Chapter 2

Ding. Ding. Ding.

"Passenger's of flight #253 please remain seated and calm. What has just accord has nothing to do with the fuel tank problem. As we investigate furthermore, we discovered that the plane's wings would not sustain the pressure of the winds that are east, which is where we fly at this moment. We may be wrong and have inaccurate estimations. However, as we confirm this, go on with your time as normally. Thank you. "

Edward squeezed my hand slightly, making me look up at him. With unsure eyes, I stared into his eyes. I loved their color; they were as green as emeralds. However, it was not just the color I loved about them; it was the impossible depth in them. I stared into his eyes as if I could stare all the way into his soul.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. I had met him no longer than fifteen minutes ago, so why was I about to say yes? Why did I feel like I would be all right only if he were beside me, assuring me that everything would be okay?

"Do you trust me, Bella?" he asked again. This time I did not hesitate to answer.

"I do. I do trust you, Edward, just because I met you not too long ago do not mean I do not feel safe around you. To me you're not a stranger anymore." I smiled, knowing very well that this was true, and when he smiled back, I knew that he knew this was true.

"How do you know this, Bella? When did you know this? In the five minutes, we were staring at each other. In the second our eyes met?" When I did not reply, he asked another question, "When I came to sit beside you? When you met Alice?"

"Edward, I don't know for sure. All I know is that I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

He smiled but said nothing in reply.

"Do you trust me?" Grinning, I asked. He knew very well that I was teasing.

Edward leaned in, "As a matter of fact, no I do not, Bella."

I raised my eyebrows and I leaned in closer, "And why is that? Do I make you nervous?"

He smirked, leaning in closer to me. Our lips were centimeters apart, with one swift movement we would be kissing. With one jerk of the head, we would meet in the center, his lips on mine. "You absolutely do make me nervous, Bella. Look, for example, right now you're trying to seduce me; you cannot say I'm a slight bit nervous." I gasped, abruptly backing away.

"Excuse me? You're the one who leaned in first!"

His smirk continued to spread throughout his face as he continued to tease me. "How did I lean in, Bella? Enlighten me, please." Did he expect me to repeat our little charade? He must really want to kiss me.

"You want me to show you, huh?"

"Yes, I do." He replied, smiling innocently.

"It'd be my honor." I said, before leaning in as close to him as possible, our lips still not touching.

"Edward, Edward, Edward. Your hormones are finally acting up, huh?" Automatically we pulled apart before Edward could press his lips to mine.

Oh, for the love of all that is holy, it just had to be us, didn't it? God hates me…...God hates me…

I put my head on my knees and groaned. I cannot be more completely humiliated than right now. My cheeks grew hotter and hotter as the silence grew longer. When Edward placed his hand on the small of my back, I groaned again.

"Bella, it's okay. I am sorry if I embarrassed you in any way, I thought you would laugh. It was wrong of me, I'm sorry." Alice bit her lip, waiting for my reaction, when I looked up at her.

"It's totally okay, Alice, I'm just mortified that you caught your brother and I seconds from kissing." I shook my head, laughing.

Edward reached for my hand, "I'm upset that she interrupted us."

Alice's eyes widened, "Alrighty then…I'm gonna…head to the bathroom and…..okay." She jumped out of her seat, running to the bathroom in a hurry to get away from us. I laughed, throwing my head back at Alice's sudden giddiness. I stopped laughing when I realized Alice has left us alone, and noticed that Edward staring at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, smirking.

"You're beautiful."

I blushed and giggled, "Nice save."

"I'm dead serious. You do not believe me when I say you're beautiful. I can probably get the opinion of many men on this plane, some who are married and some who are under age. You don't realize how they look at you."

I decided to play along, "How do they look at me, Edward?" I leaned back in my, smirking.

He put his finger on his chin briefly and then smiled crookedly at me, "Do I show you or explain it?"

Shrugging, I readjusted my position so our knees were touching. Edward took a deep breath and squirmed in his seat uncomfortably.

"Well, they look at you like you're a piece of meat, that's for sure. I don't like it, which is why I think I should assure them you're not interested in them." he stuck his chin out proudly. I laughed at his security.

"Oh, and what makes you so sure I'm not interested in any guys here?"

He blushed, swallowing quietly, "Um. Well I assumed that-. I didn't mean-"

He is so damn cute when he is embarrassed. I am not sure I want to tell him I was kidding just yet.

I continued to edge him on, raising my eyebrows. Trying to keep a straight face was harder than I thought when he was so bewildered. Honestly, it took everything I had in me to not pounce on him and say, "Edward I was just kidding! I am interested in you, not the bald person or the little toddler in the back seat! It's you!"

