Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

We shower together. We watch the last Harry Potter movie on the couch together. We go to bed together.

Neither of us says a fucking word about tomorrow.

Fuck, when did I become a coward?

Bella is sound asleep in my bed. In my arms.

It's a scene straight out of a movie. The moonlight is pouring over her closed eyes. Her chest rises and falls with steady inhales and exhales.

She looks comfortable.

Safe.

Certain.

Okay, she's asleep. She may be dreaming, but she's not thinking anything.

I don't want a divorce.

But I've been pushing her too fucking hard.

I can't do that here.

I need to listen to what she wants.

I should wake her up. Insist we deal with this now.

But I can't bring myself to do it.

Tomorrow.

We'll talk about this first thing tomorrow.

Before the ball is in motion.

Before this is over forever.

Sleep eludes me. Sometime around five a.m., I get up. I head to the gym down the street to sweat out all my thoughts. I head home. I shower.

I down several cups of coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon.

None of it tastes like anything.

None of it wakes me up.

Fuck, loving someone is difficult. I'm actually nervous. I can't remember the last time I was nervous about anything.

I watch the sun climb into the sky. It casts everything in an orange glow. Then it's that soft blue light of dawn.

In the bedroom, Bella stirs.

A few moments later, she opens the door and steps into the main room.

Her eyes meet mine. She stares at me like I have the power to crush her heart into a thousand tiny pieces.

Fuck.

I'm staring back with exactly the same expression.