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  my tread sound slow and tired as i the stairs
  to my room. i shut the door loud enough for him to hear, and then
  spriiptoes to the it ope into
  the night. my eyes sed the darkrable shadows of the
  trees.
  ”edward?” i whispered, feeliely idiotic.
  the quiet, laughing response behind me. ”yes?”
  i whirled, one hand flying to my throat in surprise.
  he lay, smiling hugely, ay bed, his hands behind his head, his
  feet danglihe picture of ease.
  ”oh!” i breathed, sinkio the floor.
  ”i'm sorry.” he pressed his lips t to hide his amusement.
  ”just give me a mi my heart.”
  he sat up slowly, so as nain. then he leaned forward
  ah his long arms to pick me up, grippiops of my
  arms like i was a toddler. he sat me on the bed beside him.
  ”why don't you sit with me,” he suggested, putting a d on mine.
  ”how's the heart?”
  ”you tell me — i'm sure you hear it better than i do.”
  i felt his quiet laughter shake the bed.
  we sat there for a momeh listening to my heartbeat
  slow. i thought about having edward in my room, with my father in the
  house.
  ” i have a mio be human?” i asked.
  ”ly.” he gestured with ohat i should proceed.
  ”stay,” i said, trying to look severe.
  ”yes, ma'am.” and he made a show of being a statue on the edge of my
  bed.
  i hopped up, grabbing my pajamas from off the fl of toiletries
  off the desk. i left the light off a, g the door.
  i could hear the sound from the tv risiairs. i bahe
  bathroom door loudly, so charlie wouldn't e.
  i meant to hurry. i brushed my teeth fiercely, tryihh and
  speedy, removing all traces of lasagna. but the hot water of the shower
  't be rushed. it uhe mus my back, calmed my pulse.
  the familiar smell of my shampoo made me feel like i might be the same
  persohis m. i tried not to think of edward, sitting
  in my room, waitihen i had to start all over with the
  g proally, i 't delay a off the water,
  toweling hastily, rushing again. i pulled o and gray
  sants. too late tret not pag the victoria's secret silk
  pajamas my mot me two, which still had the tags on
  them in a drawer somewhere bae.
  i rubbed the th my hair again, and thehe brush
  through it quickly. i threw the towel in the hamper, flung my brush and
  toothpaste into my bag. thehe stairs so charlie could
  see that i ajamas, with wet hair.
  ”'night, dad.”
  ”'night, bella.” he did look startled by my appeara would
  keep him from e tonight.
  i took the stairs two at a time, tryi, ao my
  room, g the dhtly behind me.
  edward hadn't moved a fra of an inch, a g of adonis per
  my faded quilt. i smiled, and his lips twitched, the statue ing to
  life.
  his eyes appraised me, taking in the damp hair, the tattered shirt. he
  raised one eyebrow. ”nice.”
  i grimaced.
  ”no, it looks good on you.”
  ”thanks,” i whispered. i went back to his side, sitting cross-legged
  beside him. i looked at the lihe wooden floor.
  ”what was all that for?”
  ”charlie thinks i'm s.”
  ”oh.” he plated that. ”why?” as if he 't know charlie's mind
  much more clearly than i could guess.
  ”apparently, i look a little overexcited.”
  he lifted my , examining my face.
  ”you look very warm, actually.”
  he bent his faine, laying his cool cheek against my skin. i
  held perfectly still.
  ”mmmmmm…” he breathed.
  it was very difficult, while he was toug me, to frame a t
  question. it took me a mier