"I just thought considering your way of acting around me…..that you might of…I don't know."

You are so mean, Bella. Tell him you were kidding!

"Well, I am interested in someone on this plane actually." I said, biting my lip, trying my hardest not to laugh.

"I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble, Bella." He got up to leave but added, "It was nice meeting you." He closed his eyes briefly, sighed and got up.

"Edward?" I asked, smiling.

He turned around and when he saw me smiling, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, "Yeah?"

I waited a second before bursting into a fit of laughter. "I….was….just kidding….." I gasped for air and continued, "Oh you should have seen….your….face!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down, shaking his head as he clicked his seat belt in place. "Oh, you're going to get it." Suddenly I stopped laughing; my wide and fearful eyes met his teasing, beautiful, eyes.

"You're not gonna…..are you?"

The grin appeared on his face and he stuck his hands deep into my waist. I shrieked when he began tickling my sides. I squirmed in my seat trying to get away from his tickling hands, but with no success.

"Say you didn't mean to hurt my feelings."

How am I supposed to say that while you are practically on top of me, tickling me to death? Oh, but please do not get off, I certainly do not mind.

"I didn't…mean…..to hurt…..your feelings…! Please stop, Edward!" He kept tickling me, smirking in the process.

"Now, say you'll never do it again."

"I…..I'll never do…..that again…I swear! Please!"

He retrieved his hand from my waist, which let me catch my breath and wipe the sweat off my forehead.

"You…are so evil." I whispered, breathing heavily. He grinned again, this time winking, too.

"Wipe that smug look off your face, I beg you, before I wipe it off myself." I call back as I bend down and retrieve the pillow that had fallen off my lap. When I look back up, Edward is looking at my neck. Automatically, I flip my hair trying to cover it up, blushing too.

He did not notice anything….he did not notice anything.

"What is that, Bella?" he lifted his hand towards my neck, about to flip my hair out of the way when I flinch and turn towards the window.

He cannot find out about my past, I will not let this beautiful man think I was abused. I will not. I have gone through too much and gone too far now to give up. I will not let him know anything…

"It's nothing. I was cut on my way to the bathroom yesterday. A metal slab was sticking out of the shower and I slipped and fell on it. " I said assuring, hoping he did not see right through me and notice I was lying. Apparently, I did not lie well enough because Edward's hands made it to my waist and I instantly got nervous. Was he going to leave because he found out? Was it going to be like my other relationship?

"Bella, I can see right through you. Do not make this harder than it already is. I thought you trusted me."

I swallowed nervously, not looking into his eyes, "I do, Edward, and that's the problem. I'm scared that if you find out, you'll be too nice about the fact that I'm….." I stopped before I gave myself away.

"You're a…... a what, Bella? I can take it, I'm strong." He patted his chest and smiled profoundly. Without thinking, I laughed.

Damn you, Edward, damn you for being so perfect, brilliant and overall, sweet and kind, damn you.

"You're a…?" he edged on. I gave another nervous laugh.

Edward tilted his head to the side, eyebrows raised.

I stared intently into his eyes, "I'm….."

"This is making you uncomfortable. It is all right, Bella. You don't have to tell me, I understand." He smiled kindly.

Oh God, how I badly wanted to tell Edward what happened. How badly I wanted to get everything off my chest, everything I kept since it happened. I had not even told my mom or Phil, or even Emmett, and boy I told my brother everything that was going on. If something was bugging me, he was the first one to know. If kids at school picked me on, Emmett would know the day it happened. If I had a crush on a new kid, he would know that too. He was my best friend, brother, and a father figure to me when Renee and Charlie divorced.

Even though I had told my brother everything, I had not told him about that one night with Ivan, that horrible night with Ivan. On the outside, he looked like any other person, muscular, charming, and smart. He had every single girl eating out of the palm of his hand in high school. All the girls drooled over him when he spoke, they sighed dreamily at the velvety voice that erupted from his red, soft lips. All the girls believed that he was everything they could ask for in a person. Later on, only did I prove those girls wrong.

Ivan Nunez, seventeen years old and gorgeous, lived with his parents on the outskirts of Forks, Washington. He lived with his mother and father, both successful in their jobs; they were able to pay the house and still pre-pay for Ivan's collage. See, Ivan's dad, Jose Nunez loved fishing and so did my dad. He and Charlie would go every damn weekend together to the lake next to Olivia's Bait Shop. There, they spent hours fishing, which felt like days with Ivan and I.

You could say that Ivan and I were friends, because in reality it was somewhat true. On Sunday's, when Jose would drop by the house to pick up Charlie for their fishing trip, Ivan would tag along, seeing he had no choice, he just followed his dad.

