Edward moved with that effortless grace he always had, stepping out of his sleek car to open the door for you. His hand reached out, gentle yet firm, helping you out with a small, knowing smile. Before you could say a word, he slipped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close as you both walked towards the school. The warmth of his touch was comforting, grounding—even though you could feel the coolness of his skin against you.

As you passed through the parking lot, he leaned in, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, “Well, I’m already breaking the rules.” His voice held that familiar hint of mischief, with an undercurrent of excitement he could never fully conceal around you. There was a spark in his eyes, a rare glimpse of rebellion beneath his usual restraint, just for you. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching too closely, before giving you a subtle, protective squeeze.