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Lemony no one under 18 should read further.

Thanks for checking out my first fic. As you will soon be able to tell I have no clue what I am doing and no beta but I have read a lot of fanfic and this idea was rolling around in my head so I figured I would try my hand and writing it.

No copyright infringement intended, I love Stephenie Meyer's characters and world she created for them, I just wanted to play in it for a little while.

Lost in thoughts…

I was working late in the college library where I could always be found. Today I had a nearly impossible time concentrating on my work. I sure hope that I have managed to get all the books shelved correctly.

It had only been 24 hours since everything I thought was known to be fact had become fantasy. I have experienced more in that one evening than all the other days that made up very humdrum life.

My mind again begun to replay all the events of last night for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. I have tried to act as if everything was normal, but continue to mechanically place my cart of books back one at a time on the shelves hopefully in the proper places.

What a difference a day makes….

The night started out much like many other nights had since I started college. I wanted to say in with comfy sweats and a good book and my room mates wanted to drag me out into the world. I finally agreed to go out for drinks with my two girlfriends. They picked the new bar in town. I wanted to make an effort with them, they kept telling me that they wanted to be closer and do more together. My roommates Angela and Jessica picked out my outfit after explaining repeatedly how I need to dress for the night out. I ended up in a very short skirt and a top that was really figure flattering. I had my long hair down, draping past my shoulders as instructed. I complained and stalled but after looking in the mirror I admitted to myself only that I looked ok and felt good about the night to come.

We walked into the bar around 10, which seemed late to me but was when they liked to start their night. Immediately my roomies started surveying the crowd. The girls instantly found the guys they wanted to zero in on. As they headed to the far end of the bar to meet their targets and have a few drinks, I figured I would follow for a bit then go off to find a table. I hate being a third wheel.

I started to follow when I noticed three people sitting in a roped off area. At first I chuckled to myself thinking this new small college town bar has a VIP section, really? This place was no five star Hollywood bar, yet it has an exclusive section so I assume where the well to do could drink without being disturbed by the masses. There were two men sitting with a gorgeous tall blond woman. They all appeared to be drinking a dark red wine and having a hushed conversation. The larger of the two men had dark hair neither long nor short and a sweet smile despite his size. Then I looked at the other man. His bronze tussled hair, penetrating dark eyes, and the face of a greek god.

At that moment the younger of the two men, the greek god, suddenly turned and locked eyes with me. I then realized I had been standing in the middle of the room staring at this group. I felt my face warm as my blush deepened. How long had I been staring?

The devastatingly beautiful man never broke his gaze. I suddenly realized I was taking steps even closer toward the roped off section, toward those eyes. I don't remember beginning this journey. He is going to think me insane. I continued slowly and timidly, then deliberately toward his table. I can not explain what I am doing, I have no plan other than to get closer. The once loud music seemed nothing more than background noise as I continued my painfully slow advance.

As I approached the velvet rope, I heard the trio finish their conversation. They spoke in such hushed quick tones I could barely make it out as speech let alone figure out what they were saying. The beautiful young man's eyes never left mine. Suddenly I realized I couldn't remember the last time I blinked.

The large man rose to his feet and opened the velvet rope for me. I walked right up to the beautiful man. To any bystander it must of looked as if we were old friends.

"What is your name?" asked the beautiful man with out breaking our long held gaze.

"Brenda" I stammered after realizing I needed to speak

The man's voice was not one I had ever heard before but I warmed me, it felt so familiar.

"Brenda" the man began to speak " I am Edward. This is my brother Emmett" as he turned and pointed to the larger man. He gave me a brief nod which I returned. "and our sister Rose" She barely acknowledged me with a similar nod. Then they fell back into their hushed conversation.

Edward motioned to me to take a seat next to him on the opposite side of the table from his siblings.

"I never approach anyone in a bar. I am not truly sure why I did this" I stammered and blushed as I tried to explain myself.

"Well I for one am very glad you chose to, and now you know my name so we are no longer strangers. Might I be so forward as to offer you a glass of wine ?" Edward said as I was mesmerized just watching him speak.

"I would like that" I managed squeak out with far too much excitement in my voice. I felt like a school girl getting asked to dance for the first time. I am not sure why.

Edward reached across the table to get the opened bottle of wine. I noticed it had been opened but hadn't been touched. As I watched Edward pour my glass, I noticed mine was much lighter in color than his.

"what type of wine are you drinking?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Oh it is a very unique vintage. I would offer you some but I am afraid it is the last one. But I ordered this merlot I hope you will enjoy it" He said convincingly

"Thanks so much" I said as I raised the glass to my lips.

"So, what were you talking about when I walked up?" I asked realizing as I said it out loud how rude it seemed. My blush instantly came to the surface.

"My how inquisitive you are" He said while giving me a crooked smile

My face turned an even deeper red " Oh, I am so very sorry, we have just met and I am being rude." I was so embarrassed. I can not explain why I feel so comfortable with this man. Not only does he put me completely at ease, but worse than that extremely turned on. Even the slightest brush of my own panties is filling me with sensations and thoughts of this beautiful man.

His voice drew me out of my whirlwind of thought.

"No Need to be embarrassed at all, Brenda. To question things is never wrong, it's how we learn and a sign on intelligence" said Edward in a comforting manner.

His sweet response made my blush deepen further, it all so seemed to arouse me even more. I was beginning to feel like I had known him forever and that he knew what he was doing to me physically. I felt a type of unexplainable bond with this beautiful man.

"Are you alright, Brenda? You look a bit flustered or preoccupied." Edward questioned.

"Oh, Yes, Um, fine. I mean. I am fine, Thanks." I managed to stammer out. What is wrong with me! Seriously. I can even manage to talk this man, Edward. I need to pull myself together before I do something really stupid, and he notices he is out of my league.

"Perhaps you would enjoy some fresh air. My car is just outside. I would love to take you for a ride, the night air may be just what you need." Edward stated.

"Yes, Please, I would enjoy that." I heard myself say far too quickly. What was I doing ? I have never, ever left a bar with a man before. I never even liked being hit on at the bars. There was something really different about this man. Edward doesn't feel like a stranger.