The first time I met him, I immediately noticed that Ivan's hair was jet black, spiked up in all direction with gel. I noticed that his jaw line was perfect, not too square, not too round. I noticed that he always had a grin on his face, no matter his mood. Those were the first things I noticed about him, and I think that was what first attracted me to him. Of course, I did not think about him night and day like some girl's, I was not obsessed. I just had a teenage crush.

At that time, I was sixteen and it was a month or so before my birthday. Sunday came by like any other day and I found myself staring at myself in the mirror dressed in a short, flowy, skirt with a blue tank top. I never dressed like this; I was the kind of girl that would wear jeans and a t-shirt.

As I heard the familiar sound of a truck coming up the driveway, I patted my cheeks once more with blush and ran down the steps, careful not to mess up my freshly painted toenails.

Call me crazy, and please do call me crazy, but I thought I was in love with Ivan Nunez. Maybe I was wrong, maybe not, but there was something about him that did not stop him when he leaned forward right after I closed the door behind Jose and my dad. It was different with him; and I allowed him to lift my tank top. Next thing I knew there was a moaning, sweaty, Ivan on top of me.

"The color blue looks lovely with your skin." Ivan said smiling after buttoning up his pants. I made a curtain with my hair, hiding my blush.

"You wait now to tell me this." I replied, pulling the purple sheets closer to my naked body.

His laugh was like nothing I have ever heard, it sounded devilish, yet so sweet. I automatically melted when he laughed and sat at the edge of my bed, still in only his khaki pants. He brought his hand to caress my arm, shivering in the process at his cold touch.

"Bella,"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, my lips nearing his.

"We can't, our dads will be home any minute now," and as if on cue, my dad's truck tires groveled up the pavement. He chuckled when I groaned.

Quickly, I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a shirt I had worn the night before, and then grabbed my laptop just in time to hear my dad's footsteps nearing my door. He knocked first, as always, and then opened the door when I granted access.

"How did your night go, kiddo?" he smiled, nodding toward Ivan and I lounged on my bed, staring at a blank computer screen.

"Eh, same old same old, nothing new," I shrugged; hoping my dad did not noticed a newly fresh hickey on the side of my neck or my shaded pink cheeks.

I breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded absently and closed the door before saying that he had brought a cooler filled with fish and he and Jose were already baking one. I turned my head to Ivan to find him staring off in to space, a worried look on his face. I nudged him playfully, and when he did not look away I asked, "Ivan, what's the matter?"

He gulped silently, though I could hear it perfectly clear, "I'm not feeling so well, I think I should go home." He whispered, his voice cracking in the end. Sensing his sudden lack of comfort, I stroked his bare arm. Was it something I said? Did I do something wrong?

"Well, how about I go get you an ice pack and you can lie down until-" I abruptly stopped when he shoved me off the bed.

"No. It is nothing you can fix, Bella. I need to go." With shirt and keys in hand, he sprung open my door and ran down the steps, an attempt to get away from me. I had to of had said something wrong.

I thought for a moment.

"Eh, same old same old, nothing new,"

Did he take that to offense? Did he actually believe that I did not enjoy myself?

The real question is did I really want that? Did I really want to have sex at such an early age? Did I want to have my first time with him? I knew the risks for STD'S, HIV'S, pregnancy, but right now, none of those questions roamed my head.

Did I really want my first time to be with him?

Of course I did. He was everything every girl wanted and he picked me, out of all the girls in the entire school….correction: all the girls in town. He had picked me, it made it even better that I was falling for him.

I replayed the scene back over in my head, pausing when something caught my eye. Only then did I realize I had lost my virginity to someone who did not love me back. I had just given myself to Ivan. I had just become a vulnerable, stupid, and reckless, girl, and I would never be able to get that part of me back because it belonged to Ivan Nunez now.

Ivan Nunez had stolen my virginity at sixteen.

After twelve phone calls, seven text messages and two visits at his house, I had not seen Ivan since that night. It had been three and a half weeks since that day with him, three and a half weeks since that life-turning day.

However, one day after school, that all changed.

Tuesday, September 21st, 3:45pm, Ivan had come knocking at my door. At first, I was so startled I could not bring myself to detach my face from the window, or bring my feet to work properly for that matter. My entire body was only under one command, Get away from Ivan. In addition, I do not know why. I had a gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach when I peeked through the white lace curtain of my dad's window and saw his red Jeep that did not go away until I had shut the door in his face.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped, crossing my arms defiantly over my chest once I opened the door. As I waited for him to speak, I wedged my foot behind the door just in case I needed to slam it in his face. I have seen it done in movies; it would be a piece of cake.

