Saturday, 22 January 2011

ICF chapter 20 teaser and pictease

I know I'm a bit intermittent with teasers - but I found the cutest picture I just had to share it for this one. See below:

"Mmmm," she murmured, nuzzling close to me, and I pulled her into the crook of my arm, craving the contact so desperately after everything we'd said last night. Everything I'd told her. The memories of last night came flooding back: both the pleasure and the pain. I hoped Bella would never stop surprising me. Even after I'd revealed to her the darkest secret of my existence, she hadn't run away screaming. She'd been sympathetic, but not pitying - intuitive enough to sense that I didn't need pity. I pressed my face into the pillow where her head had just been, inhaling the soothing scent of vanilla and something else. I loved that smell, and it created a haze of contentment in my brain much like Bella herself did.

A knot twisted in my stomach as I recalled everything I'd told her -- things I hadn't even allowed myself to think of for so long. I knew I'd atone for the death of my little girl for the rest of my life, but hopefully, Bella might just help me to bear it better. At that stage, I couldn't say where we were headed. All I knew was that I felt so complete with her and the inexplicable connection we shared.

I heard a whimper against my chest and she stirred, blearily opening one eye.

"What time is it?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Just after seven-thirty." She groaned, burrowing her head into the pillow, and I stroked her hair, smiling at her feeble attempt to be awake.

"You've never seen me in the morning. I don't function without coffee," she replied, her eyes still firmly closed.

"Why don't we just go back to sleep for a little while?"

"Mmm." She barely raised her head, and I chuckled at all the sleepy, incoherent noises she was making. "That sounds good."

I snuggled up to her and closed my eyes, letting sleep take me once more.

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