“Good morning, Bella.”

I turned around to face Edward, but accidentally bumped my head into his chest.

“Ow!” I groaned. As I rubbed my head, Edward carefully turned me around. Finally facing him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled closer.

“It’s Saturday, love, what would you like to do?”

“Hmmm,” I looked up at him, memorizing the features that never ceased to dazzle me. “Can I have a human minute, first?”

“Of course. I’ll go make you breakfast.” With a quick kiss, he let me go and I walked into the bathroom.

Turning on the water for my shower, I briefly wondered how Edward had learned to cook. Regardless, I’m sure he would be perfect at that too, so I stepped in and let the water run over my body.

Several minutes into my peaceful position, a soft knock on the door accompanied Edward’s musical voice. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” I stuttered. Of course he could come in!

The door slowly creaked open and closed. I didn’t understand why he would do that. Edward was more than capable of keeping silent, and the noise might alert Charlie.

“Don’t worry. Charlie has gone fishing.”

My quick release of breath startled me. I didn’t realize I had been holding it in.

“Breath, Bella.” I tried to focus on breathing while thoughts of Edward, on the other side of the curtain, flooded me. It wasn’t working too well.

“Would you like me to join you?”

“Mmm…” The thought of Edward joining me was a million times better than the feel of just the water.

A cool breeze met my skin. I turned my head to see Edward staring right at my face as he carefully pulled the curtain back. Still watching my face, he stepped in and replaced the curtain. Blushing fiercely, I swept my gaze over his body. Beautiful.

After several moments, he reached out to turn my face. Still nervous, I refused to meet his stare.

“Bella?”

I knew what he wanted. I was surprised he hadn’t looked yet. Surely he wouldn’t unless I said okay, but that seemed silly.

Still terribly embarrassed, I nodded my head. I still didn’t look at his face, I was too afraid of his reaction. However, I could still feel, and he didn’t seem to move. Neither did I.