Chapter 1- From Almost Capsizing to a Hot Altercation

EPOV

I jogged through two hundred feet of calf-deep snow at the side of the road, to where tracks went over the side. The Camaro had continued its uncontrolled slide off the road, dropped about fifteen feet, and slammed dead center into a fair sized pine tree. The front end hugged the tree, keeping the vehicle from falling into the gorge. It was on a greater incline than my Wrangler with only one lone pine to hold the much heavier vehicle.

I could not see anyone moving or trying to get out.

Fuck this isn't good.

Not that I could see anything really; the snow was spilling down so aggressively if I were to extend my arm forward it'd be lost in the cascading blanket of snow. "Damnit," I spat while lowering myself cautiously down the hillside to the driver's door.

God, what if there are teenagers, a family with kids in this car? What if they are dead? I can't deal with this shit right now, I have to get them all out. I can't just leave them here, sooner or later the pine tree is gonna give way and goodbye permanently to whomever is in this vehicle.

I rubbed my jacket sleeve against the window to wipe away the snow covering the sleek surface and to my own surprise did not find a family with kids.

Thankfully.

Instead I found a bewildered woman who was probably in her early twenties. The moonlight was bliss for me, I could see clearly if she was hurt in any way. Blood trickled down the side of her stunning face from a cut across the top of her left brow. The seat belt looked locked and snug around her navy blue pea coat. Her almond shaped pools of honey suckle colored eyes were heavy lidded and darting around. Her eyebrows pulled down and her forehead wrinkled.

"My holy ghost." I couldn't even believe that this was even happening.

And fuck it is cold.

But somehow it's hotter than the hinges on the gates of hell.

I reached for the door handle and struggled with the process of actually getting the door open. I tried about seven times and my efforts seemed to be useless. Meanwhile the woman in the car was still gazing around, oblivious to what has just happened in the span of a few minutes. I realized that with the fender pushed back over the seam of the door that I really had to pull hard to get the son of a bitch open. I wedged my boot again the edge of the fender, gripped the door handle, and yanked as hard as I could. The muscles in my arms stretched and almost fell limp before the metal screeched in protest.

"God damnit!" I shout at the door.

I seriously did not wanna have to do this.

I bawled up my fist that was covered in the brown and green glove that my grandmother had knitted for me over four years ago. My fist flew towards the window and was unsuccessful at my initial intentions.

"GAH FUUUU—" I covered my mouth with my sore hand. "Mmmmphhh! Shit fucking, cocksucker!"

Mother fucker that hurt like a damn bitch! I am sure I had to have broken my knuckle trying that shit.

I paced back and forth quickly getting a grip. I had to concentrate on getting this woman out of the damned car, later I will check to see if I broke my knuckle.

I had to find a better method; the glass of the window didn't even crack.

Back to plan A.

I had to try and yank the door open again. I wrapped my left hand around the handle and my aching right hand rested firmly on the arch of the driver's door. I jerked backwards and heard the door shriek as it fell open.

God almighty thank you for adrenaline I thought I lost all of my strength at tonight's performance.

I duck my head under to search through the car, for a second I didn't really know what I was searching for until I stared at her for a moment and realized that she was still bleeding. I needed to find something to press against her to at least stop the bleeding. I rummage through the glove compartment and console assembly; I grasp a white papery napkin and press it against her wound.

"Hey." I figure I might as well try to get a word out of her, make sure she doesn't have a concussion or something.

Very quickly I begin to realize that with the door wide open and the windshield busted the warmth from the interior was quickly escaping. I acted speedily and unbuckled her seat belt and gently moved her over as I did so the napkin dropped from her forehead onto the cool ground outside. I slid into the car beside her, pulling the door closed to preserve any heat that I could. She seemed to be very light.

Then again I'm not the weakest guy so.

I carefully brushed a few strands of what seemed to look like black hair from her delicate face as she grumbled something too low for me to hear. I went to go grab the napkin but remembered that it had fallen onto the ground outside.

"Fuck." I rolled my eyes.

