Kay. This is going to be sort of a sad fanfic at first, but it will get better in the late chapters. It's like a rollercoaster. It has it's ups and it has it's downs, and I may throwa loopty loop in there, but everything will turn out just fine. Rest assured.

DISCLAIMER: These things are stupid. If I owned a book, I sure as HELL wouldn't be on here.

I awoke to an unusual, but nice, surprise. Edward was lying behind me with his arms protectively wrapped around my waist. I wanted to stay like that, so I shut my eyes, and stayed there unmoving, praying he wouldn't notice I woke up. It was working for a while… until I sneezed.

"You can't pretend anymore, love," he said, laughing. I turned to face him, astounded.

"How did you know?" I asked, not bothering to hide the awe in my voice.

"Your breathing changed. As soon as you knew I was here, your breathing and heart rate went wild." He smiled a brilliant smile that could make the stars look dim. I tried to smile back, but I knew it was nowhere near as beautiful as his. I sighed, and stopped in the middle remembering something. I covered my mouth and jumped up and out the door to the bathroom, alarming my 105-year-old boyfriend.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"Morning breath," I answered.

He laughed and sat on the lip of the tub looking relieved. "Bella. I don't even notice it. Really!"

"You can smell my scent from forever away, and you're telling me you can't smell my morning breath?" I snorted and said, "Nice try."

"Well it doesn't bother me," he tried again.

"You're failing miserably."

"I know," he sighed. I brushed vigorously and didn't stop until I was sure my breath was ok.

When I was done brushing my teeth, I washed my face. When I patted it dry, I looked towards Edward. A smile played on his flawless lips.

"What?" I asked. Was there something on my face? Was I forgetting something, like pants? I looked down. No, not pants. Then what?

"You're cute when you're wet."

I blushed so hard right then. I turned around trying to escape his gaze, but the mirror was there, giving me away. It was showing him my awfully red face.

"And when you blush too."

"But I thought it was hard for you," I said, desperately trying to change the subject. "When I blush, I mean. That's a lot of blood, you know. And I know you can smell it."

"Well, yeah. But I still think you're cute when you do it." BLUSH. "Told you," he said, kissing my hot face.

"Thanks," I mumbled, kissing him back. He tensed slightly, and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't have it. He put one hand on the small of my back, and one under my chin, steadying me. It was only when he started to part his lips, that I felt lightheaded. He heard my heart slowing, and blew air into my mouth, saving the kiss and saving myself. He started to vary pressure in his kiss, making it more intense. I gently pulled away after a few minutes.

"I almost had a heart attack," I told him softly.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have-"

"No. You should have. We need to start going farther in this relationship. Teetering on the tip of a knife, wondering which way is the way we're going to fall is not the way I want things. Anyways, I just remembered I needed to take a shower."

"You lie," he said chuckling. "But okay. You need a shower, anyways."

I turned red again, and stared at him appalled. "Is it that bad?" I asked.

"No, Bella! That's not, I mean… that came out wrong! Let me try again. 'It's your shower time anyways.' Is that better?" I could tell he was anxious for hurting my feelings. And his eyes were doing that smoldering thing again, making me wobbly in the knees.

"Okay. That's better," I laughed. "Just be careful next time when you phrase things, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." He saluted me as if I were a drill instructor. I laughed. "Can I watch you?" he asked abruptly, stopping me mid-laugh.

"What? Are you serious?" I blushed again. These things were poppin' up left and right. I hated blushing, but Edward usually did that to me.

"I'm very serious. And you look lovely when you do that, you know?" he said, for the blushes were coming one after another.

"I-I guess. But you have to turn around. At least until I'm in the shower." I was avoiding the blush comment, and he saw.

"But you don't think so, do you?"

I sighed. "No." He looked confused. "But why Bella? Why are you so negative about your looks?"

