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.But it was Edward out there, so I whispered the words “Don’t be a coward” under my breath and scrambled to my feet.I hitched the towel tighter under my arms and marched determinedly from the bathroom.Past the suitcase full of lace and the big bed without looking at either.Out the open glass door onto the powder-fine sand.Everything was black-and-white, leached colorless by the moon.I walked slowly across the warm powder, pausing beside the curved tree where he had left his clothes.I laid my hand against the rough bark and checked my breathing to make sure it was even.Or even enough.I looked across the low ripples, black in the darkness, searching for him.He wasn’t hard to find.He stood, his back to me, waist deep in the midnight water, staring up at the oval moon.The pallid light of the moon turned his skin a perfect white, like the sand, like the moon itself, and made his wet hair black as the ocean.He was motionless, his hands resting palms down against the water; the low waves broke around him as if he were a stone.I stared at the smooth lines of his back, his shoulders, his arms, his neck, the flawless shape of him.…The fire was no longer a flash burn across my skin—it was slow and deep now; it smoldered away all my awkwardness, my shy uncertainty.I slipped the towel off without hesitation, leaving it on the tree with his clothes, and walked out into the white light; it made me pale as the snowy sand, too.I couldn’t hear the sound of my footsteps as I walked to the water’s edge, but I guessed that he could.Edward did not turn.I let the gentle swells break over my toes, and found that he’d been right about the temperature—it was very warm, like bath water.I stepped in, walking carefully across the invisible ocean floor, but my care was unnecessary; the sand continued perfectly smooth, sloping gently toward Edward.I waded through the weightless current till I was at his side, and then I placed my hand lightly over his cool hand lying on the water.“Beautiful,” I said, looking up at the moon, too.“It’s all right,” he answered, unimpressed.He turned slowly to face me; little waves rolled away from his movement and broke against my skin.His eyes looked silver in his ice-colored face.He twisted his hand up so that he could twine our fingers beneath the surface of the water.It was warm enough that his cool skin did not raise goose bumps on mine.“But I wouldn’t use the word beautiful,” he continued.“Not with you standing here in comparison.”I half-smiled, then raised my free hand—it didn’t tremble now—and placed it over his heart.White on white; we matched, for once.He shuddered the tiniest bit at my warm touch.His breath came rougher now.“I promised we would try,” he whispered, suddenly tense.“If… if I do something wrong, if I hurt you, you must tell me at once.”I nodded solemnly, keeping my eyes on his.I took another step through the waves and leaned my head against his chest.“Don’t be afraid,” I murmured.“We belong together.”I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words.This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter.It felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.“Forever,” he agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water.The sun, hot on the bare skin of my back, woke me in the morning.Late morning, maybe afternoon, I wasn’t sure.Everything besides the time was clear, though; I knew exactly where I was—the bright room with the big white bed, brilliant sunlight streaming through the open doors.The clouds of netting would soften the shine.I didn’t open my eyes.I was too happy to change anything, no matter how small.The only sounds were the waves outside, our breathing, my heartbeat.…I was comfortable, even with the baking sun.His cool skin was the perfect antidote to the heat.Lying across his wintry chest, his arms wound around me, felt very easy and natural.I wondered idly what I’d been so panicky about last night.My fears all seemed silly now.His fingers softly trailed down the contours of my spine, and I knew that he knew I was awake.I kept my eyes shut and tightened my arms around his neck, holding myself closer to him.He didn’t speak; his fingers moved up and down my back, barely touching it as he lightly traced patterns on my skin
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