I pulled up my jacket and ripped off a chunk of my yellow Queen t-shirt. I went back to tending to the lovely woman who was pretty much completely disoriented beside me. I pressed the cotton against her cut above her brow. I was trying my best to remember what to do for a head injury.

Which is absolutely nothing. I am at a loss, the closest I've ever come to giving someone any type of medical attention was when me and Emmett were at a bar down in Talihina and some jackass cracked a bottle over his head for flirting with his 'woman'. Of course Emmett's a big guy so he didn't go down. But he did get a mean cut.

Her eyes were searching the ceiling of the car, wandering aimlessly.

"Shit, what am I? Do I look like a fucking doctor?" I spoke to myself, attempting to calm the anxiety that was creeping up overwhelmingly. "They're always ready for some shit like this. I'm not. Com'on Cullen, stay calm get your shit together." I moved closer to her taking in the scent of fresh pines and lavender from the befuddled woman beside me. It smelt so refreshing, so natural and fresh. "Miss?" I breathed against her ear hoping to get something outta her mouth that made some sort a sense.

I wanted to bring her back to coherence long enough to find out who she was or where she lives. Hopefully she did not live that far away. I hadn't even checked to see if the Wrangler was in good condition to drive. I just practically sprinted out to come down here.

I need to get her some help.

My phone!

Duh dipshit.

I searched my pockets with one hand and quickly realized that it was gone. I probably didn't realize that I dropped it once I got out of the car after it spun out of control and stopped on the side of the slippery road just inches away from the hill.

I shook my head thinking about how this all began. "Nah guys I can drive home, it ain't that bad out! Shit I'll be alright!" I say aloud. None of this would have happened if I would have not been stubborn and just take the bus home with the guys.

Fucking idiot!

I pressed firmly against the material I held to her brow and sighed.

I'll just check for my phone when we go back out to get to my car.

An adorably quiet moan escaped the beautiful woman's lips, startling me from my own thoughts. I ran my unoccupied still throbbing hand through my hair and placed my mouth close to her ear. "Ma'm?"

"Oh, my—" She says in a soft voice and turns towards me. "You're awake? Already?" She just stared at me with those gorgeous eyes. But in those eyes I saw something that unnerved me deeply.

Trepidation.

She gave a startled cry, sliding away from my touch, pushing my hand away and suddenly I felt empty.

What the hell?

I watched with a bewildered expression on my face, or at least that's the expression I felt I was giving her as she grabbed the handle of the passenger side for, tugging and scratching at it frantically. Her knit gloves would not allow her to get a good grip on the handle, her hands continuously slipping from the metal lever.

My hands went up, palms facing in her direction. "Calm down." I want to try and hold her, I was becoming more worried that she would hurt herself further as she pulled with futility at the door handle. I couldn't help but smirk at her awkward position. She just looked too damn cute.

"Sam please!" She sobbed in breathless terror, using what seemed to be the last of her strength to pound her fist on the glass.

My smirk disappeared as I realized that she really thought that I was someone else.

Trust me honey you're not getting through that.

She let out a strangled cry before losing consciousness falling back against the passenger door.

Suddenly I hear a crunching sound as the car lurched violently to the side, my asshole clenched so hard as the car swung around the tree about a foot. I shout grabbing the woman with one hand as my injured one goes up in front of us before it stopped.

Shit shit shit shit! Please don't fall, please, please, please.

It became quite clear that gravity had no intentions on answering my silent prayers. This car wasn't going to be cooperating with my thoughts, I had to get this woman and myself out of this car before we both fall to our deaths.

I tugged on her, leaning her against my chest. My heart was thumping so loudly as I snatched her bag from the floor, placing it on her lap. Carefully, I pushed myself backwards towards the door, gently dragging the girl along by her coat. I figured leaping out of the car rapidly would do me no good assuming that the car would react to the jarring movements by reeling down, as much as I really wanted to just go all 007 at this point. Even with the anxiety pinching at every nerve in my body I tried my absolute hardest to concentrate on moving as slowly as I could.

