Chapter 402 - Roller coaster (1/2)

”What does he want now?” She had muttered to herself deliberately taking her sweet time to get dressed.

Now that she knew it wasn't an armed killer out her front door, she felt safe. Even safer knowing exactly who it was on her porch.

On her way down the steps, Amy had peeked in to see that her baby brother was still sleeping.

Edward's fist had created such raucous that she wouldn't be surprised if Gu, normally a deep sleeper, would be wide awake. To her surprise though, he wasn't.

So, she'd continued in careful, tentative steps to the door wondering why exactly Edward had returned to her house after their row.

Now, as she stared at him from her hiding place behind the door, Amy couldn't help the butterflies swimming in the bottomless ocean of her abdomen.

”What do you want?” Amy asked again after a few beats when Edward still hadn't said anything.

”You,” was all he growled before pushing her backward into the house.

Without a chance for reaction, Amy's face was locked between two warm palms before her lips got carried into the mix. Soft, wet lips closed around her full pouty ones, gently at first before his tongue darted out to pull the bottom one in.

For the first intimate seconds of the lip embrace Amy was Edward's puppet, dancing along to the pull of his mouth strings.

He had her so lost in the euphoric feeling of having his lips on —for the second time that night— that it was only when Edward's straying hands roamed their way to her behind did Amy finally jolt out of whatever trance kissing had put her in.

”No. No, you don't get to yell at me and manhandle me and expect that everything will be alright. I won't be played like that.”

Amy's c.h.e.s.t was heaving and her reddened lips wobbly even as she addressed her feelings to Edward whose flushed expression wasn't different from hers.

There was a sigh of exasperation; Edward closed his eyes against the image of the most beautiful woman —as he had often referred to Amy I'm conversations with his guys— to berate himself, even if silently.

When he opened his eyes again, she was still staring at him, patiently waiting for him to explain why he had returned to her house.

”I'm not trying to manhandle you, Amy. I'm trying to protect you.”

As Edward spoke, Amy could see the vulnerability in his eyes but she didn't let herself be moved by it. She had to put her foot down and show Edward how upset she was about his behaviour.

”Protect me from what?” she asked in a voice that would have been louder if it were any other time of the day. ”I'm not your...your...um...” Amy struggled for the word to use, ”...anything,” she finally settled for. ”It's not your job to protect me. I can take care of myself.”