I reached for the door, but he was already there holding it open for me. "You know I'm not made of lace. I can open a door for myself," I said trying to look annoyed. But I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"Well you better get used to it," Edward replied. Shutting my door. "That's how you're going to be treated from now on."

I glared at him but he just grinned back, stopping my heart.

I started for the front door, fishing for my key as I walked. But he was already there holding it open for me.

I stopped in the entrance confused. "Was it unlocked?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I used the spare key. "

This only confused me more because I swear I had never used that key in front of him before.

As if to answer my stare he said, "I come here often."

I spun around quickly, "Why?" I blurted out. What does he mean, come here often? Was he following me? I was so confused.

He shrugged casually. "What else is there to do at night?

When I didn't answer he raised a perfect brow. "Bella?" He asked, concern coming into his voice.

"Umm okay," I finally said in a small voice. It was all I could say as I registered his words. I turned back to the hallway lost in my thoughts.

When I reached the kitchen he was already there, sitting in the chair I had always imagined him in. But right now that didn't seem important.

I opened the fridge and took out a piece of lasagne from last night's dinner. I placed it in the microwave and set it to reheat. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for what was coming.

"So," I said casually.

"Hmm?" He replied.

"How often?" I asked, watching the lasagne rotate.

"How often what?" he replied in that same lazy tone.

I growled under my breath, this was getting annoying. "How often do you come here?" I asked for the second time.

"I come here almost every night," he said.

What?!" I yelled whirling around to stare at him.

Edward's forehead creased into a frown. "Is that a problem?" He asked.

"Is that a problem!" I gasped. My head was spinning and there was an uncomfortable feeling spreading to my stomach. He was watching me every night! Was I ever alone?

"Bella," Edward said, worried now. "What's the matter?"

He can't be serious I thought. I took a deep breath.

"So were you like looking through my window or something?"

He didn't reply, and a hesitant look came across his face.

My eyes widened as realization dawned upon me.

"Oh my god," I whispered. The window. I remembered back to the morning after my first dream. I had noticed that my window swung open easily, but I had been too distracted by the sunshine to really think about it.

'You didn't did you."

He gave me a guilty look. "I oiled the window he admitted.

I think I threw up in my mouth.

"YOU WERE IN MY ROOM WHILE I WAS SLEEPING!" I screamed.

He hunched back in his chair like a beaten dog. "Yeah."

"Edward!" I screeched. "Do you have any idea how creepy that is?"

"Bella he gasped, "I love you more than anything else in the world."

I closed my eyes and tried to control my raging emotions. He was watching me sleep. This was so messed up!

"And it hurts so much to be apart from you," Edward continued excitedly. "So that's why I come every night. It calms me."

This surprised me. I thought I was the needy one. I would get lonely sometimes when I wouldn't see him for awhile, though I liked my solitude too. But Edward! He couldn't last an hour without me, it was pathetic.

"Edward," I started slowly. "I'm sure you are capable of seeing me for just the day and not the nights Read a book or something, just don't come in my room!"

His face became broken and sad.""Bella ," he whispered. "I can't not see you; I have to hear your voice as you talk in your sleep. The way your chest falls up and down. I live for the moments when you speak my name."

By now my cheeks were burning with disbelief, this was all to much to take. This had to end now.

But before I could even open my mouth his arms were around me.

"Don't be embarrassed," he murmured in my ear, making me to shiver. Not in a good way,

mind you.

"If I could dream it would be about you," he said smiling into my hair.

I uncomfortably squirmed out of his arms, causing him to frown again.

"That was not why I blushed; Edward," I started. "I did because I'm disgusted, not embarrassed."

I could see I was hurting him, but I didn't care things had already gone too far.

"So please Edward," I continued. "Just leave."

"Bella please," he begged. Starting to break down. "I need you."

I finally lost my temper.

"JUST GET OUT OF HERE YOU PERVERT!" I shouted. "Just go Edward!"

That did it. I got one last look glimpse of his face in a mask of agony, before he vanished.

I took the long done lasagne out of the microwave and placed it onto the table where I simply stared at it. My appetite was long gone, due to the recent events. Sighing I stood up and left the kitchen. This certainly had been an interesting evening I mused as I walked through the house. Than tomorrow was going to be even better! I made a quick mental note to ask Charlie to bolt my window down, or all the windows for that matter. Hopefully he won't ask too many questions. Approaching the living room, I went to find a book.