Pretty fucking daft of me to climb in here in the first place.

Her struggle before had apparently upset the balance of the vehicle and I had no intention of making it any worse that it already was.

Which was pretty damn bad.

I reached behind my back, pushing the door open as slowly as I could while holding onto her. With the angle that the car was at now it was nearly impossible to open the door. After about five tries I gave up doing this the careful way and decided I seriously didn't want to die today. I turned giving the door a good shove, it sprang all the way open. I jammed my boot against it to keep the door from rebounding closed again.

"Ahk, fucking Christ!" I cursed as the car shifted again towards the gorge. I held my breath for what felt like hours until the car was stable enough for us to try and get out. I slid out of the Camaro, planting my boots as firmly on the snowy hillside as I could and praying to God as I dragged the girl across the seat that somehow he could grant me the serenity to deal with this bullshit right now.

I let out a sigh as I grabbed her bag and threw it behind me while now holding onto her collar. Once I was absolutely sure of my footing, I tugged gently on her jacket sliding her slowly out. She was complete dead weight and I had no idea what kind of injuries she might have. I feared moving her too quickly, I didn't want to put her in any kind of pain or making this any worse than it needed to be. I had her upper body clear of the car when there was a creaking sound and the snow beneath the tires crunched in protest as the heavy vehicle began to slide in earnest.

Fuck being gentle.

It was almost like I wasn't controlling my movements anymore. I felt my arms immediately wrap under hers, as my body leaned uphill away from the car, digging my heels in as I tried to pull her clear.

I watched in absolute horror as he booted foot caught the steering wheel as the Camaro gave in to gravity.

"NO!" I shout as I do the only thing I could think of doing quick enough. I reach down and whack her calf brutally, all the while shaking our bodies till just in the nick of time her boot freed as the car gave way.

I held her body tightly against mine as I knelt down on the freezing ground, almost in tears.

Come on Eddie, gotta get back to the car!

I hear nothing for a while and then come the booming echo of the car crashing.

God that would have been a hell of a fall.

I couldn't even bring myself to check on the girl, I just wrapped my arm around her waist and lugged her back up the hill. My energy was now deflated, I didn't even put that much effort for searching for the phone, I felt as if I would just break into a million pieces, but getting this girl safe and sound was all that was processing through my brain now.

I tell ya' this takes the fucking cake of being the most energizing moments of my damned life.

I stumbled to my Wrangler and with what felt like the last of my strength heaved the girl up on my shoulder. I opened the passenger door and carefully set her down. Once I slam the door shut I inspect my vehicle from the outside, seeing only that there is a very noticeable dent in the front lip and side fender of the car. I looked at the ground that seemed to have another two inches of snow on it than it did before and decided that my phone would be rather impossible to find.

Who gives a fuck!? We survived!

I pulled on my hair as I slid into the car. There wasn't that much damage to the car so there was no problem actually starting it up.

Heat blasted throughout the car rather quickly. The car was stuck in the snow on the side of the road so I had to get it in neutral and shove the damned thing back on the road.

Boy, was that fun.

When I got back in the car I watched the woman in the passenger seat anxiously, I began to calm down quite a bit when I saw her chest moving up and down.

Thank the heavens she is still alive.

My numb body was beginning to defrost as I began to realize that it was snowing way too much to drive a great distance. I drove about ten miles per hour on the road; I literally could not see twenty feet in front of me.

I began to try and find a place to stop for the night at least. The gas in the car wouldn't last all night with the heat running, so that was looking to be the only option for us.

I drove for a painful hour until I gazed to my right as saw what looked like a log cabin.

Sweet baby Jesus! Somebody can call the cops for us!

I parked the car on the side of the road, nothing had been shoveled so I couldn't very well park it next to the cabin. As I approached the cabin though I noticed no lights were on.

It's the dead of night, whoever is living there is sleeping soundly.

It looked broken down.

Probably because of the constant storms.

And no doorbell…

They probably don't like technology.

