Author's Note: I've just had this swimming in my head for the last few weeks and finally had a chance to get down on paper. This is my first fanfiction, so please let me know if you think it is worth continuing.

The song used in this chapter is called "Mr. Whoever You Are" by Tim McGraw on his Southern Voice album.

I don't own anything related to Twilight. If I did, I wouldn't be worried about making my credit card payment every month.

It had been a particularly long day at school trying to get my juniors to understand the assignment for their research project. I had had one of those days and I needed to go out tonight. When I got home this afternoon, I laid down on the couch, checked Facebook, and took a short cat nap. I got a text from Lauren that woke me up asking if I wanted to go out tonight. I needed to check with Jake, my fiancé, first.

When he got home, he said he was too tired to go out and was just going to stay home, which was typical. Jake never took me anywhere unless it was to go out with his friends from work. We had never been anywhere with any of my co-workers. I needed to feel good about myself, so after my shower, I put on a navy one-shouldered tank top and my incredibly tight dark skinny jeans. I had been doing a fitness boot camp and the jeans were finally able to fit my body again. I completed the look with pin straight hair, smoky eyes and my gold sandals.

Meredith and Lauren, two of my fellow teachers at the high school, had also had not only a long day, but a long week and it was also pay day, so tonight was the perfect night to have a girls night on the town. We ate dinner at Doe's, Rachael Ray's second pick for the best steak in the country, and had a little dessert at Common Grounds before heading to 21st Amendment, our favorite bar.

When we got there, we took a seat near the back of the bar at a tall table and we each ordered a Boulevard Wheat. It was a good feeling as the cold beer flowed down my throat. It had been entirely too long since I had experienced that feeling.

"Bella, when are you and Jake getting married?" Meredith asked after a few pulls from her beer.

"I'm not sure yet," I replied uninterestedly.

"I know that tone of voice. Is Jake treating you like shit again?" Lauren responded.

It was true. Sometimes, Jake could be slightly less than romantic. We never went out, with or without our friends, he never surprised me with anything anymore, and I can't even remember the last time we made love.

When I didn't respond right away, Meredith prodded me. "Bella, if he doesn't show you any affection, if your needs aren't fulfilled, why are you still with him?"

"It's not that simple, Mer. My parents love him. He's the first boy I ever brought home that they ever liked. Jake doesn't hit me and the bills are always paid. He has a good job and Wal-Mart isn't going anywhere, so I know I'll be taken care of."

"Bella, he doesn't have to make your parents happy for the rest of their lives. He has to make you happy and it's been obvious for a while that you haven't been happy," Lauren responded.

"Yeah, the fact that he has a good job isn't a reason to marry someone. And he may not hit you, but he isn't there for your emotional needs," Meredith agreed. "You should just keep your mind open for other options."

"Mer, are you suggesting that I cheat on Jake?" I asked, appalled.

"I'm just saying that you need to make sure that he is what you want for the rest of your life," she responded.

"I agree, Bella. Weddings and divorces cost a lot of money," Lauren agreed.

I knew they were right. As the realization hit me, the most beautiful man I had ever seen came into the bar with a short pixie-haired woman, a tall blonde man, another beautiful blonde woman, and a huge dark haired man. The man that caught my eye was not as tall as the blonde and dark haired men and had the most gorgeous messy bronze locks of hair. I imagined myself for just a moment with my hands buried in it. The group sat down at a couch on the opposite side of the bar from us.

I had ordered two more rounds of Boulevard when the bronze haired god walked up to me. "May I have this dance?" he asked. My first instinct was to say no and tell him I was engaged, but before I could stop myself, I had agreed and he was leading me out onto the floor. A familiar Tim McGraw song came on over the speakers and he began to expertly lead me around the dance floor.

There's a girl
Back roads Tennessee
And she works in the factory
All day on the line
Then she clocks at five finally
There's a bar
The boys treat her like a queen
She's the bell of the ball in blue jeans
And they all get a turn
Just to turn her around the floor
And they always want more
She says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
They dance
Melt to the heat of the song
Their bodies feel like they belong
And the boys hold on tight
Thinking I might get lucky tonight
And they're probably right
Yeah they're probably right
She says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are

They hold onto her waist
She falls into the night
And she throws back her head
She looks toward the sky
And she laughs
At all the pretty lights
And says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
Aw Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are

At the end of the song, he whispered in my ear, "What's your name, Love?" Love? He doesn't even know me and he's calling me Love?

"Bella," I replied. "Bella Swan."

