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“How did this happen?” I grumbled. “I thought I was holding my own tonight — for once — and now, all of a sudden —” “You’re engaged,” he finished. “Ew!Please don’t say that out loud.” “Are you going back on your word?” he demanded. He pulled away to read my face. His expression was entertained. He was having fun. I glared at him, trying to ignore the way his smile made my heart react. “Are you?” he pressed. “Ugh!” I groaned. “No. I’m not. Are you happy now?” His smile was blinding. “Exceptionally.” I groaned again. “Aren’t you happy at all?” He kissed me again before I could answer. Another too-persuasive kiss. “A little bit,” I admitted when I could speak. “But not about getting married.” He kissed me another time. “Do you get the feeling that everything is backward?” he laughed in my ear. “Traditionally, shouldn’t you be arguing my side, and I yours?” “There isn’t much that’s traditional about you and me.” “True.” He kissed me again, and kept going until my heart was racing and my skin was flushed. “Look, Edward,” I murmured, my voice wheedling, when he paused to kiss the palm of my hand. “I said I would marry you, and I will. I promise. I swear. If you want, I’ll sign a contract in my own blood.” “Not funny,” he murmured against the inside of my wrist. “What I’m saying is this — I’m not going to trick you or anything. You know me better than that. So there’s really no reason to wait. We’re completely alone — how often does that happen? — and you’ve provided this very large and comfortable bed. . . .” “Not tonight,” he said again. “Don’t you trust me?” “Of course I do.” Using the hand that he was still kissing, I pulled his face back up to where I could see his expression.