I decided to just pound on the door, and as I waited for a response I kept glancing over my shoulder towards the car.

I pushed on the door and it gave way. Looking into the nightmarishly dark room I decided that this was the best I was going to do, so I turned and headed for the car to get the woman.

My ears definitely did not deceive me when I heard a stifled cry shaking the woman's body.

Don't wake up just yet.

If she were to wake up in the same state of confusion as she did when we were in the car I was sure that she would try to make a run for it. I didn't want her on her feet, I wasn't sure still if she had injured anything on her body from the crash.

What if she like ran out of my arms and down the hill thinking I was a psycho serial killer?

I really didn't feel like dealing with my own mind as I continued towards the cabin. Finally reaching it I placed her in the archway of the door.

Alright there has to be a fireplace in here.

There was a chimney so without a doubt there was one, but I wasn't going to go stumbling through the dark room to find a set of matches.

I got some old newspapers and a lighter in the car.

Damn I really do come in handy, never realized how prepared I was for this type of shit. The bitter cold was just now stinging at my flesh. I didn't really expect to get in a car accident in the middle of nowhere so my attire was rather inoperative. I had a jacket and gloves on…

Surprised I don't have any early signs of hypothermia…Then again I wouldn't know, would I?

"Okay," I muttered as I flung everything I could find in my car that might serve some kind of purpose into the duffle bag in the back seat.

Lighter…Newspapers…my clothes…was handy enough to have a first aid kit in my small ass trunk. And a toothbrush…lip chap, never know when ya' gon' need it.

I shook my head quickly deciding that everything in the bag I would somehow end up needing everything that I had in the duffle bag.

As I approached the cabin again I stepped over the unconscious woman on the floor and placed the duffle bag beside the door. I used the lighter to try and at least see what I'm working with.

This seemed to be a compact cabin. Dust collected graciously on the big velvet sofa in the center of the room, it had a big Indian patterned blanket covering most of it, while off by the right corner near the entrance was table with empty cans of Bud Light. I see two doors off to the right side of the room, and right now I was going to assume that one of them was a bedroom, and the other hopefully a bathroom. I call out a 'Hello!" and get no answer. I look to my left and see a small kitchen with a meat freezer, oven, and all.

God yes, there might be food for later.

My eyes zero in on the big brick fireplace in the wall of the room directly in front of me, behind the sofa. Almost immediately I grab a newspaper and head over to the fireplace. I touch the wood to make sure that it's not wet. And feeling that it was as dry as an unhormonal 80-year-old woman I lit the newspaper and tossed it on the wood. I grabbed a poker from beside me and shoved the burning newspaper underneath the wood.

I try to laugh in my own frustration, not believing how much has happened in so little time frame.

"This is punishment," I guess to myself. "Punishment for doing drugs when I was little and getting to second base with my second cousin at uncle Buddy's house when I was fourteen." I sigh as I push myself to get up.

I head over to the woman still knocked out in between the door and the dangerous temperatures of outside. I drag her in slowly and kick the door shut, I saw there was one'a them chain locks and locked the door.

I'm not trying to get killed tonight.

I stare at her bag and decide that we are way past the point of personal privacy and zip it open. I see the necessities that any woman would need. Her clothes, toothbrush, wad of cash, body stuff. I gazed at her and shook my head slowly.

Who exactly you running from girl?

Once I got this woman to the fireplace I cringed at the thought of what I had to do next.

Undress her.

By all means I would fucking love to, but under the circumstances I didn't want her to wake up and think I was about to molest her by candle light.

Don't be a pussy.

It ain't even about that. I really didn't wanna get snuffed all over because she thinks I'm gonna hurt her.

Or that Sam is gonna hurt her…

I hadn't even realized that my fists were clenching at the very thought and flash back to the moment she looked at me and thought that I was…Sam? Mother fucker, who ever that Sam was musta hurt her.