"That's a beautiful name and incredibly fitting. I'm Edward. What do you say we do get the hell out of this bar?"

"I don't know. I'm here with friends. I don't want to leave them here alone," I replied, knowing I was about to do just that. I couldn't pass up the chance to get to know this Adonis-like creature.

"Are you the driver?" he replied, trying to coax me into it.

"No, we took a cab," I responded.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Um, nothing. I'll be right back."

I strolled back over to our table and let the girls know I was leaving. They both gave me knowing smiles and told me to get out of here. With their permission, I walked back over to Edward who took my hand and led me out of the bar. We walked leisurely down Dickson Street until we reached a silver Aston Martin.

"Nice car," I said.

"Thanks, she's my special occasion car," he replied.

"What is tonight's special occasion," I questioned.

"There wasn't one to start with. My sister had a feeling that tonight would turn into a special occasion."

"Oh, well, I guess she was right," I replied seductively.

Edward opened the door for me, helped me in, and closed my door. "So, where are we going?" I asked, realizing I had no idea where "getting the hell out of this bar" would take us.

"I thought we would go back to my apartment and get to know each other a little better," he replied.

"Oh, ok. Do you live nearby?"

"Yes, just around the corner, actually."

No sooner had he said the words, we were pulling up in front of a huge apartment building. Edward pulled out a key card from his wallet and rolled down his window to open the gate and pulled into a small garage. He got out of the car and walked around to my side to help me out. I followed him to the door while he unlocked it and led us to the living room of his huge apartment.

"Have a seat. Would you like another beer?"

"Sure, a Boulevard Wheat would be perfect."

"I wouldn't have anything but."

I had a seat on the plush couch and Edward disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with two beers. He handed me my beer with a smile and sat down beside me as he took a pull from his own beer.

"So, tell me a little about yourself, Bella."

"Well, I'm a high school English teacher. I love reading and writing and I'm trying desperately to get my students to understand how important both are. I went to college at UNC-Wilmington in North Carolina," I explained, hoping I didn't seem like too much of a nerd while he listened.

"How did you get to Arkansas from North Carolina? It's such a beautiful state. It has the best of everything," he questioned.

I guess I knew I would have to tell him about Jake eventually. I was really just enjoying the feeling of being desired by a man again. I hoped he didn't run after the next sentence that came out of my mouth.

"Well, I'm starting to realize that I've made a mistake by leaving it. My fiancé got a job at Wal-Mart right out of college, so after I graduated, I followed him. It just seemed like the logical thing to do," I replied, feeling a little ashamed of myself for kind of leading him on.

"What do you mean you've made a mistake?" he questioned.

"I'm incredibly homesick and I am kind of an afterthought to Jake. He hasn't actually fulfilled my emotional needs for a while. I was born with a terrible need for affection and a terrible need to give it," I explained.

"Bella, you should not feel guilty for wanting affection from your fiancé. I can't imagine having a woman as beautiful as you are and not want to worship your body for hours at a time. That is totally asinine."

I know I blushed, my signature sign that I was flattered and/or embarrassed. "Thank you. Jake really is busy with his job, so I try to understand when he says he's too tired to make love or go out."

"His job is no excuse to ignore you, Bella. There is no excuse to not pay attention to the woman you asked to spend the rest of your life with you."

"I just can't do anything to turn him on anymore. I put on sexy lingerie or come out of the bathroom naked and try to kiss him, but he's always watching the game, playing a video game, or doesn't feel like it," I admitted.

"That is such a shame, Bella, because you are definitely something that needs to be worshipped for hours on end," he whispered seductively in my ear. I turned my head to face him.

"Edward, I am nothing special. If I were, I wouldn't be sitting here with you right now," I murmured.

"Bella, I know you're not happy, but trust me, you are beautiful and you don't need to let that bastard make you feel otherwise," he whispered back.

Something inside of me snapped. I leaned in close enough that I could feel Edward's breath in my face. It smelled like peppermint and beer and it was heavenly. Edward brushed his lips against my own and immediately, my hands went to his gorgeous bronze hair, fisting locks of it in my fingers. Edward brought his hand up to cup my cheek and his tongue traced my bottom lip, begging for entrance, which I quickly granted him. Our tongues wrestled for dominance and I exercised my newfound confidence by straddling Edward's lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and removed his lips from mine and moved them to my neck and left wet open-mouthed kisses there, leaving a burning trail to my shoulder and collarbone. I was grinding myself on his erection, desperate for any kind of friction. Edward filled my ear with his hot breath and licked the shell of my ear and whispered, "Does your fiancé tell you you're beautiful?"

