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Chapter 2

BPOV

I was woken from my deep slumber early the next morning with the warmth of the sun on my bare legs. I stirred and stretched, letting out a soft groan before slowly opening my eyes to the bright sunshine. It was only then I realize I wasn't in my own bedroom, never mind my own bed.

I sat up with a start.

"What the hell happened last night?" I whispered to myself, looking around and taking in the unfamiliar environment.

I was lying on a very large, very comfy bed in the centre of the room, which was covered in navy blue sheets. To my right was a wall covered with music from floor to ceiling. Records and CD's were lined up, row after row, not seeming to be in any sort of order. There was a closed door next to the bed, which I presumed was an adjoining bathroom. The walls of the room were cream, but had mostly been covered with what looked like vintage music posters, from Michael Jackson, to Rolling Stones, to The Beatles.

On my left was a large window, which looked out onto the dense green forest that surrounded the house. Underneath the window was a large, brown leather couch which was made up with a blanket and pillow, as if someone had been sleeping on it.

I quickly got out of bed to make my way over to the couch and window, but as soon as I was up and vertical, I regretted it.

My whole body ached and my head spun making me uneasy on my feet.

That was when it all came flooding back to me.

Last night. The party. Mike attacking me.

The mysterious, green eyed guy that saved me from Mike.

His intense emerald green eyes that felt like he could see right into my soul.

I quietly made my way over to the couch, noting that it had definitely been slept on last night.

Had my mystery man slept on the couch, while I took the bed?

A small wave of guilty ran through my body, as I realised that my mystery green eyed stranger had not only saved me from Mike, but he had allowed me to kick him out of his own bed.

I let out a small groan as I flopped down on to the couch, embarrassed by the situation I had gotten myself into, when I accidently sat on something. I grabbed it from underneath me. Unexpectedly finding that it was a small Polaroid camera, along with a few old school printed photographs that it had produced.

I got my biggest surprise when I quickly flipped through the small stack of photos. Some of these pictures were of me sleeping and I looked startlingly… pretty. I never take a good photo usually; at least that's what my mom, Renée, tells me. But in these I looked almost… peaceful. My pale skin was a stark contrast against the navy pillow that I hugged to my chest and my dark brown hair fanned out around me.

I was so engrossed in the pictures; I didn't notice the bathroom door across the room open.

"You're finally awake, huh?" a velvety voice said, the same one I remember from last night. It startled me from my day dream making me stand up quickly, dropping the pictures to the floor. My eye snapped up instantly searching for the owner of the voice; and when I saw him, I stopped dead in my tracks and almost melted into a puddle of mush right there on the cream carpet.

He was gorgeous… like beyond gorgeous.

He was tall and lean, about a foot taller than my 5"4 stature and he had just the right amount of muscle covering his tall frame. He had this crazy bronze coloured hair that stuck up in every direction like he had just got up from a night of wild sex. He was wearing dark wash jean, which he wore dangerously low on his hips, so you could see his 'V' muscle that had a hint of hair trailing below the waist band. And the white t-shirt that he wore hugged his body just right and showed off some ink, which was just peeking out from under his sleeve.

I don't know how long I stared at him, but I know it was definitely too long.

"See something you like?" he said, interrupting my ogling of him, making me blush a little.

I snapped my eyes up to meet his. His bright emerald orbs shining with smugness, which matched the lopsided smirk on his luscious lips.

"I could say the same." I replied quickly, as his eyes momentarily flickered down my body, taking in every one of my curves on the way, lingering on my bare legs, making me shiver slightly under his intense gaze.

This time it's his eyes that snap back up to mine, as I smirk back, mimicking his earlier actions.

"Well, can you blame me," he answers, taking slow yet purposeful steps towards me, "I have a beautiful girl in my room, wearing nothing but my shirt and her underwear."

"It's a little hard to concentrate." He whispers to me, leaning in so close his lips brush against my pink stained cheek. I take in a shaky breathe at his proximity, his body now almost flush against mine.

"Wait a second," I interrupt, "how did I end up not wearing pants? I remember… the shirt but my pants…"

"Oh… right, that." he chuckled darkly before continuing; "You were complaining about being uncomfortable and asked me to take them off for you," his fingertips brushing lightly up my outer thigh, making my breath catch in my throat.

"Oh." I state lamely, searching my brain for any memory of my night after my attack. "I didn't ask you to do anything else for me… did I? That I don't remember, that is." I ask sarcastically, finally deciding to put some space between the two of us so he wouldn't distract me anymore than he already had.

"No… but you do talk in your sleep." He snickered, as he plopped down on his couch, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and lighting up.

"Yeah, I know." I reply shyly, pulling down the hem of his shirt, suddenly a little self-conscious of my state of attire in front of him.

"You don't need to do that you know. I already said you are beautiful, don't cover up." he said staring at me for a few seconds, causing me to squirm under his intense gaze, before breaking eye contact to open the window and lets out his lungful of smoke outside.

My blush deepens at his comment, looking down at the floor to hide my redden cheeks.

"I'm Bella, by the way. Bella Swan." I introduce myself shyly, after a long pause.