My ass hit the floor hard as I picked her up and leaned her into me. The fire was doing a good enough job of keeping the cool air from over taking our bodies. I looked at her intently; her beautiful features were soft in her state of unconsciousness. She had to be Spanish or something, maybe Indian, or middle eastern. I don't know I'm not good with this sort of thing, but I knew that she looked so exotic. I stroked her cheek sweetly and ran my thumb over her blossom soft lower lip. I watched as her slender eye brows furrowed for a moment and I absolutely watch in terror, hoping that she don't wake up and flip the hell out. But then, it surprises me that her slight movement becomes still.

I let out a deep breath of air and begin to unbutton her pea coat. As I open the jacket I see that she has a very amusing sweat shirt on. One of them get licky shirts, with two pink ice creams on either breast decorated beautifully with sprinkles of every color, and below where her belly button should be was a grinning mouth with its tongue trying to reach one of the ice creams.

This is really one hell of a shirt.

I smiled weakly and let out a throaty chuckle only to flinch slightly because of what the cold air had done to my throat.

Fuck what if I lose my voice.

I couldn't concentrate on that now, I gotta make sure this girl is alright. I took off every outdoorsy piece of clothing that she had on. All she was wearing now were thermal leggings that I didn't expect to find under her jeans and her sweat shirt. I had to take her socks off because they were just soaked, as well as her pants. I minded my boundaries for the most part, I was really terrified that she would wake up during this.

And then I get assult charges pressed on me or some shit, and I really don't need that. I go down, so does the band. I cannot have that.

I sat cross legged and placed her legs over my knees. I began to massage her calves and tried not to get to high up her thighs. I could just tell that she had an incredibly sexy body type. She seemed to be leggy, an average breast size which I'm sure look perfect underneath all of these clothes, and a flat stomach. God I really did want to caress her, make her feel some sort of comfort that I really felt no one else could give her.

What the fuck am I doing?

I had to at least try to check if she's hurt, I did whack her calf to get her boot off of the steering wheel before the car continued its way down the gorge.

Seeing no discomfort in her face as I was checking her legs and stomach I lowered my ears down to her chest to hear

Thump!

Thump, thump!

Thump, thump!

A beating heart, thank Jesus. "Miss?" I whimpered as I picked her up and laid her down on the couch. I crawled over her and lay beside her after ripping off my own jacket and boots. I used the blanket covering the sofa to spread out over us. I wrapped one arm around her waist as my other pretty much broken hand rested on her face.

After a few beats I felt her body nestle closer to mine. I froze thinking she was about to wake up when all she said was, "Unghh."

This is going to be an interesting night.

I responded softly against her forehead, "you're safe now, alright?"

Her body jerked.

Fuck, don't tell me.

"Wha—what the hell?" She questioned practically jumping off of the couch and onto the floor.

"Miss, I'm not Sam." I held up my hands and gazed hopelessly at the woman scrambling on the floor to get up.

"S—Sam? Sam!" She snarled, her eyes locking with mine.

This crazy b—

Looking as if she were going to lunge at me I embraced her in a bear hug and got to pin this crazy girl down.

I started to repeat myself slowly 'calm down'

Fuck this girl needs some Prozac.

As she thrashed about on the floor beneath me, begging to let her go. For Sam to let her go, all the while I'm getting tired of this bull shit.

Smack the living hell outta her, then she'll snap out of it.

I can't very well do that now can I? She'd just be even more scared. I roll my eyes trying to think, but she's just screaming in gibberish—"HEY!" my voice booms throughout the small cabin, her red-rimmed eyes fly to mine.

"Please…Good God don't hurt me!"

I couldn't help but feel pain for her, my heart ached for a woman that I barely knew; I was almost scared for her. I shook her shoulders softly and said slowly, "I'm Edward Cullen," she struggled a bit more. "I'm not gonna hurt ya', I would never ever hurt ya'. I won't let anybody hurt ya'," what I was saying really had some rough emotion behind it. I couldn't bare to see anybody trying to hurt someone as beautiful as this. I was beginning to wonder if maybe she is just a crazy run away.

Her eyes softened by my words but she reached up and pushed on my shoulders so I continued just to be sure, "I'm Edward Cullen, you were in a car accident, I'm taking care of you alright? You're okay, alright?"

