Situation Update (May 9th)

Hey, everyone.

Chapter eight of Camisado is now 6500 words long and almost finished (I have one and a half more scenes to write), but it may not be posted tonight as JMCullen has hurt her back and I don't want to add to the problem by asking her to beta the chapter for me until I know she's better. I hope you'll understand and accept my apologies.

To appease you all somewhat, I may post random lines from the chapter during the course of the night over on my twitter - if some of you can work out what's going on, I'll be very impressed.

Thanks again!

Sophy xoxo

Chapter Eight - When He's Looking, She Falls Apart (Teaser #3)

“The swelling’s gone down a bit,” he mused, gently running his fingers over the top of my foot.

“Yeah. They don’t hurt quite as much anymore. I think that’s down to Didyme’s pills though,” I replied, still not able to look him in the eye.

“I guess me dragging you out to dance probably didn’t help though,” he said, sounding kind of sad.

“No, um…” I tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ear, staring down at his hand. “I liked dancing with you.”

He sighed softly. “And I you.”

He raised my foot slightly with one hand, then carefully positioned the shoe with his other one, glancing up at me for reassurance before slowly starting to push it onto my foot. I grimaced as the most swollen section of my toes squeezed into the shoe, but quickly covered it, gritting my teeth until the rest of the shoe was completely on.

“There,” he murmured, gazing up at me. I glanced down into his eyes, hyperaware of the way his hand was still cupping my calf, how strange it was to see him down on one knee like that… I looked away.

Edward cleared his throat slightly again and stood up, his hand accidentally grazing the outside of my thigh as he did so. I gasped softly as a new wave of memories washed over me, triggered by his touch.

Hands, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, helping set a rhythm that had us both gasping. Me, falling forwards, catching myself – just barely – with my hands. His lips, seeking mine. My hair, creating a curtain around our faces. Just me and him. Eyes locked.

Inhaling sharply, I looked up at him, and was surprised to see him staring at his hand like he’d somehow burned it. “I-”

Chapter Eight - When He's Looking, She Falls Apart (Teaser #2)

I groaned under my breath. Great, yet another reason for Edward to be pissed at me.

“Why would I be pissed at you?”

I startled at the sound of Edward’s voice, almost crumpling to the floor in my haste to stand up.

“H-hi,” I choked out, grimacing as I swayed on the spot, completely overcome by dizziness since I’d stood up way more quickly than I should have.

“How’s your head?” he asked, looking at me through the mirror as he squirted some toothpaste on his brush.

“It’s okay, I guess,” I replied truthfully. “Thanks for leaving me the tablets.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed through a mouthful of toothpaste as he began to brush his teeth. I knew I should probably do the same – my mouth tasted disgusting – but couldn’t bring myself to move any closer to him just yet.

“Edward? Can I, um… Can I ask you a question?” I eventually asked once he’d almost finished brushing, looking down at my hands as I shifted nervously.

“Mm.” He held his finger up, signaling for me to wait a few moments, then finished rinsing his mouth out before turning round to face me. “Go ahead.”

Here goes nothing...

Chapter Eight - When He's Looking, She Falls Apart (Pic Tease)

Chapter Eight - When He's Looking, She Falls Apart (Teaser)

Deciding not to drag the inevitable out any longer, I swung my aching legs over the side of the bed and pushed myself up until I was standing. I took my first step towards the bathroom, feeling a familiar yet strange aching between my thighs as I did so. I took another… then another… Fuck me sideways. It took much more than just one finger to cause this kind of ache.

Had Edward and I really…?

I looked down at myself, as if I’d somehow manage to find some sign revealing the truth about what had happened last night, then cursed myself for being so foolish. Sex with Edward… well, that was huge (no pun intended, though from what I could remember, it was the truth), and for me to not be sure…

I slipped my hands down my body and between my legs, then gasped when a hazy memory came flooding back to me.

His hands, holding me so tight… fingers rubbing against me… eyes locked on mine…

All the air seemed to just… rush from my lungs, leaving me gasping from shock and, dare I say it, arousal? Jesus, had I really…?

There was only one way to find out.