As I was driving home I was already thinking about the next time I would see her, and talk to her. Thinking about touching her again, it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. Her skin was so soft and worm and the tingling electric buzz returned to me from time to time reminding me of how much I wanted to touch her again. Wrong. Not safe. So soft. So Warm. The conflict never ended. I drove around for a while just thinking, wondering, pondering, and remembering. I couldn't keep the smile off my face for long. Eventually I drove home.

Alice was waiting for me at the entrance; her thoughts quickly erased the smile of my face. Edward, I love her too, you can't let anything happen to her. I pushed her thoughts away not wanting to think about her visions, they were old and invalid. I would be strong enough; I willed that to be true now more than ever. I wish I could touch her or even kiss her without hurting her. Edward! Alice's thoughts shouted after me, but I wasn't ready for that confrontation. So, I went outside, to run, to feel the earth flying beneath me. My thoughts were swirling the whole time, divided between what I selfishly wanted and what was best for Bella. I was glad when it was late enough for me to go see Bella again.

I settled in the old rocking chair again letting her scent attack me, feeling the burn, I was getting use to it. And I was thinking about other hungers. Thinking about my lips on her skin, which was impossible. Which hunger will have the best of me? She called my name in her sleep, she was sleeping restlessly tonight, tossing from side to side sometimes I thought she was waking up. When the night was coming to an end I left reluctantly, but I was glad that soon she will be awake and sitting with me, and finally answering my questions. My curiosity burned more than thirst. I ran home eager only to be near Bella again. Alice gave me a severe look, but she was thinking about the fact that soon she will be friends with Bella. That disturbed me a little, wasn't one vampire bad enough? Although Bella didn't smell so sweet to all the others they still noticed, suddenly I wasn't sure if I could trust Alice. What a silly thought, I drove it out quickly. Idiot. Rosalie was thinking after me. She was irritating me with her thoughts about Bella, so I just tuned everyone out and hurried to the car. Hurried to see Bella again.

I saw that her father's car was there so I drove around waiting a little. I tracked his though his unclear thoughts and as soon as he drove to work, I drove the driveway of her house. After a few second Bella picked out the window, maybe to see if I was there. That thought made me hopeful again, made my heart swell with heat, and I drove all other thoughts out. I waited inside the car this time; I guessed that there is no need to ask if she wanted to drive with me this time. She pushed the door shyly, why did she do that? And stepped into the car. That was yet another yes; I couldn't get use to it. As soon as she was in the car sitting next to me the happiness overflowed me and drove away all other thoughts. I was getting used to the scent, and I was glad for that. "Good morning, how are you today?" I was thinking about her restless night and she did appear to be quite tired with dark circles under her eyes. "Good, thank you", she answered, her voices and her eyes looked warm, she was glad to see me, that made me feel like my heart could beat again, and I was more than glad to see her. "You look tired", commented as I looked at her face once more. "I couldn't sleep", she said shyly. She swung her hair over her shoulder, why did she do that? It covered some of her face, I wanted to move it away from her face, but that was dangerous moving my hand closer to her face, could make me want to touch her face even more. This was impossible. "Neither could I", I teased her as she already knew that detail about me. I started to drive, and then she laughed and said, "I guess that's right. I suppose I slept just a bit more then you did". That was right. "I'd wager you did."

"So what did you do last night?" she asked. I chuckled; I wasn't ready to tell her to find that little detail out, what I most often did at nights. "Not a chance. It's my day to ask the questions." Her curiosity has been saturated while mine was not even close. Her forehead creased she looked puzzled. "Oh, that's right. What do you want to know?"