It seemed to snap as I felt her grip my collar. Tears ran down both cheeks as she began to have what seemed like a panic attack.

"Shh." I make a very risky move and kiss the top of her crinkled forehead. She lets me, but I'm still worried that she might not understand. "What's your name sweetie?"

She whispers something that sounds like Leasha…What a weird fucking name. I leaned down slowly and put my ear above her lips and ask her to repeat. "L-Leah Clearwater." Much better. Could make a hound dog smile with a name and face like that.

"You understand that no one is gonna hurt ya?" I placed both of my hands on her face.

She nodded quickly. "I'm so scared," she sobbed.

My heart felt like it was being torn out of my chest. "I know, shh. I'm scared too."

I really am though.

"I'm gonna let ya' up now."

As her breathing slowed back down to normal pace she sat down on the couch as I leaned against the wall near the door.

She was chewing on her bottom lip nervously, probably thinking about what exactly had happened. Her hands rubbed against her leggings. "There's no way out?" Her voice came out in a rasp, and hot damn if I didn't just melt to the floor hearing it.

I could only respond by shaking my head. "Uh-the storm is too heavy, we're gonna have ta wait till tomorrow, my car is still in good enough condition to drive, but trust me I could barely see anything tryna drive through that."

In the dull lighting I could see the corners of her mouth go up in a smirk, but quickly it faded once she realized that I was really just gaping at her.

"What?" I asked, curious to why she was going to smile.

Even in this lighting I saw her golden brown skin flush.

Is she…Is she…Blushing?

I couldn't help but find her remarkably cute.

"You aren't from the northeast are you?" She asks quietly.

I laugh not expecting that question as I begin to shake my head. "Nah, I'm from Oklahoma. You?"

She cleared her throat. "Rhode Island, actually this is my cabin. Lights musta went out cause of the storm but yeah, what a coinsidence."

I nod finding this to become extremely awkward. I really just had to come out with it because hell there ain't much else to talk about well is there?

"When you were going in and out of consciousness you kept talking…well screaming about someone named Sam, if ya' don't mind me pestering I'd like to know if you're okay and what exactly you're doing driving around here."

She seemed stunned by my blunt words, but she glared down at her hands and sighed. "He's my ex husband."

Okay…

"He isn't the nicest person in the world…"

Leah seemed like she needed to be pushed to tell me what happened. So I knelt down in front of her and hesitated a bit to place my palms on her knees but as I did she didn't seem to really mind. Only flinching slightly as I did so which resulted in me just deciding to keep my hands down in my lap.

Her hair was like a dark curtain in front of her as she lowered her head.

What are you hiding from?

I reached up to move her hair but I stopped short realizing that I really didn't want to freak out this poor girl anymore than she already was. "Can I?" I asked as soft as my voice could ask. I saw her eyes dart to my hand, she held onto herself by her waist and nodded hurriedly. "Don't-don't worry alright?" In one smooth motion I tucked her hair behind her ears and tapped on her chin with my index finger. I beamed once she looked up at me.

Fuck, she is gorgeous.

Shut up.

No she is! Fucking what I wouldn't give to just slid down those leggings of hers and show her what it means to feel good.

Am I seriously thinking this shit right now? This poor girl is in distress and I'm thinking about plowin' her with my tonkey? Fucking get a grip Edward.

"I wasn't sittin' on the bedpost," I expressed making gestures towards myself and her as I was speaking. "So you ain't gotta tell me nothin' you don't want to."

Her head tilted to the side as an amused expression glided along her fine features. "What?"

I let my head fall almost touching her lap that just generated heat I laughed feeling overjoyed that I at least got her to smile somewhat. "Damn I keep forgettin' it may be hard to understand me," I coughed out feeling a pain rise in my chest from that laugh.

She grabbed me, laying me down on my back and got up to place my legs up on the couch.

"What on earth?" I spat coughing again.

Leah hushed me, "you have to breathe, just let your belly rise up instead of your chest."

