Author's Note: Okay, this is my first fan fic, so don't be too hard on me. I know it's all romantic fluff right now, but I have a couple more chapters on Microsoft Word and if the story stays on the path I have it on right now, there will be some action I promise. For those of you who like romantic fluff, cool, for those who don't, oh well, sorry. I know it's probably kinda boring right now, so bear with me and tell me if it sucks. By the way, AUGUST 2nd is when the fourth book comes out, and NOVEMBER 18th is the big movie day (i think)! Can't wait.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any Twilight characters. Stupid Stephenie Meyer for being a creative genius first.

BPOV

I gasped frantically. My lungs crumbled inside my body as all my oxygen disappeared. I couldn't breathe. I struggled more and more, desperate for air, only making things worse by inhaling his wonderful scent. He continued kissing me for one last, brief second, and then finally released my mouth. I breathed in heavily, taking in as much air as possible as Edward moved his soft lips from the line of my jaw to the hollow of my neck. The room around me swirled as my breathing became ragged and uneven at his touch.

In response to his intoxication, I threw myself at him with as much force as I could manage, slamming into a brick wall. But I didn't care. I took advantage of his rare flicker of surprise and twisted my arms tightly around his neck, locking my fingers in his tousled bronze hair. My lips found the soft smoothness of his. I knew I had only a short time left before he would pull me away when he started to pull my pressed body from his, but I latched onto him with as much strength as I could. He stopped his refusal, surprisingly, and locked his cold arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap where we sat on his bedAgain, I took advantage of his cooperation, kissing him more fiercely now, as he repeated my gesture and wound his fingers through my hair. I was now more surprised than ever; this was usually farther than he ever let me go when I lost control while he dazzled me. He knew full well that I wanted to wait until after we were married to have… that kind of relationship.

Again, I could scarcely breathe. I let go of his hair, trying, to no avail, to push him off me. He seemed to get the message when he could no longer feel a heartbeat and took his mouth away from mine. I coughed hysterically and struggled to catch my breath. He softly ran his hand up and down my back, occasionally patting it to help me in my quest for oxygen. Finally I seemed to be able to breathe normally again, except for the flutter of my heartbeat at his unintentional dazzling. "Bella," Edward teased, "haven't you gotten used to this by now?"

"No!" I replied, my temper flaring slightly

He only chuckled with dark amusement at my protest. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, time for the human to sleep," he said.

He lifted me off his lap and lay me down on his king-sized black and gold bed. It was late, probably early – very early – Saturday morning. I was having a sleepover with "Alice" for the weekend. I was so tired from our little ordeal that I didn't even bother to protest like I normally would. I counted every second I had with Edward as a miracle, and I usually didn't want to waste a single minute of our time together with petty things like sleep. But tonight, I just let my head rest on the soft, satin pillow with Edward lying right beside me. I sighed contentedly. Edward turned to lie on his side, fastening his arm securely around my waist. We sat there in silence for a moment, knowing that neither of us needed to say anything. He softly hummed my lullaby and I let myself slowly fade into sleep.

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