“Bella, love, wake-up. It’s Friday, you have to get ready for school.” I groaned and rolled over to bury my head in Edward’s chest.

He chuckled and pulled away. Eyes still closed, I waved my hands around in the space he previously occupied, looking for the feel of his skin again.

“Get up, Bella.”

“Fine,” I murmured, sleepily.

I stretched and rolled out of bed, accidentally falling off the side. Thankfully, Edward caught me and stood me upright. I glared at him for a second, and stalked off to the bathroom.

Dressed, with teeth and hair brushed, I walked downstairs and made myself breakfast while Edward sat at the table watching me. When I had a bowl of cereal ready to eat, I sat down across the table fro him.

“Bella, would you like to go out to dinner tonight?”

“Sure,” I said, taking another bite of cereal. He smiled and I continued eating.

When I had finished, he took the bowl and tossed it in the sink. Without letting me wash it, he carried me out the door and set me in the passenger seat of his Volvo. Seconds later, he was sitting next to me and had the car running. With a quick glance at the clock, I noticed we had more than enough time, but I didn’t bother to mention it, as I knew he wouldn’t slow down.

The day dragged on. When school finally ended, Edward rushed me home again and told me to get ready for dinner. I had no idea where he was taking me, or why, but I dressed in some of my nicer clothes just in case.

It was only about 4:30, but Edward insisted we go out early because I hadn’t eaten very much at lunch. I couldn’t say he was wrong, but I certainly didn’t eat any less than usual. He wouldn’t hear of it, and I was, once again, carried out of the house.

He drove slowly, well, slowly for him. Rather than his usual 90 miles per hour, we were only going 60, which, I had to admit, was within the speed limit. It took us a while, but he eventually pulled up in front of Bella Italia, the same place he took me for dinner after rescuing me from the guys in the alley.