Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or it's characters. Wish I owned Edward, but alas, I am not quite so lucky ...

Author's Note: This is my first ever Twilight fic, I usually write fanfics for a movie called Newsies. This picks up right where the book left off, literally. And this first chapter is really just an intro to get you used to my writing style.This isthe story of Edward and Bella after they have faced the trials of falling in love for the first time. Edward has a secret no one but Alice knows about. When he asks Bella to come with him, making perhaps the greatest sacrifice of her young life, will she do it? I'm really not good with summaries, but can you tell I was trying to make it suspenseful? Good, lol, now please read, and if you read, review. Feedback is my absolute favorite part. Thank you.

Driving home that night was a quiet affair. I came to realize quickly with Edward that there were times when he couldn't keep his mouth shut to save his life, and other times, he just liked to sit quietly. Listen to the sounds of the evening. Think. Wonder. Experience. Be.

I couldn't help piping up, however. "Edward?" I said softly, so as to not pull him from his musings too abruptly.

"Hmmm?" he asked. He didn't take his eyes from the road, which meant that he really was thinking deeply about something.

"You were right, I had a very good time tonight," I said gratefully. "Thank you for taking me."

Whatever he had been pondering so intently slipped away through the open window, and he glanced over at me in the passenger seat. His smile was so sincere. It positively glowed in the moonlight. "I'm so glad, Bella," he said softly. In a movement quite invisible to me, his hand was out and stroking my cheek delicately.

I smiled back. It was all I could do – quite incapable of speech so long as he was touching me.

We drove longer in silence, trees andthe headlights of passing carsrushing past us. I was replaying the whole evening in my head. The way Edward had looked when he'd shown up at my door in his shiny tux; the way we danced, so graceful in his arms; the way all the other students watched me, clearly envious; the way I still could not find a single flaw in Edward.

Suddenly we were in my driveway, and Edward was standing outside my door, arms extended, waiting to carry me to the front porch. More smiling on my part. Once there, we sat on the little swing Charlie had set up a few summers back. My hand was resting in Edward's lap; he was tracing designs into my palm with his slim fingers.

"That tickles," I giggled in protest.

Edward laughed under his breath. "Sorry," he said lightly, not taking his eyes from my hand. "I suppose I've forgotten what ticklish feels like." His mouth was still smiling, but weakly, and there was deep sadness in his voice.

I cocked my head, worry creasing my face. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

He looked puzzled for a moment, as if even he weren't sure of the answer. Suddenly he chuckled – clearly a cover up – and looked back towards me. "Nothing," he told me sweetly. His eyes were so light, so easy to fall into. I knew he was trying to dazzle me. I would have none of it. As hard as it was, I looked away.

"No," I told him. "I thought we were way past this Edward," I reasoned.

He sighed deeply. "Oh Bella," his words were tired, lost, gone. "Everything is so simple for you, isn't it?"

I was lost. He kept talking.

"'I thought we were past this Edward'? It's not always that easy, Bella."

He spoke as if he were addressing a child. I hated it when he did that. I pouted. "So you are saying you can't talk to me now?"

"No," Edward corrected sternly, warning me not to go in that direction. "I just mean that you seem to have set rules. We passed the phase in our relationship long ago where we kept things from each other. Does that mean now that I am not allowed a single solitary thought to myself?"

I couldn't help it.It sounded bad, like he was keeping things from me. He could see it in my face, and took my hand, scooting closer to me. "Bella, no," he said softly. "I didn't mean it that way. Come here." His voice was so smooth, so clear and beautiful. I felt him guiding my body towards him, and I was powerless to resist. I laid my head down in his lap, curling my legs up onto the swing. Instantly his scent was working its magic on me. I felt dizzy and giddy, as if a strong dose of Novocain were flowing through my veins, affecting every sense. I couldn't fight anymore. "There now," he cooed, "Better?"

I nodded against his thighs. He was playing with my hair, taking out all the bobby-pins from the up-do I'd sported that evening. Gently combing through all the hairspray and gel. It was a weakness of mine. I loved it when people played with my hair. My mother used to do it as a child; once I was in bed, my hair still damp from my nightly bath, she'd brush it with her fingers. I'd lie on my stomach, and she would wind strands around her fingers, braid some pieces and then unbraid them, stroke my wet hair flat against my back. In much the same way, Edward was fingering my hair now. It made me so comfortable; I could feel my eyes closing, the darkness settling in around me. The last thing I remember was his wonderful smell floating around my head, and his soft-as-a-whisper laughter: "Sleep well, my Bella."

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