He didn't move.
Nothing. So, this would be a monologue, 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 sanity, 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 warily.
"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 groaned. "Why can't you just read my mind already? It's so inconvenient 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."
He stared at me. "Why?"
I threw my hands up in frustration, feeling an ache in my shoulder that I ignored. My palms fell back against his chest with a sharp smack. "Because all this angst would be completely unnecessary if you could see how I feel right now! Or five minutes ago, anyway. I was perfectly happy. Totally and completely 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 killing 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 day after lifting weights. I'd done that with Renee during one of her fitness obsessions. Sixty-five lunges with ten 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 irritation and tried to make my voice soothing. "We knew this was going to be tricky. I thought that was assumed. And then - well, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. And this is really 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 thinking it would be worse? Do you consider the experiment a success because you can walk away from it? No broken bones - that
equals 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 it was." My voice dropped to a whisper, my eyes slipped from his face down to my hands. "I mean, I don't know 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, for a 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 construe the way 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 our bargain, 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 a vampire." He smiled halfheartedly. "Carlisle told me it was a very powerful thing, like nothing else. He told 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 human blood." A line creased his brow. "But I've tasted your blood, and there could be no blood more potent than 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 guilt. I can't ignore the evidence, Bella. Or your history of trying to let me off the hook when I make mistakes."
I grabbed his chin and leaned forward so that our faces were inches apart. "You listen to me, Edward Cullen. I am not pretending anything for your sake, okay? I didn't even know there was a reason to make you feel better until you started being all miserable. I've never been so happy in all my life - I wasn't this happy when you decided that
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