EDYTHE CULLEN.
SHE’S STUDYING HER, THEN. SHE’S ENAMORED WITH THE SILENCE ISABELLA PROVIDES IN HER HEADSPACE. her heartbeat changes, and the vampire doesn’t miss it for even a moment. it draws her in closer, continuing the path her fingertips had started to tuck back her hair, falling to her shoulderblade as inqusitive gaze sweeps the length of her. ❛ i assure you, she’s incorrect with that assumption. it’s quite frustrating. ❜ two inches closer and she could sink her teeth into the carotid artery. no-one would stop her. ❛ do i make you nervous, bella ? ❜ her name rolls off the tongue in the way molten honey would; a teasing softness to it while fingertips trace the curve of her spine momentarily.
WHAT IS SHE DOING? DOES SHE KNOW THE FEELINGS SHE STIRS? the delicate movements of her hands brushing along her hair, moving over her, it’s almost menacingly charming, same as it is utterly and completely captivating. bella knows she can’t be wrong, now, that edythe has taken some interest in her – and while others in the class may have noted their interaction from their seats, she is in a zone of bedazzlement that she’s finding hard to escape. was it fair to say that edythe cullen was, in fact, PERFECT? softened gaze looking over her – she has goosebumps rise along the surface of her skin, edythe’s touch rendering her textbook-definition flustered. and yet, she manages to stutter out a quiet, ❛ – no.. ❜ in response to her question. nearly light-headed, heart racing, breath caught; of course edythe made her nervous. but that wasn’t for her to know. ❛ edythe.., ❜ she speaks in a murmur, her tone longing for something within her name. she only continues once she breaks her stare away. ❛ – i can’t focus on this lesson anymore, honestly. ❜
