Chapter 13 Teaser

Edward was just walking in the door and I almost ran right into him. The moment I smelled him I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest.

“Hey,” he laughed. “How’d it go?”

I felt the warm tears start to slip down my cheeks and onto his shirt.

“That good huh?” His voice turned serious as he pulled me out the door.

We walked in silence back to his studio.

“She said I sucked,” I whispered.

“I doubt she said that Bella.” He sat down on the futon and pulled me down beside him.

“She might as well have.” I leaned into his shoulder and closed my eyes.

He turned his head and kissed my cheek. “Will you dance for me?”

I shook my head. The last thing I wanted to do right now is dance. I would feel like the person who keeps bringing over food after they tell you you’re the worst cook in the world.

“Please?” He brushed his lips just below my ear and trailed down to my neck. “Please Bella…” He swiped his tongue across my skin and I shivered.

“Okay,” I stuttered. “Only if you do.”

“You want me to dance?” He pulled back and laughed. I nodded and stood up. “Bella I don’t fucking dance.”

“Please?” I leaned down and kissed him. “Please Edward…”

Do you think we'll see Graffitiward attempt some ballet? Would be verah interesting ; )

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Chapter 12 Teaser

I can’t believe I just said that. If the look on Edward’s face was any indication of how flustered he was, my insides were about a thousand times worse. What the fuck? That just wasn’t really like me. I wonder where the hell it came from.

I tugged him down the alley, giving my beet red face some time to recover. He pulled at his tie, loosening it up enough that he hung limply against his chest.

He stopped us about halfway down the alley and nodded towards the building. It was fairly simple. Just ‘AM’ painted in block letters, but there was still something exquisitely beautiful about it. I cocked my head to the side and took it all in. I’d seen plenty of graffiti before but there was something about Edward’s work that always had that extra something. Almost like you could feel what he was feeling when he did it, or at least what he wanted you to believe he was feeling.

“This was the first one I did in New York…” He mumbled. “I was so used to doing mostly tags back in L.A. that it just felt comfortable to do it.”

“Tags?” I turned towards him.

“Yeah it’s kind of like…a signature for a graffiti artist. Sometimes like you’re claiming it, identifying yourself to the world. It’s called a tag or tagging.”

“Interesting. How did you get started? I mean…the first night you ever painted. Why’d you do it?”

His brow furrowed for a long time before he answered. “I don’t know…I mean I’d gotten in a huge fight with my dad over med school and the fact that I wasn’t going. I went for a walk to blow off some steam and ended up in what I thought was the wrong side of town at the time.” He leaned back against the building. “I saw a guy painting down by the train tracks and for some reason I just sat and watched him for the rest of the night. He knew I was there, but he didn’t say a word. He just painted and I watched. The next night I showed up and he offered me a can.” He shrugged. “I guess it just provided some kind of release for me. I never thought my life would turn out like this. Just…wandering around clueless without any direction”

“This doesn’t look like wandering around clueless to me. This looks like you know what you want. And not all who wander are lost.”

“You stole that from J.R. Tolkien,” he said, laughing a little under his breath. “I didn’t take you for a Lord of the Rings person.”

“I’m not. My dad is. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice and just think I’m brilliant.”