A/N: Twilight does not belong to me.

Do you believe in love at first sight? I don't. That is, I never did. Until that moment I started walking down the aisle. I see you standing there in your beautiful black suit with an orchid pinned to your lapel.

Am I imagining it? Am I imagining your quick intake of breath when your eyes meet mine? Is it wishful thinking that you are watching every step I make towards the altar, your smile growing brighter with each heel click?

I hope not.

I hope I'm not alone in these thoughts, these feelings. With the first glance, my world tilted on its axis. My heart began to race, my palms started sweating through the satin ribbon winding around my bouquet.

Do you feel it to?

As I stand at the altar, a mantra starts running through my head. "You are not yet married. You are not yet married." I glance at my fiancé. Nothing is amiss.

Your green eyes compel me to meet your gaze again.

"Hi," you mouth silently. That's my new favorite word.

"Hi," I whisper back.

The music changes and the march begins. As the maid of honor, I should be watching the bride. Truth be told, she's beautiful. I saw that before the ceremony. Before my life irrevocably changed.

I cannot watch the bride. You dazzle me. I cannot tear my eyes away from you. Do you feel the same? You should be watching Rose glide down the aisle, but you're staring at me. Our eyes have not drifted these long, few minutes.

Rose arrives at the altar, and my view is obstructed by her voluminous tulle veil. I surreptitiously step to the side to see you again. You have done the same.

Why? Is it at all possible that you feel this too?

Our eyes meet again. Your breath quickens.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…."

I tune out the minister, but the words still resonate.

Beloved.

Are you my beloved? Is that why I keep forgetting to breathe?

Your eyes reveal nothing, and everything. What is your name? What is your favorite color? Your favorite book, food, film? Will you dream of me tonight? I want to run my tongue along the sharp line of your jaw – will you let me?

I watch as your eyes finally break from mine. Remembering where I was, I manage to take Rose's flowers as she clasps hands with her beloved.

Miraculously, the ceremony continues. I look back across the aisle, but your eyes are no longer on mine. You're staring at the soft white orchid anchored in my hair, the twin of your boutonniere. I watch as your eyes travel down. I can feel your gaze intensify as you reach my shoulders.

I take a quivering breath. Did you see that? You did. Your eyes darken and I feel the heat intensify further.

This is quickly turning into the most erotic experience of my life.

As your eyes travel down to my chest, my waist, my legs, I feel myself grown damp. Mistakenly, I look at your hands clutched together in front of you. Now all I can imagine is your fingers reaching up under my midnight blue silk gown and slowly, oh so slowly, whispering my panties down my legs.

There's an unfamiliar liquid pull in my belly. No one has ever brought these feelings out in me before. What are you doing to me? Do you feel this heat, this passion from eight feet away? I take in your face once more. A bead of sweat runs down your temple. I meet your eyes again, and gasp at the desire I see.

Something pokes me in my left rib, and I am on the receiving end of a glare from my other best friend and fellow bridesmaid, Alice.

"And I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss your bride."

Kiss. Oh, God, the word requires me to look at your mouth, those lips. They look soft, and entirely too lickable. You take a breath, and your lips part. I want to dart my tongue inside your mouth and taste you. If at all possible, I grow more aroused. My nipples tighten against the blue silk, and I inwardly groan.

Thanks to Alice alerting me to where I was, I manage to hand Rose's bouquet back to her. Her sweet smile makes me feel guilty for missing her wedding.

But this is quickly becoming the most important day of my life. I fell in love at first sight, and I'll be breaking off my engagement. Even if nothing ever happens with mystery-man, there's no way I can marry Jacob. He has never looked at me like this, never made me feel like the center of the universe. Never made my heart race with a single look. I am addicted to these feelings, my own personal heroin. Are we even in love, or are we together out of habit?

The recessional starts, and I quickly realize what's about to happen.

I am the maid of honor.

He's the groom's best man.

We have to take three steps, meet in the middle, and take hold of one another to walk back up the aisle.

I have to touch him.

I don't think I can do it. There are battles waging inside me.

I take the first step.

Part of me wants to gather up this ridiculous skirt, and run out of the chapel screaming. Can I handle this unknown?

My feet move again.

Part of me craves that look in your eyes, and I know I will never be leaving your side again.

We are face to face, a breath apart. Never leaving my eyes, you lift your palm to me. I take your hand, and time stops. I hear nothing but the beating of my heart in my ears. Your skin is touching mine. That's all I can think, all I can feel.

Hours later we'll look back on this moment and wonder what it looked like. Two hundred fifty pairs of eyes just watched the world change forever. Did they see fireworks too? Did they feel the earth shift?

In an untraditional move, our hands stay joined tightly as we walked up the aisle, our eyes never parting.

Finally, we arrive. You break my gaze to look around, and then quickly pull me to a nearby stairwell. I take a breath, so anxious … what is going to happen? My life has already been altered – what if he doesn't feel this too? What if he has a girlfriend, a wife, is gay? What will I do if the love of my life doesn't love me in return?

"Bella," he whispers.

Huh? How does he know my name? The confused look on my face gives me away.

"You're Bella, Rose's best friend. I'm Emmett's brother, Edward."

I stare. "Edward," I whisper in return. "Why haven't we met before today?" I wonder aloud.

"I don't know, Bella, but there's something I've got to ask you…" He glances to the floor, and for the first time since our eyes met, he looks nervous.

"Bella…do you believe in love at first sight?"

I respond the only way I can. Dropping my bouquet to the floor, I run my hands up his arms, over biceps that feel like stone. Over his shoulders, around his neck, my fingers bury in his soft bronze hair. As I feel his hands grasp my waist, I raise my lips to his. With a murmur of "yes," I finally kiss this man. My man. Edward.

My love.