used to be for him, that the idea of losing me
had cured him of any desire for it. But I knew the smell of my blood still
caused him pain—still burned his throat like he was inhaling flames.
I opened my eyes and found his open, too, staring at my face. It made no sense
when he looked at me that way. Like I was the prize rather than the outrageously
lucky winner.
Our gazes locked for a moment; his golden eyes were so deep that I imagined I
could see all the way into his soul. It seemed silly that this fact—the
existence of his soul—had ever been in question, even if he was a vampire. He
had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his
incomparable face or his glorious body.
He looked back at me as if he could see my soul, too, and as if he liked what he
saw.
He couldn’t see into my mind, though, the way he saw into everyone else’s. Who
knew why—some strange glitch in my brain that made it immune to all the
extraordinary and frightening things some immortals could do. (Only my mind was
immune; my body was still subject to vampires with abilities that worked in ways
other than Edward’s.) But I was seriously grateful to whatever malfunction it
was that kept my thoughts a secret. It was just too embarrassing to consider the
alternative.
I pulled his face to mine again.
“Definitely staying,” he murmured a moment later.
“No, no. It’s your bachelor party. You have to go.”
I said the words, but the fingers of my right hand locked into his bronze hair,
my left pressed tighter against the small of his back. His cool hands stroked my
face.
“Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their
single days. I couldn’t be more eager to have mine behind me. So there’s really
no point.”
“True.” I breathed against the winter-cold skin of his throat.
This was pretty close to my happy place. Charlie slept obliviously in his room,
which was almost as good as being alone. We were curled up on my small bed,
intertwined as much as it was possible, considering the thick afghan I was
swathed in like a cocoon. I hated the necessity of the blanket, but it sort of
ruined the romance when my teeth started chattering. Charlie would notice if I
turned the heat on in August. . . .
At least, if I had to be bundled up, Edward’s shirt was on the floor. I never
got over the shock of how perfect his body was—white, cool, and polished as
marble. I ran my hand down his stone chest now, tracing across the flat planes
of his stomach, just marveling. A light shudder rippled through him, and his
mouth found mine again. Carefully, I let the tip of my tongue press against his
glass-smooth lip, and he sighed. His sweet breath washed—cold and delicious—over
my face.
He started to pull away—that was his automatic response whenever he decided
things had gone too far, his reflex reaction whenever he most wanted to keep
going. Edward had spent most of his life rejecting any kind of physical
gratification. I knew it was terrifying to him trying to change those habits
now.
“Wait,” I said, gripping his shoulders and hugging myself close to him. I kicked
one leg free and wrapped it around his waist. “Practice makes perfect.”
He chuckled. “Well, we should be fairly close to perfection by this point, then,
shouldn’t we? Have you slept at all in the last month?”
“But this is the dress rehearsal,” I reminded him, “and we’ve only practiced
certain scenes. It’s no time for playing safe.”
I thought he would laugh, but he didn’t answer, and his body was motionless with
sudden stress. The gold in his eyes seemed to harden from a liquid to a solid.
I thought over my words, realized what he would have heard in them.
“Bella…,” he whispered.
“Don’t start this again,” I said. “A deal’s a deal.”
“I don’t know. It’s too hard to concentrate when you’re with me like this. I—I
can’t think straight. I won’t be able to control myself. You’ll get hurt.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Bella . . .”
“Shh!” I pressed my lips to his to stop his panic attack. I’d heard it before.
He wasn’t getting out of this deal. Not after insisting I marry him first.
He kissed me back for a moment, but I could tell he wasn’t as into it as before.
Worrying, always worrying. How different it would be when he didn’t need to
worry about me anymore. What would he do with all his free time? He’d have to
get a new hobby.
“How are your feet?” he asked.
Knowing he didn’t mean that literally, I answered, “Toasty warm.”
“Really? No second thoughts? It’s not too late to change your mind.”
“Are you trying to ditch me?”
He chuckled. “Just making sure. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not sure
about.”
“I’m sure about you. The rest I can live through.”
He hesitated, and I wondered if I’d put my foot in my mouth again.
“Can you?” he asked quietly. “I don’t mean the wedding—which I am positive you
will survive despite your qualms—but afterward… what about Renée, what about
Charlie?”
I sighed. “I’ll miss them.” Worse, that they would miss me, but I didn’t want to
give him any fuel.
“Angela and Ben and Jessica and Mike.”
“I’ll miss my friends, too.” I smiled in the darkness. “Especially Mike. Oh,
Mike! How will I go on?”
He growled.
I laughed but then was serious. “Edward, we’ve been through this and through
this. I know it will be hard, but this is what I want. I want you, and I want
you forever. One lifetime is simply not enough for me.”
“Frozen forever at eighteen,” he whispered.
“Every woman’s dream come true,” I teased.
“Never changing… never moving forward.”
“What does that mean?”
He answered slowly. “Do you remember when we told Charlie we were getting
married? And he thought you were… pregnant?”
“And he thought about shooting you,” I guessed with a laugh. “Admit it—for one
second, he honestly considered it.”
He didn’t answer.
“What, Edward?”
“I just wish… well, I wish that he’d been right.”
“Gah,” I gasped.
“More that there was some way he could have been. That we had that kind of
potential. I hate taking that away from you, too.”
It took me a minute. “I know what I’m doing.”
“How could you know that, Bella? Look at my mother, look at my sister. It’s not
as easy a sacrifice as you imagine.”
“Esme and Rosalie get by just fine. If it’s a problem later, we can do what Esme
did—we’ll adopt.”
He sighed, and then his voice was fierce. “It’s not right! I don’t want you to
have to make sacrifices for me. I want to give you things, not take things away
from you. I don’t want to steal your future. If I were human—”
I put my hand over his lips. “You are my future. Now stop. No moping, or I’m
calling your brothers to come and get you. Maybe you need a bachelor party.”
“I’m sorry. I am moping, aren’t I? Must be the nerves.”
“Are your feet cold?”
“Not in that sense. I’ve been waiting a century to marry you, Miss Swan. The
wedding ceremony is the one thing I can’t wait—” He broke off mid-thought. “Oh,
for the love of all that’s holy!”
“What’s wrong?”
He gritted his teeth. “You don’t have to call my brothers. Apparently Emmett and
Jasper are not going to let me bow out tonight.”
I clutched him closer for one second and then released him. I didn’t have a
prayer of winning a tug-of-war with Emmett. “Have fun.”
There was a squeal ag
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