"That's debatable," he disagreed. "This would be difficult on a couch."
Cold as ice, his tongue lightly traced the shape of my lips.
My head was spinning-the air was coming too fast and shallow.
"Did you change your mind?" I asked breathlessly. Maybe he'd rethought all his careful rules. Maybe there was more significance to this bed than I'd originally guessed. My heart pounded almost painfully as I waited for his answer.
Edward sighed, rolling back so that we were on our sides again.
"Don't be ridiculous, Bella," he said, disapproval strong in his voice-clearly, he understood what I meant. "I was just trying to illustrate the benefits of the bed you don't seem to like. Don't get carried away."
"Too late," I muttered. "And I like the bed," I added.
"Good." I could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed my forehead. "I do, too."
"But I still think it's unnecessary," I continued. "If we're not going to get carried away, what's the point?"
He sighed again. "For the hundredth time, Bella-it's too dangerous."
"I like danger," I insisted.
"I know." There was a sour edge to his voice, and I realized that he would have seen the motorcycle in the garage.
"I'll tell you what's dangerous," I said quickly, before he could move to a new topic of discussion. "I'm going to spontaneously combust one of these days-and you'll have no one but yourself to blame."
He started to push me away.
"What are you doing?" I objected, clinging to him.
"Protecting you from combustion. If this too much for you . . ."
"I can handle it," I insisted.
He let me worm myself back into the circle of his arms.
"I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression," he said. "I didn't mean to make you unhappy. That wasn't nice."
"Actually, it was very, very nice."
He took a deep breath. "Aren't you tired? I should let you sleep."
"No, I'm not. I don't mind if you want to give me the wrong impression again."
"That's probably a bad idea. You're not the only one who gets carried away."
"Yes, I am," I grumbled.
He chuckled. "You have no idea, Bella. It doesn't help that you are so eager to undermine my self-control, either."
"I'm not going to apologize for that."
"Can I apologize?"
"For what?"
"You were angry with me, remember?"
"Oh, that."
"I'm sorry. I was wrong. It's much easier to have the proper perspective when I have you safely here." His arms tightened around me. "I go a little berserk when I try to leave you. I don't think I'll go so far again. It's not worth it."
I smiled. "Didn't you find any mountain lions?"
"Yes, I did, actually. Still not worth the anxiety. I'm sorry I had Alice hold you hostage, though. That was a bad idea."
"Yes," I agreed.
"I won't do it again."
"Okay," I said easily. He was already forgiven. "But slumber parties do have their advantages . . ." I curled myself closer to him, pressing my lips into the indentation over his collarbone. "You can hold me hostage any time you want."
"Mmm," he sighed. "I may take you up on that."
"So is it my turn now?"
"Your turn?" his voice was confused.
"To apologize."
"What do you have to apologize for?"
"Aren't you mad at me?" I asked blankly.
"No."
It sounded like he really meant it.
I felt my eyebrows pull together. "Didn't you see Alice when you got home?"
"Yes-why?"
"Are you going to take her Porsche back?"
"Of course not. It was a gift."
I wished I could see his expression. His voice sounded as if I'd insulted him.
"Don't you want to know what I did?" I asked, starting to be puzzled by his apparent lack of concern.
I felt him shrug. "I'm always interested in everything you do-but you don't have to tell me unless you want to."
"But I went to La Push."
"I know."
"And I ditched school."
"So did I."
I stared toward the sound of his voice, tracing his features with my fingers, trying to understand his mood. "Where did all this tolerance come from?" I demanded.
He sighed.
"I decided that you were right. My problem before was more about my . . . prejudice against werewolves than anything else. I'm going to try to be more reasonable and trust your judgment. If you say it's safe, then I'll believe you."
"Wow."
"And . . . most importantly . . . I'm not willing to let this drive a wedge between us."