BELLA'S POV I don’t know why my heart is beating this fast, or why I’m suddenly so nervous during the ride back, but something about tonight feels different. Like the air around us has shifted in a way I can’t explain. Derek calls his driver to come pick us up, and not long after, we’re on our way to his house. The drive is quiet, but not uncomfortable, the silence between us feels heavy with things neither of us is ready to say aloud and every now and then, I catch him glancing at me, and each time he does, my stomach twists. By the time we arrive, my nerves are stretched thin. “Do you want anything before you sleep?” he asks as we step through the entrance of the house. “Oh, no. I’m good,” I answer quickly. “I just need a change of clothes.” “Okay, give me a minute. You can use the room down the hall, it has its own bathroom, and my stu
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