"I….you called," He stared at me in confusion.

"Twelve times, where the hell were you, Ivan, off screwing some other girl's ass?"

"You're the one who brought this on, Bella! Do not blame anything on me! You are the one with that pert, little, round ass that is just freaking luscious! You are the one who wore that tight, little blue tank top, practically shoving your tits in my face! You are the one who allowed me to kiss you, Bella, and if I remember correctly, you didn't stop me when I started to lift up your shirt. Am I right?" The once beautiful brown eyes were now a devious, muddy, dark black. They started back at me, coldly, as I was not able to say anything back after his sudden outburst.

Taking a deep breath, I furrowed my eyebrows together, "What? You think this is my entire fault. What was a girl supposed to do when a 125-pound man is on top of her, practically shoving his dick up her skirt? What was I supposed to do, Ivan? You do not ask you just assume they want it from their body language. Ivan, I just wanted you to notice me other than knowing me as your "buddy" or "pal". You clearly do not know how to treat a girl and never will. Now that you took my virginity, I hope you are satisfied. You can now leave me alone and get out of my life." I used my foot to slam the door right in his face, just in time because he threw the plant pot at me. Thankfully, he only cut my neck and did not get the entire right side of my face.

Goodbye Ivan. I thought as I patted a white cloth to the wound.

"I so badly want to tell you, Edward." I shut my eyes in despair, bringing my hands to my eyes and rubbing them frantically, trying to get that horrid image out of my mind. Edward brought his hand to my cheek, stroking it from my nose to my chin. He repeated this process before leaning in as close as possible and whispered, "If I try to guess what happened to your neck, will that help?"

I nodded once, lowering my head.

Edward cleared his throat, grabbing my hand and asking the first set of questions, "Okay, let's start with the obvious. Did an animal do this to you or a person?" he grinned, knowing I was going to crack up.

Surely, I did crack up.

In between giggles I said, "Which….do….you think, Edward?"

He laughed, too, then, pecking my cheek as well which only made me blush three more shades of red.

"I'm guessing an animal…? A human cannot possibly do such a thing to a young lady, especially, a beautiful one as you."

You are not making matters better when you talk like that, look at me like that, or say those sweet, alluring things to me, Edward, not helping.

My smiled faded, "Actually….."

He shook his head before I finished, his eyes staring intently into mine, "A person did that to you?" I did not even have to answer because he already knew.

Small rubbles once again jolted throughout the plane. Another sob escaped from someone's lips and then several others erupted into a perfect unison, sort of like a whale callings. Edward's eyes met mine, Edward's eyes, those gorgeous green orbs, started directly at me, asking me so many questions by just his facial expression.

Why did they do this, Bella?

How did they do this?

How did they get away with doing this?

How bad did it hurt you?

What was it that cut your neck?

How long ago was this?

Does anyone else know about this?

I took a staggering, deep breath and told him what happened, what happened with Ivan and me. How I thought I loved him, how I wore that damn, flowy skirt that caused all the trouble. How my dad came in without noticing my hickey or Ivan without a shirt.

I told Edward everything I had not told Emmett. I did not even leave out any of the details, no matter how much this was boring him. When I finished, I slammed my head on his chest a couple of times, yelling at myself for being so naïve and oblivious to the signs that were right in front of me.

"Hey, hey, hey,"- he brought his index finger to lift up my chin- "None of this is your fault. From what I know, Ivan does not know what he lost. He doesn't know what an amazing girl he had right in front of him. He does not realize what an amazing, beautiful girl he has just lost. But I'm grateful he didn't notice you, love, because then I wouldn't be able to do this without getting punched in the guts."

Then he leaned down to press his soft, cold lips to mine.

At first, I was still trying to comprehend what he had said, trying to comprehend that he just called me 'love' as if he had been saying it his whole life. Eventually, my brain caught up with the fact that there was a beautiful, amazing man pressing his lips on mine. Therefore, urgently, I kissed him back, winding my arms around his neck, straining myself closer to him.

Come any closer and you are on his lap, Bella, take it one-step at a time.

The tip of his cool, cold, tongue touched my lower lip, and I granted him access and combusted.

I scrambled gently, but quickly on to his lap, opening my mouth to allow him to slide his tongue. Soon enough, we were both gasping for air as our tongues fought for dominance. A few moans here and there were loose, which was technically his fault. He did the things with that amazing, damn tongue of his. He would stroke my tongue, capture my lower lip between his teeth, suck on my upper lip which drove me crazy.

I moaned softly when he bit down on my lower lip, again, "Edward." I said breathlessly.

