“Are you working for Aro?” I lift my gaze and ask him point blank.
He pauses, caught up inside his head trying to find an appropriate answer. His hesitation is all the answer I need. I let my head fall and clench my eyes closed. How can I ever trust him again?
His hands settle at my hips. “It’s…” he clears his throat. “Complicated.”
I refuse to open my eyes or lift my head from its bowed position. “Everything about you is complicated, Edward.” I whisper more to myself than to him. “Sometimes I wish I felt for Jasper at least half of what I feel for you. My life would be so much easier…” I shake my head.
“Yeah? Well sometimes I wish you never jumped off that swing.” He bends his body to hover over mine. His chest to my back, his lips at my ear, his hands on my waist. “I wish my mother had never drilled into my head ridiculous ideas about true love and following your heart and paying attention to the signs…”
I gulp and tense my shoulders when I feel his lips skim the back of my neck.