I lowered my eyes to the floor and felt that all too familiar blush creep up to my cheeks. "He doesn't, does he?"

I shook my head. "Well, that is a crime in itself, Bella. You are incredibly beautiful," he said taking my hand and placing a tender kiss on the back of it.

Edward moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "Let me show you how beautiful you are, Love. Let me make you feel loved, like you matter." He pressed his lips to the hollow beneath my ear and made his way down my neck placing more open-mouthed kisses on it.

He cupped my face with the palm of his hand while the other moved to the small of my back and under my tank top. His touch burned my skin with an electric hum and set my soul on fire. His lips returned to mine and the kiss deepened and before I knew it, my hands reached up to his crisp, blue oxford shirt and began unbuttoning.

He broke the kiss for only a moment to stop my actions and said, "No, Love. I'm going to take care of you tonight." I dropped my hands and he took my tank top away from my body and dropped it on the floor. His eyes raked over my body and he moved his lips back to my ear and murmured, "So beautiful. Such an asshole."

A fire started to burn in my core as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses on my neck and collarbone. Edward's hand reached up to the front clasp of my bra and removed the offending garment. Instinctually, I moved my arms to cover my breasts, but Edward grabbed them and whispered, "No, love. Please don't hide. You're too beautiful to cover up."

He picked me up and carried me down the hallway and into his bedroom. He laid me down on his bed on the cool sheets as his hand moved south to make quick work of my belt and removed my jeans. At that moment, I had never felt more vulnerable, but alive in my entire life.

"So fucking gorgeous," Edward whispered as he lay down next to me.

He then kneeled at the edge of the bed and nipped, licked and kissed my stomach and I felt the blush creep up my entire torso. Edward moaned and said, "I fucking love it when you do that."

His cursing made the fire in my core transform into an inferno and I wasn't even completely naked yet. He came back up and took my left nipple in his mouth while he kneaded the other with his hand. He then laved attention on my right breast. He then returned his attention to my stomach and rubbed his hands up and down the back of my calves and thighs. What felt like hours was only minutes, but I soon lost my underwear when he ripped them away from my body. I didn't think I could blush any redder, but it happened.

"Oh, my God. You're bare and he still doesn't appreciate you. How utterly ridiculous!" he exclaimed.

"Edward, please, touch me," I begged him as he climbed back up to my lips and crashed his with mine.

"Where, Love? Tell me where you want me to touch you," he said as one hand cupped my breast. "Do you want me to touch you here?" he asked taking one of the pert nipples in his mouth.

"Or here?" he asked moving his mouth further down my abdomen.

"Or here?" he said kissing my hipbone.

I whimpered at the proximity to my core. He moved down my body, edging his way down my legs to my feet. He kissed my calf and nipped and kissed his way up my left leg, conveniently missing my sex and worked his way down the other leg.

"You still haven't told me where you want to be touched, Love," he whispered seductively.

"God, Edward. I just need you inside of me. I don't care what part—any part!" I almost yelled at him. At that, he ran his tongue up my slit. "So delicious and wet," he whispered as he plunged a finger into my folds.

"You're all wet, Love. Tell me, are you this wet for me, or is it for him?"

"For you. It's all for you," I said breathlessly as he made another path with his tongue.

"That's right," he said. "Has he ever made you feel this way? Like you were the most important thing in his world? Like you matter just as much as work does?"

"Never," I breathed out. He swirled his tongue around my clit, eliciting a moan from me. "So good," I whispered.

"Oh, Bella, I plan on worshipping you for hours, Love," Edward said as he quickened his pace with his fingers. I was breathing heavily and my chest was heaving when Edward said, "That's it, Love. Just feel, Baby. Come for me, Bella. I want to see it."

"Oh, God. Edward, I've never had an orgasm before. I don't know what to do." That seemed to irritate him because he grunted and said some incoherent things under his breath that sounded a lot like, "asshole."

I moaned as he continued to hit that special spot inside of me. I closed my eyes because everything seemed to be too much.

"No, Love. I want to see your eyes the first time you come." That was all it took for me to let go. I screamed his name and a mix of obscenities fell from my lips. "That's it, Love. Just let go." I writhed under his hand as the overwhelming pleasure took over my body.

"That was amazing," I said breathlessly as I came down from my high.

"I'm not done with you yet, Love," Edward replied as he removed his jeans, boxers, and oxford shirt. He climbed back on the bed, placing kisses along my legs, torso, breasts, collarbone, neck and finally my lips.