"Oh, I don't know Edward. Maybe because you and your whole family look like Gods and supermodels, and look at me." I waived my hand up and down half-heartedly. "I look awful! Whenever I stand next to you or Alice or Esme or any one of you, I feel like I'm… UGLY!" I sobbing by now, and Edward jumped up to comfort me. He wrapped his protective arms around my whole upper half (wow) and kissed the top of my head. I felt a little better, so I tried to stop crying like a 3 year old.

He said, "Bella. You are the most beautiful person I've me in all of my 105 years. None of the girls measure up to even a hundredth of your beauty. But you're not just beautiful outside, sweetheart. You're gorgeous on the inside. You have personality, which is more than I can say for half the women out there already. And you've got heart. Don't you see Bella? I love you for you. Outside and in. I hope you know that."

"I do," I mumbled pathetically. "And I love you too. But now I really gotta get in the shower."

His body shook with laugher, and I looked up for a kiss. He obliged and my heart threatened to leap from my chest. When my tongue (finally) slipped past his barrier, Edward tensed up. But then he relaxed into the kiss, which made my heart go wild. I felt him grinning. He was such a good kisser.

We finally parted after Edward had to keep blowing air into my mouth. His eyes looked at me longingly, his smile crooked, and he looked so attractive (for lack of a better word). I blushed. He grinned. I inwardly swore and made a pouty face. He just turned around and said, "Get undressed." BLUSH.

"No peeking…"

"I promise," he said in mock-solemnity. He put his hands over his eyes just for good measure.

I undressed quickly and turned on the shower, letting it heat up. When it just barely started turning I jumped in and pulled the semi see through curtain behind me. What I didn't realize is I turned the water on too hot and jumped in before testing it fully, so I burned myself. "Shoot!"

Edward turned around alarmed. "Bella?"

"I'm okay Edward. The water just scalded me a little."

"Silly Bella," he chuckled.

I lathered up soap in my hands and scrubbed every inch of my body. I felt really self-conscious around Edward enough as it is. But to have him watch me while I'm naked, and the only barrier between us a plastic curtain? Whole different story! I rinsed and found my shampoo. Strawberry, mmm, my favorite. "This is the hard part," I warned. "Stop breathing, please. I don't really feel like being eaten today." But some part of me wished he would attack me. That way he would have to bite me, and we could finally live without worrying about death, FOREVER.

I poked my head around to see if he'd cooperated. He scowled at me, but obliged. I giggled and retreated back to my shower. I squeezed some of the shampoo in the palm of my hand, and vigorously scrubbed my hair, rinsing only when all the tangles were unknotted. I reached for the conditioner, only to find it wasn't there. I spun around to see if it was behind me, but did so too fast, so I slipped and fell.

Before I knew what was happening, Edward was in the shower with me, yanking me up from another near-death experience. "Thanks," I mumbled. "Again."

He chuckled. "You're welcome. Again."

Then it hit me. Like a bus hits an invisible squirrel.

"You're in the shower! With me!"

"Well duh. Who else would I be with," he asked massaging conditioner in my hair.

I blushed furiously. He rolled his eyes. "Bella, I'm not looking."

"That's hardly.. well not hardly.. but that's not what I'm talking about! I'm talking about having a god in my shower, rinsing my hair.

"Don't be so absurd, Bella! I'm hardly a god! I'm your boyfriend. And I'm not rinsing your hair. I'm drying you off." He grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me, then grabbed another and told me to turn around please.

"What?" I asked, still disoriented.

"I asked if you would please turn around. Unless of course, you feel the need to watch me shed my wet clothes."

I felt the heat rising from my neck to my face, turning me shades of red I'd never seen in a 96 pack of Crayola's. "N-no. I'll- I'll turn around."

Only 5 seconds later, he came up behind me with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His perfectly pale skin glistened with water droplets, and his washboard abs were more noticeable than ever. His normally messy bronze hair had turned jet black, with the help of the water, and was wavy too.

"Wow," I breathed.

He chuckled. "I could say the same thing about you."

I sighed, slightly shaking my head.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

"What are you thinking?"

"That you could have any girl in the world, but you chose me."

"Yes," he said, bending down to kiss the tip of my nose. "I chose you."