In a flash of a second a hundred questions came to my head. I had no idea about any of her personal preferences, her life before she came to Forks, her family…. So many… I started with the most trivial one, I would build up to the point, but even this most trivial question was important to me.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, why did she do that? Did she think it doesn't matter? Everything about her was important to me. "It changes from day to day". That's interesting, I wonder why, fascinated again. "What's your favorite color today?" I asked, even now, the smallest of the details about her was very important, crucial to me. "Probably brown", her shirt was also brown I noticed. I tried to block all other thought in regarding to the shirt away. And then I was trying to keep it light so I snorted "Brown?", I asked skeptically, it doesn't suite her well, not like blue, not like that thin blue shirt she wore, but I blocked that thought as well and concentrated on her answer, "Sure. Brown is warm. I miss brown. Everything that's supposed to be brown – tree trunks, rocks, dirt – is all covered up with squashy green stuff here", she said it like a complaint, fascinating. I looked into her eyes losing myself in them a bit while thinking about it, she was from a warmer places and she missed that, I could never live with her in a place like that; I shouldn't even think about that, the further future, and yet I did. "You're right", I said serious anguished by that thought. "Brown is warm." Her hair was still covering some of her face and that disturbed me, and made it difficult to read her eyes, I was torn again by the thought of putting my hand on her even lightly. It was wrong to get that close to her and yet I did. Slowly and very, very gently, I swept the hair behind her shoulder without touching her. I wanted to touch her and shouldn't want to touch her. Will it ever get easier? When will I do the right thing?

As we arrived to school I continued questioning her, "what music is on your CD player right now?" remembering that day, that yes, remembering holding her fragile body in my arms. That was again not a safe thought. She answered some rock band and me thinking and not thinking about that same day still, pulled out Debussy's CD, it was a big difference. "Debussy to this?" I raised one eyebrow skeptically again.

All day I satiated my thirst. My curiosity's thirst. Every detail every question that I could think of I asked her. I met her between classes and continued the questioning in between classes, but there wasn't enough time. Lunch hour was more useful I continued to question her, everything that I wanted to know, her answer and reactions always surprised me, sometimes she would blush for no apparent reason, why? Like when I asked her what was her favorite gemstone and she answered topaz. Normal enough but I could see her blush; feel the warmth of it in the air, I tried not to think of that while I felt the thirst and ignored it quite easily this time.

I tried to persuade her to tell me, I tried to dazzle her to tell me the answer, curiosity burning me, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. "Tell me", I commanded her eventually. "It's the color of your eyes today. I suppose if you ask me in two weeks I'd say onyx." She answered while playing with a piece of her hair. I paused questioning this. Feeling the joy of knowing how much she cared for me. How much I like staring in to her melted warm chocolate brown eyes, she felt the same for me. Yet I knew that that detail reviled attraction, a very dangerous thing to think about. And it also showed how much she cared, too much for her own good. But I didn't want to upset her so I just continued with my questioning.

I continued questioning her all the way to biology and until entered the room dragging the TV again. This time I tried to sit farther away from her, but it was to a vain. As soon as the lights were off the electric buzz was on. The yearning to touch her was even stronger as I buckled my hands in to fists again under my arms and watched her. She rested her chin on her folded arms, her fingers hidden. Her delicate fingers, her fragile arms, silk over glass. I could feel the yearning to touch her growing stronger and stronger and I had to restrain myself. This is wrong; I can't afford to make mistakes. She didn't look at me the entire hour. Why? What was she thinking? What was she feeling? Did she feel the same way as I did? At the end of the hour when the lights were on, she sighed in relief. I wanted to touch her. She looked up at me and I could see myself torn in the reflection of her eyes. I stood up waiting for her. I walked her to gym, in complete silence, I was still torn. Wanting to touch her and wanting to do the right thing. But the selfish side of me won yet again; this time with the back of my hand I stroke her silky skin from her temple to her jaw. It was a long time and a short time, her skin was so warm and soft. I walked away quickly before I could touch her again, thinking about more ways to touch her, wanting her lips near mine, but the venom flowing in my mouth reminded me why this shouldn't happen.

I went to my Spanish Class. Emmett was there. He looks happy, sort of Emmett thought. Did our little plot work? He asked, I searched through Ben's thoughts and found what I needed quickly, he asked Angela to the dance and she agreed a happy ending for someone. I only nodded. Maybe it will work out for you too. But again I saw in his mind him picturing Bella, white, with crimson red eyes and flinched at the thought. Or maybe not. He thought after viewing my response. I watched Bella in gym, worrying she might injure herself again, and wanting her to injure her partner, Mike. He's thoughts were unpleasant, hate towards me filling them, and anger towards Bella. What does she see in that freak? He was wondering all the time. Bella didn't play this time at all, and so she was safe and uninjured, for now. I chuckled. Lost his mind completely. Emmett was thinking. I was thinking about more questions to ask her.

