Bella's body was sprawled across Edward's overly-expensive bed. Her bare legs were in the air, tangling around each other as her warm brown eyes glued to one of the many classics Edward had read and disliked. He was suddenly thankful that he'd held on to them for Bella's sake. She looked so vulnerable and innocent, drowning in his oversized shirt, just the bottom of her panties peering under the hem.

He rested against the door frame, watching her intently. He'd miss how oblivious she was of his presence once she was turned. He'd never get away with this if she was a vampire. But for now, he was delighted in the silent way he could trace her body's curves with only his eyes.

Suddenly, she turned to face him, eyes smiling before it reached her lips. He smiled back, walking gracefully to the bed. She was laughing and asking him why he insisted on staring at her like a teenage boy. All he could do was chuckle and kiss her soft lips.

Edward reached out and traced one of his cool, slender fingers along her spine; tracing the curve of her back in a slow, deliberate path. Bella closed her eyes, trying not to move or beg. The book fell from her hands and she fell into his arms, her hands searching for her paperback. Her head rested heavily on his chest, trying to get into a comfortable position.

Edward closed his eyes, wrapping his stone arms around her abdomen. He felt the warmth of her skin, heating his old cold exterior. He was noticing all the things he'd miss once she was turned. The electricity that sparked under his finger tips when they trailed along her skin. So much that she'd be giving up and never realize.

"What are you thinking about?" Her delicate voice broke his thoughts, catching him off-guard. She smiled and tilted her head, awaiting his response. Her cheeks blushed slightly when his hand cupped her face. Again, something he'd miss so intensely.

"Just you."