"So I was right about the beautiful thing," he smirked, "Edward Cullen." He states abruptly.

"Listen, about last night," I started nervously, unsure of how to actually get across to this incredibly hot guy that I was sorry about all the fuss last night, and thank him for helping me, without making a complete fool of myself, "I just wanted to say… thank you… you know… for… last night… with… Mike."

"Mike!? That's what that fuckers name is?" he interrupts angrily, getting up from the couch to start pacing the room slowly.

"Well, yeah, I don't know what… happened. He must have just… drank too much, I guess…"

"You guess?! You guess?!" Edward whisper harshly, coming towards me. His face inches from mine, his sweet hot breath washing over my flushed face, a mixture of cigarette smoke and mint, making me rub my thighs together slightly at the delicious combination of Edward. "Look what he did to you!", yanking up the sleeves of his t-shirt to reveal hand shaped bruises on the top of both my arms.

"Hey, don't take this out on me, okay?!" I shout back, starting to get angry, "It's not like it's my fault, I didn't ask for him to do this to me!"

"Yeah, well, you could have at least let me finish what I started last night. That guy deserved way more than just a few blows to the head"

"Well it looked like you were gonna kill him."

"I should have… For what he did to you. I should have." He mumbled almost to himself.

"No, you shouldn't have, Edward. That's why I stopped you. You don't need to be 'almost' killing someone for just me… and getting yourself into trouble for me." I replied quietly, raising my hand slowly and running my fingertips lightly over the tattoo that I could see from underneath his t-shirt sleeve.

"Trust me; I've been in worst trouble and done worse than that last night." He responded, looking away while taking a deep drag.

I stood there in front of him for a second, taking in every detail of his profile. His straight nose, his plump lips and the strong, sexy line of his jaw that had just the right amount of stubble on it, making me want to reach up and lick it.

"I should get going." I finally said, after a few slightly awkward minutes of silence, turning to find my clothes.

The silence between us continued as I started to get dressed until Edward finally decided to break it.

"You know you should have at least let me call the cops." He grumbled around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, his eyebrows pilling together in a frown.

"Yeah, well… Calling the cops, would have been calling my dad and I just didn't need that!" I state, looking over at him as I pull on my jeans.

"Wow… your dad's a cop?"

"Chief of Police actually, and he didn't know I had come to a party, so…"

"Oh, I get it, daddy doesn't know his little girl has a wild, partying side to her?" he joked.

"Something like that, yeah," I laugh half-heartedly, picking up my heels, not putting them on so I could make a swift exit without anybody seeing me.

I walked slowly over to where he was sitting on his couch, his eyes following my every move, as I stop just between his parted knees.

"I've got a problem…" I whisper.

"Oh, and what's that?" He smirked, looking up at me.

"If I remember correctly, my shirt… got ruined last night," I said, seeing Edward visibly tense when I mentioned last night, so I quickly get to the point, "So… I was wondering if I could take this shirt… on a loan basis obviously."

"Right… well that would make sense… but um, what's in this for me? What do I get, if you get my shirt?" He asked smoothly, a lopsided smirk returning to his face, as his hands slide up the back of my thighs finding their place on my hips, which makes my heart start to pound loudly in my chest.

"I don't know. What do you want?"

"Umm… I can think of something." He says, standing up smoothly, his hands not moving from my hips, giving me a small squeeze.

"Oh Yeah…"

"Yeah…"

Almost in an instant Edwards lips are on mine.

And they felt so good.

His soft expert lips worked against mine, starting of gentle and slow before building in intensity and passion. When he brushed his tongue across my plump bottom lip I immediately granted him access. Our tongues stroked each other's and fought for dominance. I let out a small moan as he pressed his body to mine not slowing his lips. But soon our lips part, as we both have to come up for air.

"Wow…" I breathe against his lips, putting my hands on his strong shoulders.

"Yeah… I've wanted to do that since last night." Edward confessed with a smirk and a wink.

After a few beats of silence, I decide it's time to leave before this situation gets awkward or I embarrass myself.

"I should really get going…" I whisper, stepping away from Edward quickly, before he makes me change my mind.

Edward stays silent, as I pick up my purse and shoes, and make my way over to the door.

Just as I crack open his bedroom door making sure the coast was clear for me to leave, he speaks, "You know, I would have let you keep the shirt, without a kiss."

I pause at the door before turning round to see him smirking once again, as he lights up.

"I would have let you kiss me anyway." I admit boldly. Hopefully coming across confident and if anything a little sexy, which is unusual for me.

He chuckles darkly, amusement dancing in his clear green eyes, "You shouldn't want that Bella."

"I may not know you very well Edward… but after what you did for me last night… I couldn't help myself, even if I tried" I admit.

"Well… that makes two of us" he grumbles as he turns away from me.

Not knowing what to say in response, I decide to just leave without a word. I can't help the small smile that graces my face while I run quietly down the stairs from the second floor, in Edwards t-shirt and my heels in hand, as I thankfully head out the front door without having run into any of Edward's family members on the way.


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