I gave her a confused look but did what she asked of me.

She shrugged. "When you have anxiety for as long as I've had it you learn new ways to deal with the whole not being able to breathe thing."

"You are strangely calm."

She pursed her lips and sighed. "I'm just happy that you aren't a crazy person-" she stopped short and her expression changed to curiosity. "Are you?"

In all seriousness I was surprised but humbled to think that she really did not know who I was. Made me feel normal. I shook my head with a smile. After a bit of discussion on the circumstances and what had happened, she surprised me by embracing me. Holding onto me by her last whim and crying into my shoulder repeating, "Thank you! Oh my God thank you!" I embraced her, not ever wanting to let go of her enticingly warm body. The smell of pines and lavender still drifted into my nostrils as I took in the scent of her glorious hair. I never felt so fucking attracted to one woman as I did her. She is just so damn cute and lovable.

I felt her still and pull away from me, suddenly leaving me feel alone.

"I hope you don't mind me running around your question," Leah says finally after minutes of intense silence. I shook my hand and began to protest thinking that she really doesn't have to sound apologetic about it, even though I am really intrigued on what her story is. She grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze which I was completely giddy over. "It's weird for me," she placed her other hand on her chest. "Like this-" she began to move her hand between us. "I really don't talk to anybody about what has happened between me and my ex husband, especially since we just happened to bump into each other right in the middle of this all."

"It's fine." I assured.

After a beat of silence Leah laughed clearly feeling uncomfortable. "I've gotta pee."

I laughed along with her.

"I've gotta pee wicked bad."

You know when someone is talking about peeing, and that all of a sudden makes you wanna pee? "You and me both." When I proceeded to get up Leah stopped me.

"Please don't leave," she said when I gave her a puzzled look.

I gave her a crooked grin and reached out towards her cheek, "May I?" I asked still reaching.

She bit her lip and nodded.

I could feel myself blush furiously.

Seriously I'm blushing?

I never blush. I'm surprised all of the blood is going to my head when I thought it'd be going straight down to my groin. When my hand rested tenderly on the side of her face she relaxed and let out a deep sigh.

My goodness Leah…You are stunning.

I watched her eyes as they studied my face carefully. It was like she was reading a damned book.

"You know what?" She asked.

She doesn't recognize me does she?

"Your eyes are beautiful," she gasped shoving away the damp hair on my forehead. "Just amazing!"

I chuckled at how excited she seemed to be over…my eyes.

Welp, you don't really hear that shit often.

She wasn't even fazed by what she just said. She was confident in what she had said, and so sure of herself. So damn sexy.

I'd love for you to be mine.

"You're so stunning," I let out that sentence in one breath and the look on her face completely changed. Something quite feral, very lusty.

Oop, now I could feel all of my blood rushing down to one area.

"This is really weird to ask, I barely know you…but you saved my life, I owe you." Leah leaned into my touch. She got so close to me and I literally felt like I was going to burst like a thirteen year old who saw his first tit. There was just something unreal and eerie about her. Her face, somewhat luminous in the extremely simple lighting from the fire. Her eyes alone made me want to spill out new generations from my dick. Eyebrows were arched over the curve before dispersing onto the bridge of her childishly pudged nose. Plump, the lips had the strangest curl to them. This enchanting face was framed wavy, ebony-colored curls, each falling to her hips. Overall, she was truly an unearthly beauty.

Honestly the longer the hair the better, something the hold on to. Ugh for fucks sake what am I crazy—no, you're horny as hell—I'm a fucking pig—no you're a man, so comfort your woman—she ain't my god damned woman she is probably emotionally distraught and self conscious from her ass of an ex—she wants comfort then! The comfort of you dic—I don't want her to do this because she feels a driven lust over what's happened tonight, I don't want to take advantage of her…but my God she is something else—she is hot…damn hot.

"What?" I let my hand caress the back of her head, she hummed in approval of my advances.

Holy hell.

