Cold Nights- Bella POV

[Dean Ficco]

I softly kicked my feet at the quilt wrapped around me. It's presence was at minimum, unsatisfactory. . The quilt was a compromise and although it was necessary for both my health and comfort I disliked it. No matter how close I was allowed, that was possible, I was not the slightest bit appeased. I pressed my head to the cold stone chest that was undoubtedly Edward Cullen, his smooth fingertips moved up my back to entangle in my hair. I took a deep breath taking his scent in, my eyes automatically closing with its ubiquity. I could feel my brows furrow as my face pressed into him. "Sleep." His voice penetrated the darkness with a sort of belonging that made my heart blister with twice as many beats. He didn't say anything but words weren't always necessary with Edward. His muscles tensed underneath me in responce, the stone hardening to an impossible density. I gripped on to his thin T-shirt, my head shaking just enough to be noticed. "I'm not tired." It sounded more like a demand than a fact and in comparison to his voice sounded entirely too loud. He brushes his lips against my head and started to hum softly into my hair. My lullaby. Once again my body betrayed me and I was asleep.