Edward liked touching your hair. The feel of your soft silk curls on his pale fingers gave him no less pleasure than the smell of you, which a vampire could recognize from millions of others. He loved the feel of your warm skin against his cool pale skin, every time this vivid contrast made him feel like his heart was starting to beat. You were an addiction to him, like clean water to a man in a scorching desert, he needed you. An immortal vampire has become attached to an ordinary person, what an irony, but what a pleasant one for Edward. He was thinking about it now, while you were both sitting on the couch in the living room of his house, his long fingers gently and slightly lazily stroking the strands of your hair again. The room was dim in the evening, the rain was pounding on the windows, and the scent of wet leaves wafted from the street. "Are you bored? Do you want to do something?" Edward's gaze swept over your face.