Her lips traced my ear, "Kiss me? Please?" Leah's throaty voice spilled out over my entire body. I felt like I couldn't live without her in that same second. She is just…wow.

The room fell to a quick silence other than the crackle of the fire as our noses touched softly, as my mind continued to combat with itself. I became hesitant and thank goodness she did not pick up on it. Instead she growled and captured my lower lip with her teeth.

Impatient eh?

I let out a rough sigh and sat up straight pulling her body over and down onto me. Our lips crashed against each others with such intensity and strength I thought I was hurting her so I pull back only to watch with amazement as she ground herself down onto me and groaned. Her fist was bawled up around the collar of my t-shirt and all I could do was let my jaw slack.

I traced her jaw line with wet, open mouthed kisses and clutched her breast, there was such a firmness and softness to her entire body, was almost like butter. Touching her body makes my stomach tingle, my heart beat faster, it makes my mouth water...

Touching Leah's body makes me feel connected to her, to her raw feelings and her thoughts. I can sense her excitement and pleasure by how her body reacts to my touch... I traced my tongue on the entrance of her mouth. She opened and granted me what I craved. I let out another strangled groan when she pressed her heat against my painfully hard erection. We moved so perfectly together, all just so perfect.

"Fuck Leah," my voice was muffled by her collar bone as she nibbled on my ear lobe. This didn't even feel real. My mind was absolutely spinning, this is just bliss.

All I could think about was how our bodies bumped together as we picked up the pace. I move my hands down her back and feel her take a deep breath. I thought she would stop, but she didn't. I felt her lips against mine as we grew more intense, I could hear her begin to breath heavily. She pushed her body even tighter than I thought possible. Her tongue fought my own.

She won.

The way her tongue moved with her lips in perfect sync made my heart race. She bit my lip then, I felt her smile as she reached between our bodies, not too fast either, she was feeling her way down entirely.

I bent my head down to bite on her nipple through her shirt and bra softly, successfully getting the reaction I wanted.

Leah gasps, "Oh, Edward!" She repeated over and over until her movements stopped.

I looked up searching for an unspoken answer.

Did I go too far? Does she no longer want to?

"Oh my God!" her scratchy voice weeped. "You must think I put out so fucking easily! What am I doing?" Her soft hands ran through her hair as she looked into my eyes pleading for something.

My sweet Leah, I wanted to cradle her in my arms. I knew I shouldn't have done this. I feel like I just added to her pain.

I shook my head quickly, my mouth hanging open. "No! No! Of course not! Leah, it's fine really. We don't have to, you are beautiful you really are somethin' else. My God, never would I ever think that shit about ya!"

She crashed into my chest, heaving. "I'm so sorry!"

For what?—fucking shit I'm hard as a cucumber.

"I'm such an idiot!"

I shook my head and furrowed my brows. "Stop calling yourself that—"

"I am!" She shouted. "I am!" Her voice cracked painfully.

"Stop it," I hushed. "You are not." I held her in my arms and rocked back and forth. I hummed to her a song that we had sung for our EP it was called make me dream of you.

"Leah," I whispered.

"Just hold me tonight," she buried her face in my throat.

I let out a throaty laugh. "I kinda have to, I don't want you to get cold."

Oh sweet lord.

"Is that all?" She questioned.

I smiled against her hair. "I want to be able to wrap my arm around you, Leah," I whispered. "I've never found any woman so damn attractive before in my life."

She raised her head to watch my eyes intently.

"I kissed you because I wanted to, not because you asked—well I needed the permission but you get what I'm sayin'," I stuttered.

Leah grinned and kissed the tip of my nose gently. "I want you, but I'm so scared."

I hugged her tighter wanting to give her everything I had. She is so flawless to me. I want her all to myself.

"I want you too, Leah. Please, let me make you feel good."

She tugged on my hand. "Bring me to the bedroom, please."

Sam can go wash himself in honey, let the bees get him.

Okay so sorry to leave you with that cliff hanger! Review please, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this because I generally didn't think this would come out to be a good story. I'll continue with it only if you all want me to.

So till next time!

-A