Okay, I wrote this as an alternative ending to chapter 4-Memorial

Okay, I wrote this as an alternative ending to chapter 4-Memorial. Katluva thought this would be a good idea and suggested it, so I'm dedicating chapter to Katluva! What do you think would happen if Edward did go into the bathroom with Bella in the state that she was in? Well, read and find out…(My cousin, Kylie, is helping me write this. I'm not the sort of person who would write this kind of thing. And, no, there aren't going to be ANY lemons…in this chapter.)

A recap:

As a result, I slipped on the marble floor, hitting my head on the side of the tub. It all made a large bang.

"Bella? Are you alright?" Came Edward's frantic voice from the other side of the door.

I groaned. No, I didn't feel all right; I just hit my head on the side of the tub and probably had a concussion.

Edward came into the room, to see if I was okay. I was too dazed to remember that I had just gotten out of the shower…naked.

He froze as soon as he saw me, his eyes wide. Everything was still for a moment, utterly still. Before I knew what had happened, I was upright with Edward kissing me. Hard. His lips moved against mine in such a way that is totally indescribable.

Our lips moved in unfamiliar ways. Apparently, some of Edward's rules were thrown out right about now, considering the way he was hanging on to me. His simple, gentle caresses sent shocks of pleasure throughout my entire being. His hand, not the one wound tightly in my dark hair, moved over my jaw, stroked my collarbone, but he hesitated as he went a bit south of where he usually stopped.

He didn't move his hand until an involuntary moan escaped my soon-to-be-swollen lips. He took that as conformation. His hand moved over the valley of my breasts, cupping them. My hands left his soft hair and traveled down toward the hem of his shirt. He realized what I wanted and lifted it off himself. I ran my hands over the planes of his well-sculpted chest. I heard a unfamiliar sound escape him. The closest thing that I have heard like it was a growl…he sounded like a cat, purring.

"Edward, are you purring?" I asked, amazed.

"I suppose I am." He answered.

"Now, if you two want to…complete your original plans for after the wedding, I suggest that Edward leaves." Alice was standing in the doorway, trying with all her might to not laugh.

I turned a bright red, the absolute brightest that I had ever flushed before.