Chapter 1

Went out last night

Oh God, someone make it stop. I thought to myself as bits and pieces of last night came flooding back.

I grew irritated as I remembered the events that led me to feel like I had gotten run over by a Jack Daniels truck.

"Rosalie" I said her name like it was a disease. She had been the one who drug me out last night. She insisted that I had been wallowing over my break up with Jacob, and felt that a little bar hopping would cure all my problems. What a hooker.

"Wallowing never hurt me as bad as this hangover, Mrs. One more round."

I didn't realize I had said this out loud until I had heard a velvety voice laugh from the corner of my bedroom.

My eyes shot open instantly. Wait why, am I on the couch? I looked at the Greek god who was placing a cup of coffee on my table then at my surroundings. I was trying to figure this out.

"Bella, do you..."

"SHHH---" I silenced him. He was talking much too loudly and my head couldn't take it. I also needed a few minutes to try and remember what had happened last night.

I remember shots, lots and lots of shots. I remember dancing. I remember crying. Oh man, I cried, that sucks. I remembered more shots, yet I don't remember going home. I tried to sift through the fuzzy memories, I had a vague recollection of green eyes over here, being at the club but I had no idea why he was here now.

I felt my stomach drop as I saw my bra draped over my television set.

"Oh shit, oh crap, damn it." I groaned, throwing my head against the couch, which only caused me to remember my now throbbing headache.

I heard my new favorite voice laugh again. How could I not remember sleeping with this man, he's perfection.

"I had nothing to do with that." He said with both his hands raised.

"So we didn't…?"

"Not at all."

"Thank God!"I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ouch" he said with wide eyes.

Uh oh I bruised Adonis' ego. "No, I just mean that I'm not normally that type of girl."

He nodded in understanding.

"Not that I'm not relieved but why didn't we?" Wow, did I just ask him that, look at him and look at me, obviously I know why he wouldn't want to.

He laughed slightly uncomfortably. "Well, call me old fashioned, but I wasn't raised to think it was appropriate to sleep with a woman who was unconscious."

Oh fantastic could this become any more embarrassing? "I was unconscious?" I questioned with my hand over my mouth.

"m'hmm" he smiled and I felt my knees go weak, stupid knees."

"So why did you stay?"

"Because you asked me to." He answered quietly.

We stared at each other for a moment before his phone rang. "Hey Sadie." He spoke with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me, I have to take this." He told me while covering the mouth piece.

Ugh of course he's taken. Why wouldn't he have a girlfriend? Well maybe there just friends.

Get real, Bella! The man's bone structure alone has to have a girlfriend.

"Sorry about that, where were we?" Mr. Perfect asked returning from his phone call?

I laughed. "Oh we were just in the middle of embarrassing me to the point of death."

"Well then we better stop, although seeing that beautiful blush again would almost make it worth it."

I felt my cheeks flood with warmth, as he chuckled at my response.

"Bella, would you like to go to breakfast with me?"

"I don't even know your name." my voice and my brain said. Another part of me, however, wanted to tell him that the only way I would have breakfast is if I could eat it off his chest.

"I'm Edward, Edward Cullen." I almost laughed at his James bond response. James Bond never looked that good.

"Okay, why would you want to go to breakfast with me Mr. Cullen?"

"Why not?" He said in a serious tone.

I got lost in his emerald eyes and somehow I couldn't think of a single reason not to go.

"Why not?" I said with a positive nod.

*****

We headed to a small café outside of Forks and began discussing all the details of our lives.

"So you don't live here in Washington?" Edward asked confused.

"Nope, I'm from here but I moved out to L.A. as soon as I graduated high school." I answered honestly.

Edward turned more serious as he questioned my reasons for leaving "So did you have dreams of being an actress?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought. "No. Not at all, I had dreams of sunshine."

"I just needed to get away, I guess I wanted more than what I felt this place had to offer. I was young and the small town life made me feel claustrophobic. It's funny because now there are times when I miss the slower pace and the kindness of the people."

I started to slip into a cheesy state of nostalgia filled with Sunday suppers and small town parades. Thankfully Edward spoke up and kept me from taking a sappy trip down memory lane.

"Wait I'm confused. If you live in California, whose house did I sleep in last night?"

The look on his face was priceless. He looked like his brain was going to start smoking if he tried any harder to figure things out. I put him out of his misery quickly.

"It's my house, well technically it is. I however still think of it as my father's house. He moved in with his second wife a few years ago and since he owned the house he signed it over to me. I think it was really just a way to get me to come home more often."

"Do you and you're father not have a good relationship?"

"No, we're fine. Charlie just doesn't agree with my choices."

"What he doesn't think its right for a young lady such as yourself to wake up with men you don't even know?" He smirked.

Oh pretty boy's got jokes. "No, smartass, it's not about that." I said matter-of-factly.

He laughed, okay then enlighten me.

"My father doesn't like my choice of life-style. He thinks that at eighteen I should have stayed in Washington went to college here. He didn't understand my desire to get a degree in English and become a writer; he says I need 'a real job.' His biggest problem though is that now, at twenty-five, I'm not married and haven't reproduced."

Edward just nodded looking thoughtful.

"So tell me about you Edward?"

"Well I'm twenty-seven and I'm a doctor."

"Wow way to bare your soul there Dr. Cullen."

He laughed loudly. "I guess you're right, and please, please don't call me Dr. Cullen. That's my father, I'm Edward."

Oh my God!

"You're father is Dr. Cullen, Dr. Carlisle Cullen?" Now who sounded like 007?

Edward chuckled looking at the pancakes in front of him. "I take it you know him?"

"Uh yeah. I'm a bit of a klutz and he stitched me up on a regular basis. I used to have the biggest crush on him"

Way to go Bella, you did not just say that!

"Believe it or not, that is not the first time I've heard that." He smiled slightly.

"Wait so do I know you, I mean your family lives in Forks so…"

"I doubt it. I went through a rebellious phase when I was young and left to live with my grandparents in Chicago."

We spent the next two hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time. I had never felt so comfortable talking to a man in my whole life. I could get used to this. Who would have thought that a man this gorgeous would be equally interesting? I found myself wanting to know everything about him. What his child hood was like, how he took his steak, did he prefer Tommy Boy or Black Sheep, I wanted to know everything.

We arrived back at the house midday.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" I questioned him hopefully.

"I'll come in but, I don't drink tea." He said with a somewhat cocky smirk.

"Good, I don't have any tea anyway." I teased in a flirty fashion. Flirting was normally not my best skill but I couldn't help but give it a shot. I must have done alright because he took my hand as we headed toward the door.

We made our way into the living room and I went and got me and Edward a glass of wine.

As we sat on the couch we picked our conversation back up in an easy manner.

"So are you seeing anyone?" I finally found the nerve to ask. I sat nervously waiting for an answer.

"Well there is this one woman I met at a bar last night." I swear to God his eyes twinkled when he said this.

"Oh really?" I questioned unconsciously leaning closer. My eyes were locked with his and I could feel something pulling us toward each other.

"Yeah, she's probably the most beautiful women I've ever had the pleasure of seeing."

He brushed my brown hair away from my eye and brought his lips to meet mine.

I felt a fire between us and opened my mouth slightly. He took the invitation and began gently exploring my mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed along my ribs, before he brought his right hand to my face, grazing my cheek with is thumb.

Before I knew what was happening he pulled me on top of him and our kisses became more intense and passionate.

"Bella?" Edward questioned asking for permission.

"Why Not" I whispered before bringing my lips back to his.