I hurried to meet Bella near gym. I stood waiting for her. As soon as she saw me she smiled and relaxed, I ,too, smiled automatically in return and felt warmer inside from just seeing her smile. And then I continue to question her. I wanted to know more about her life before she came here, before she met me. We sat and talked for hours near her house. And yet it was not long enough, but I enjoyed getting my answers, enjoyed just being near her. She always fascinated me with her descriptions and reactions. She tried to explain everything I asked her about her former home, her life before she came here. It made me a bit sad to think that she was away from the warmth, the sun, the brown that she loved so much, and yet the joy that I felt for sitting here and listening to her answering my questions was incomparable. I had a feeling from time to time that she was a little embarrassed by something but I couldn't tell what it was. It was raining as usual, and beginning to get darker, I could hear her father's unclear thoughts and the car from a distance. "Are you finished?" she asked for some reason with a relief. "Not even close – but your father will be home soon." "Charlie!" she called, confused, forgetting where we were, wrapped in our privet bubble again. "How late is it?" she asked while glancing at the clock. "It's twilight", I murmured, looking at the raining clouds and the horizon. Thinking about the day that I watch her sleeping outside, how the setting sun turned Alice's vision into mere reality. It couldn't be the only way. Thinking about the night coming, and the time moving changing her, changing everything, but me. "It's the safest time of the day for us," I said when I looked into her puzzled eyes. Twilight, not day and not night, in-between, torn like I was. "The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way…" I continued, speaking my thoughts out loud. "The end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" I asked her, wondering her answer, wondering if she'll mention dreaming of me. "I like the night. Without dark, we'd never see the stars." She frowned. "Not that you see them here much." This made me laugh. I didn't need the stars; she was the brightest star in my sky, in my world, my universe. Her father was getting closer, I wanted to see if I can get her to tell him about Seattle, and stay with her for longer at the same time. I tried to make my voice light this time. "Charlie will be here in a few minutes. So, unless you want to tell him that you'll be with me on Saturday…" I raised my eyebrow, hoping that she will give mesomething to consider bringing her back from the place in Alice's vision; I tried to shove that thought away. "Thanks, but no thanks." How frustrating. She gathered her books, stiff from the long sitting, and then turned to me to ask, "So is it my turn tomorrow, then?"

"Certainly not!" What an outrageous thought, she answered some of my questions but I still had so many more, curiosity that never ended. "I told you I wasn't done, didn't I?"

"What more is there?" She asked a bit shocked.

"You'll find out tomorrow". I reached across to open the door for her, aware all the time of the proximity of our body's, as I moved towards her heart started to beat faster, I liked that. My hand froze on the handle as I realized who was also driving to pay Bella a visit. Jacob black and his father, only a social call, but still a problem, Jacob's father will surly know who I am. "Not good", I muttered. "What is it?" Bella asked in surprised. "Another complication", I said glumly. They will sure to know who and what I am. If they'll tell Charlie… they're not allowed, but then again Jacob was the one who told Bella about me. I was going to have to stick around to see what is going to happen, but then again it's better for them not to see me at all. I finished opening the door swiftly, and moved away from Bella, better not to get them more suspicious. I heard Charlie's thoughts come closer and saw the headlights of the car, with Jacob and Billy, around the corner; they parked around the curb a few feet away facing us. "Charlie's around the corner," I warned staring at the parked car. As soon as she heard my final warning she jumped out of the car. What is he doing with her? Billy was thinking. Jacob not believing in the stories was just jealous that someone else was with Bella; her flirting made quite an impression on him. I glared at Billy hoping this will remind him that he was not allowed to tell anyone what I was. Billy's thoughts were raged and protective of Bella, in a way he was right, I should stay away from her, but I just couldn't. I drove away quickly.