A/N: This is a one-shot-Edward/Bella story. It takes place during Twilight, while they watch a film in class, and is told from Bella's point of view. The plot is loosely based on my interpretation of the song If We Kissed by Fiona Apple.

As soon as the lights were out I could feel it; the electricity that pulsed between Edward and I. I was surprised the power of it didn't cause the lights to flicker back to life. My entire body had tensed up and I had to remind myself to breathe. Through the corner of my eye I could see Edward, his body very still but not nearly as rigid as mine. I forced myself to look back at the video playing in front of the class.

I couldn't focus, not with Edward so close to me. All of my senses were tuned into him. I could hear him breathing, slow and constant. He didn't even need to breathe and it sounded forced; like he was willing it to remain steady. Maybe I was projecting. I was the one on the verge of hyperventilation. While seconds ago I wasn't breathing at all, now I couldn't stop. My lungs were fighting for short, shallow gasps of air and I was trying to beat them into submission.

I felt so far away from him. In reality we were only a foot apart, maybe less as we were sharing a table. But that foot might as well have been a mile. I could feel every particle of my body reaching for him. I had never wanted to feel his skin against mine as badly as I did then. Cool marble against warm flesh. It was dark and everyone else seemed to be much more interested in the film than I was. I could reach out easily and take his hand; probably no one would even notice. But would I be satisfied with just holding hands? The thought made me clench my fists. No, I was sure I wouldn't be.

"Bella?"

His voice was smooth and so low that only I could hear it. It was velvety and beautiful. It was exactly what I should not have been hearing at that moment, it made my head spin.

"…Bella?"

He said my name again. I loved hearing my name come from his mouth. I was tempted to wait until he'd said it a third time, but I knew I shouldn't. I very slowly turned my face to his.

"Are you alright?"

I couldn't speak; I'd looked too deeply into his eyes. They were a perfect copper today, and from there I had moved across the rest of his face. He had the most glorious features I'd ever seen on a person. Finally, I'd settled on his lips. My mouth was dry. I'd opened it, but nothing had come out. I couldn't even think of anything to say, so maybe it was just as well. I wasn't sure I was alright. I could feel my heart racing and my lungs fighting me even harder. It was embarrassing, I had to say something.

I settled with a nod.

He stared back at me, unconvinced. I could tell he was searching for something, probably whatever was causing me to act so crazy. If only he had a mirror. I was still looking at his lips. They were perfect; full and smooth. I shut my eyes tight and faced forward once more. I realized my mouth was still open and shut that too. I drew in one deep breath and slowly let it out, opening my eyes again as I did so. Half an hour and the lights would come back on. Hopefully all the static between us would lift too and I could go back to having coherent thoughts.

Suddenly the space between us didn't feel as vast as it once had. I was very aware of how close our bodies were. Had he moved closer to me? Maybe he was trying to get a closer inspection. It didn't matter; I could almost feel his knee against mine. If I moved my leg just a fraction of an inch we could be touching. The idea of it made the room blur. Before I could make my classmates sit still again, our knees were touching. Edward had fidgeted and for just one moment, we had made contact. I felt the electricity scorch the spot where his body had met mine. It was the only thing I could think of.

I glanced at Edward. He was sitting just as he had been this whole time, although now his forehead was wrinkled. I was sure I was worrying him. I was worrying myself too. What was wrong with me? He caught me sneaking a peek and I saw the corner of his mouth pull into my favorite half-crooked smile. It was breathtaking. What I wouldn't have given to reach out and trace his smile with my fingertips.

I quickly looked forward again. I wanted to touch him so badly. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his cold, hard lips against mine. I thought about snaking my hands up into his hair and pulling his face into mine. I could picture the scene so well; everything I wanted from him. I could feel his hands around my waist, pulling me ever-closer…holding me in place while he kissed me. I imagined the sweet smell of his cool breath against my face, and feel of his tongue on my lips, pressing to slip past them.

I could hear my breathing become more and more shallow but I couldn't help myself. I wondered what Edward's reaction to my thoughts would be and I was immediately glad he had no idea what they were. I looked at Edward again and found his eyes already locked on me. My cheeks were hot and I was sure he'd never seen them so red. He looked curious and slightly amused. This realization made me suddenly nervous; maybe he did know what I was thinking. What was I thinking? Edward would never be so reckless with me. He worried that if he let go even the tiniest bit, he would lose control complete. Such a scene was totally off-limits to us.

Well, it was off-limits for now. One day I would be like him and he wouldn't have to be careful ever again. I melted at the thought. I was busy adding to my wonderful scenario when the lights came back on. The abrupt change woke me from my daydream. The electricity between Edward and I had all but disappeared. All that remained was the heat in my face and the grin on Edward's.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. As always, reviews are very much appreciated.