The music for the square dance started on time.
Elizabeth frowned, hugging her blanket and flipping over again on the sofa.
The man on the sofa hadnt woken up yet; his sleeping posture was very proper, lying on his back with his hands crossed on his stomach. His sometimes gentle, sometimes cold eyes were tightly closed, and his long, black eyelashes trembled slightly.
Elizabeth wasnt sure if it was because of a dream from last night, but she felt more complicated about this man in front of her.
She approached the sofa and looked down at his face. He looked clean and innocent like an untainted child.
Elizabeth couldnt help but chuckle.
The man on the sofa was startled awake, opening his light brown eyes and staring at her...
Elizabeth turned to leave.
But suddenly, she felt a force pulling her back, and in a whirlwind of motion, she found herself pressed down onto the sofa with Edwards hand on her waist and the other protecting her head as he flipped her over and kissed her fiercely.
Elizabeths eyes widened, and she pushed against the man with her hands and feet.
He clamped her hands down, pinning them above her head.
Edwards wolf-like eyes fell on her neck, watching the delicate flow of her blood through the veins. There was boiling hot blood there.
At that moment, something inside Edward burst forth, churning in his chest. He suddenly bit down on her neck.
Elizabeth cried out in pain, "Edward, let go of me!"
"Im sorry," the taste of blood excited him but also filled him with guilt.
Edward nuzzled her neck, his hair now completely white at the roots, causing Elizabeths heart to tighten suddenly.
After a while, Elizabeth let out a long sigh, her fingers tracing from his forehead down to his sharp black eyebrows, his curved eyelashes, his high nose, and finally resting on his tightly pressed thin lips.
Remembering the scene just now, her heart raced, and she smiled silently.