Okay, so I got really excited and decided to update quickly! For now, the chapters will be short but I expect them to get longer as time progresses.

Again, Stephenie owns all.


Curve:

"Is there something you need?" I asked breathlessly, my cheeks turning a bright scarlet color. My body screamed at me, a memories swirling and spinning around my head. I knew him, I knew this beautiful man. He was in my dreams. The only question was, why was he standing gloriously in front of me.

"I'm not sure." His eyes bored deeply into mine, churning and sizzling with a staggering amount of emotions. We stood in achingly calm silence.

I exhaled the tension in the breath that I had subconsciously been holding. "You're not sure."

He nodded his head in agreement, yet had nothing else to offer, his caramel eyes sparkling with tenderness. Wait, tenderness?

Here I was, standing in my doorway of my tiny little New York apartment, gazing into the eyes of a man I knew, but didn't quite know, and I was thoroughly confused. His beauty was staggering with the sharp lines of his porcelain skin reflecting the ivory light from above, his lips a pouty full pink with rose undertones, his thick drenching lashes that cast delicate shadows across his structured cheek bones and his jaw line that stood proudly as he clenched his pearly white teeth. My mind swam around his beauty and my confusion and our current situation and the growing awkwardness.

My nervousness and confusion caused my fat mouth to open, "Do you want to go get coffee?" He stood silent and strangely still in the light green chipped doorway. My damn rambling continued. "I mean, you don't have to get coffee with me, I barely know you, but I feel like I know you. Okay, I mean there is this feeling in the pit of my stomach and you just look so familiar that it is kind of freaking me out." Mentally I was screaming at myself. You stupid girl, way to scare the pretty man off with your petty and disconnected train process. My words, thankfully, died out and I stood fearfully, waiting for a reply.

He took a step back, in disbelief maybe, his bronze hair shifting slightly, and placed his hands into his faded snuggly fitting dark blue jeans. The fabric clung to his toned legs, curving and displaying the evident muscles laying beneath. My mouth watered slightly. Pain flashed through his eyes as he inhaled deeply. I winced. Did I smell bad? Was he annoyed that he was going to have to now turn me down? Holy crap. What did he mean by "I'm not sure." Shit. What if he knocked on the wrong door and I just made a complete idiot of myself.

"Maybe not coffee."

My heart sank deep within my chest and I fought the urge to crawl into a ball and die.

Seeing my obviously hurt expression thanks to my inability to hide my emotions, he quickly leaned forward as a panicked expression flashed across his angelic face. "Could we maybe go to a book store or something? I really don't drink much coffee." He awaited my response, as he placed those silky hands back into the snug jeans.

My heart continued to pound, but for a completey different reason now. Now, it didn't pound in rejection, it pounded in attraction. "A book store sounds great." I gave what I hoped to be a small smile and twisted to lock my door. The key clicked into place and I turned around to look once more into his hypnotizing eyes, "However, I don't go places with strangers." I arched my brows upwards, hoping for him to respond with a name or a purpose or something to possibly jog my memory.

A wistful, peaceful expression replaced the stormy, tortured look that I couldn't quite decipher. "Oh Bella, we're far from strangers."