*Author's Note:

I do NOT own Twilight. Shocker, I know. I do, however, enjoy playing with Ms. Meyer's characters! They're just too damn sexy NOT to grease up, ink up, and sex up!

This is my first fanfiction submission, and I'm a bit nervous, but welcome any helpful encouragement or feedback!

PROLOGUE

*BPOV*

Fuck. My. Life.

And here he was, of all places, at the Forks Annual Festival. Why did I let them talk me into this stupid day? "It'll get your mind off of things," Alice had said. Right. Like my mind is capable of thinking of anything else but one particular gorgeous man and the things he does to my body with a mere breath in my direction. Here he is in all of his tan, toned, inked, muscled glory. Amber hair blazing in the sun, stirred by the ocean breezes and its own natural tendencies for disarray. And looking more like a Greek God than anyone has a right to. Ungh! Did he just run his fingers through that sex hair? Of course he did. Would anyone notice if I dipped him in the carmel apple sauce and offered to lick him off? It would be like, a good deed or something, right?

And who is my completely unattainable Adonis sitting next to on the now holy shrine of picnic tables? No other than my almost 7 foot tall, equally muscled, olive skinned, childhood friend, Jake. With heads bowed down toward one another, talking feverishly, about what I can only imagine. I doubt their conversation has much to do with Rose's famous coconut pie or Alice's color coordinated picnic ware. Nope. This looked like the kind of conversation that can mean nothing good for a girl like me.

From my stance at the edge of the park, not too far from where the youngest Forks locals are competing to see who can spin the fastest on the tire swing, not too far away from Mrs. Newton's doily and craft booth, not too far from the Dunk A Police Officer Fundraiser Booth, nor too far from where Jasper and Emmitt are strategizing about how much they can eat at one day-long festival, I can see Edward's eyebrows furrow. His shining emerald eyes black as pitch and… Crap… zoned in on ME!

Jacob too is glancing in my direction, looking up every now and then from his position above Edward's shoulder. Jake has a small smirk on his lips as he leans closer to Mr. Sex Hair himself and whispers something else. Whatever this last hushed message had been from my childhood friend, Edward's eyes blazed with a new intensity. His forearms flexed and his jaw snapped shut. Too quickly Edward turns to Jake and mumbles something before standing up from their picnic table tête-à-tête. Maybe he just wants a corndog, I tell myself.

Edward folds and unfolds his beautiful, magical hands around the beer bottle he's holding. Oh, to be that beer bottle! Observing the way his fingers roll the bottle I am lost for a moment, as is my concern for anything Jake could've told him. I become mesmerized by those hands, remembering the ways they touched me, the way he touched me. My body remembering the deep parts of me that were both healed and awakened by those touches. I can't help but wonder about where else those godly hands might go next. Maybe if I begged? And then there is a rush of blood to my face as I feel the arousal pool between my thighs and my nipples harden at the memory. Stupid, girl. Calm yourself! This is a family festival.

Oh shit! My Adonis is walking closer now. Strutting really. Head cocked, sexy crooked damn smile back on his chiseled, flawless face. The only reason I snap out of my daydream-worship of his hands is because the objects of my fantasies have now swung backwards, out of view, looped casually into the back pockets of his button fly jeans. As I follow the motion of his hands, I'm left trying not to stare at how perfectly his worn, holey jeans fit just right below his hips and stretch across his thighs. My eyes flow upward, appreciating how his soft, worn in t-shirt moves across his chiseled chest and broad shoulders. He catches me staring and lets out a low chuckle.

My Adonis speaks. "Bella."

I. Am. So. Fucked.