He chuckled at my loss for words.

A few minutes later, we parted, both breathing heavily. I rested my forehead on his and looked him in the eyes as I blushed at what we had just done.

He caressed my cheek softy before saying, "I'm sorry, Bella. I did not mean to come on to you that fast, I do not usually behave this way, you are just too much to resist. I know you are a little scared about the Ivan thing, but I hope you know that no one in the right mind would do something like that to you. No body, not me, no one." He smiled kindly at me, his green eyes looking iridescent in the moonlight.

Of course, Edward would not do anything like that. He would not just leave after having sex with me.

Yeah, and you thought you were in love with Ivan.

Oh, shut up. Edward is different, he actually cares for me, he knows what it is like to have a crazy sibling and understands me.

I debated with myself for a while, while Edward stroked my hair softly, waiting patiently for a response.

"Bella?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yeah,"

"I hope you know I would never do that. Take advantage of you, I mean."

I tilted my head slightly looking up at him, questioning his comment.

"I believe you." I smiled up at him sincerely, hoping he understood what I was trying to say. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair nervously. I bit my lip, blushing at the position we were in.

"Do you mind staying here? I mean, just for the flight, or if you like, you don't have to stay the whole flight. Just long enough until I'm-" Edward crushed his soft, smooth, lips to mine, interrupting my outrageous babbling.

Against my lips, Edward laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" I questioned when I deliberately pulled away.

"I've known you no longer than an hour and I already can see you worry too much. You're going to be prematurely gray, do you know that?" he cocked his head to the side in that adorable way that it took everything in my not to pounce on him.

Blushing, I said, "I do worry a lot. My brother says that all the time." The thought of Emmett brought a smile to my face, which Edward noticed almost instantaneously.

"Tell me more about your brother." He prompted.

I chuckled, raising my eyebrows, "Understand once I start talking, I can't stop….." I warned, smirking.

"I don't mind. I love hearing your voice." The wink he gave right after stirred something in me, a new edge to our conversation that had me questioning it almost freely.

Could he be more perfect?

"Well, what's there to know? He has the brains, the looks, the girls, the charm…..he's my parents miracle. The only reason people knew me in school was him. Every single one of his teachers loved him, and don't even get me started on the women loved Emmett. Oof. It was insane, Edward. There was a girl at our door, every single damn day!" I laughed, remembering the hundreds of females knocking on our door. "They all came by asking for Emmett, wondering if he was busy. But I gave them all the same answer; he's with Rosalie and shut the door right in their face."

"Ohhh," Edward crooned. "Feisty." He growled, amusingly.

"Laugh all you want, I'm serious."

"So, who's this Rosalie he was with all the time?" he asked, somewhat intrigued with my life story.

"Oh. She's my best friend, a year older than me, blond, amazing, oh and gorgeous, too." I shrugged.

Edward blinked his eyes at me, cocking his head slightly. "I doubt it she's any more beautiful than you."

"Believe me, she is." I said, blushing 10 million shades of red. Edward laughed and simply shook his head, rubbing my back soothingly. I let out a deep breath and continued. "Anyway, Rosalie and Emmett were inseparable. They were together day and night; of course, my parents did not mind that because they adored Rosalie, she was an angel. Emmett and she were…." I shook my head slowly, deeply engrossed in the memory.

"Uh-huh, and what did you think about that? I can see you are not so happy about them being together. Why is that?"

"I….it's not that I'm not happy for them, because I am happy. For them, that is. It's just that….." I sighed. "I was just so jealous of them. They were so perfect, happy, and so into each other. I knew I would never find someone like that, or at least I hope I would, but, I still think I'm one step behind them, always have been." My mind was clearly unaware that I started crying because I didn't notice until Edward started to shush me and wipe my tears from my face.

"No. No, do not cry. Oh, you silly, silly, girl. How can you believe that? How can you believe that you will never find someone? There is someone for everyone. Hey, look at me, I haven't found her yet, either."

I sniffed, looking up at him, "Yeah, but look at me." I said. He kissed my cheek briefly, scoffing at my remark.

"I am looking. Damn, I cannot stop looking! You do not realize how ridiculously gorgeous you are. It has taken all I had in me not to grab that beautiful face of yours the minute I saw you, and kissed you until your lips were sore. Love, I'm still trying not to."

I could not believe a word he was uttering from that incredible mouth of his. Here I am, sitting on top of an amazing, beautiful man, wasting my time being an idiot; while he was telling me, I was beautiful beyond comparison.

The next words that came out of my mouth were nothing barely above a whisper, but I knew he could hear my loud and clear. "I'm not stopping you."