"That is how making love should feel. A woman deserves to be worshipped by the man she loves. It's the least he can do for being loved by such a beautiful woman as you are, Bella."

He ran his nose along my jaw line and attacked my lips with his as his right hand ran the length of my body. He deepened the kiss and after a while he pulled back and stood on his knees and positioned himself at my entrance. The look on his face made it seem like he was asking for permission. I slightly nodded my head and he entered me. At that moment, I finally felt like I was at home for the first time since leaving North Carolina two years ago.

Edward moved slowly as he kissed my neck and lips and breathed hot air into my ear. He picked up the pace and eventually, I was pushing my hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Bella, Love, I'm not going to last much longer," Edward panted.

"Just let go, Edward," I replied out of breath.

"No, Love. Tonight is all about you. I'm not letting go until you do," he whispered into my ear as he brought his thumb to my clit and rubbed it furiously and soon I was falling over the edge and yelling Edward's name and after a few more thrusts, Edward was shouting my name in return as he jumped off the edge with me.

Edward climbed off of me and I whimpered at the loss of contact, but was immediately relieved when he lay down and pulled me to him.

"Bella, when was the last time you felt that way?" Edward asked me.

After a few seconds of silence while I was thinking, he said, "That's what I thought. Either you don't remember or you have never felt that way before."

I looked away from him and said, "I don't remember the last time Jake and I even made love, and he has always finished before me and rolls over and turns out the light."

"Bella, that is completely ridiculous. You're engaged to be married and he's already breaking the vow to love you and cherish you. It pisses me off beyond belief that that asshole has never given you that kind of pleasure before, but I am incredibly thrilled that I was the first one to do that to you," he replied. "Making love should always be about both people. See, when I love a woman, everything else in the world is forgotten. All that matters is that you feel completely and unconditionally loved."

"I do, Edward. I have never felt so loved and taken care of in my life," I replied.

"Bella, you deserve to be happy. Let me make you happy. I know I can do a better job than him. Hell, I already have, Love. Your face as you come is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Please leave him and come to me," Edward pleaded.

"Edward, Jake has never hit me and the bills are always paid for and we can put food on the table. He doesn't abuse me. I can't do this to him," I responded.

"Bella, if that is true, why are you here? Fuck, where is he? If he loved you, he would have taken you out tonight. If he loved you, he would worship your body like it was sacred. He would do everything that I do. He may not be abusing you physically and he might be able to take care of you financially, but Baby, he doesn't care about your emotional needs. You are settling with him. He doesn't love you like I can!" Edward was out of breath as he crushed me to his chest.

He and I silently decided to drop that conversation for now. He was right. I wasn't happy and I needed to make a decision and I was totally confused. I soon drifted off to sleep in Edward's arms. I had never had such a good night's sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by my cell phone ringing. I climbed out of bed and found the annoying object in the pocket of my jeans and quickly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Bella? Where are you?" Jake asked.

"Um, at Lauren's house. I had too much to drink last night, so Meredith and I crashed at Lauren's place," I answered. "What time is it?"

"It's almost ten o'clock," he responded. "When are you coming home?"

"I guess I can come now. I'll be home in about half an hour."

"Ok, I love you."

"You, too. Bye."

I couldn't bring myself to say the other two words. I looked over at Edward's sleeping form on the bed. I crawled over to him and kissed his forehead and then each cheek, his nose, chin, and finally his lips.

"What a way to be woken up in the morning. I could get used to that," Edward said groggily.

"I have to go," I replied as he wrapped his arms around me.

"No, you don't, Love. It's too cold outside to be going out alone. Anywhere you think you have to be, it can wait. It's so warm here in this apartment wrapped up in this blanket," he said as he kissed up and down my neck and collarbone. When he did that, I was completely at his mercy.

"I don't want to leave, but Jake called and wants me to come home," I said, trying to pull myself out of the lust-induced haze I was currently in. Edward groaned and rolled out of bed and started getting dressed. I found my own clothes that had been flung about the room last night before the most passionate sex of my life.

Edward walked me to the door and pulled me into his embrace. "Do you mind if I text you later?" he asked, placing kisses along my jaw line and the column of my neck.

"Sure. Maybe Jake will have to go back to the office today or tomorrow and we could sneak out," I replied.

"Talk to you later, Love," he said and kissed me goodbye.

As I rode home in the cab I had called, I realized I had forgotten that things could be this way, so passionate and urgent. Before I knew it, I was back at my house and back to my unhappy life.