*Waves* It's been a while since I've posted anything and I'm going a little stir crazy. I was going to wait until this story was completely written before I posted but I just couldn't. Let me know what you think because I have two more chapters ready and I'm anxious to post them too.

Thank you to my two beta's Sunflower Fran and Tracy NChanted by Twilight. Each one beholds a special talent and I'm honored to have them on board. Hugs.

Previously

I'm about to leave when I notice Bella's convertible in the parking lot. I quickly grab for my phone and check for missed calls or texts, but there aren't any. The glow of Bella's phone illuminates her face, and I wonder if she's debating whether or not to contact me?

I take a seat on a bench in a darkly-shadowed area of the park. My view is perfect, but unless Bella's looking for me, she won't notice I'm here. I grip my phone in my hand, willing it to ping or ring and let me know she wants to meet. But the phone does neither, and after five minutes the little shred of hope seeing her here gave me is snuffed out.

I sigh, resigned to the fact that Bella can't or won't take the chance on us becoming something wonderful.

I stand and start to pull my headphones back on my ears when my phone starts playing the song 'Wonderful Tonight', and the photo I secretly snapped of Bella laughing lights up the screen.

"Hey."

"Hi." Her voice is soft and sweet.

"About time, Vinyl." I tease, but neither of us laughs.

I watch as she drags her fingers through the front of her hair.

"I um. I didn't know if I should call."

"You had me worried." My legs feel weak, and I decide to sit back down. "You letting me down easy? Or …" I rub my hand over my face before continuing. "You gonna meet me tonight?"

"I don't know."

"Tell me something." The sound of her taking a deep breath doesn't ease my mind. It puts more doubt out there and my chest tightens. "Why'd you drive to the park if you don't wanna see me?"

Her breath hitches, and she looks around, scanning the desolate grounds. "How'd you know?"

"I went for a run." I stand. "Look straight ahead."

Her head quickly snaps forward, and I lift my hand, unsure if she can see me because she doesn't wave back. Silence lingers, and for a minute, I think she ended our call.

Finally, I hear her suck in a breath and she speaks. "I see you."

"Do you really wanna see me? Or should I go on home?" I can't go toward her car until she answers my question.

"God, yes, I want to see you. I fucking always want to see you. That's the problem."

"That doesn't seem like a problem. It actually sounds pretty fucking good."

"Edward, I'm afraid."

"Afraid of me?"

I see her shake her head, and this time I start walking.

"Yes. I mean, no. I'm afraid of you leaving."

"I won't."

"You will. You're young."

I pick up my pace, jogging until I'm standing just a few feet in front of her car. I deliberately raise my phone and hit end on the call, all without removing my eyes from hers.

The moonlight captures Bella's beauty, holding her in the softness of its illumination. Her eyes sparkle like stars when she tips her head up to greet me, and I see tears making them glisten.

I toss my phone in the car and open her door. I squat down next to her, and she swivels in her seat.

"You have dreams," she says sadly.

My hands cup her face, and I bring her lips close to mine.

"My dream is you, Vinyl. My goddamned dream is you."

Vinyl

Chapter 2

I'm Edward's dream?

His strong hands hold my cheeks while piercing green eyes swallow me. I'm swimming. Correction, I'm drowning in the look on his beautiful face, flailing in his declaration. His eyes say more than his words, and his touches scream louder. I can't speak. I'm stripped of all sensibilities when his thumb smooths over my cheek bone and his mouth parts.

His lips are inches away, and I feel his breath on my face tickling my skin.

I fall into Edward's embrace, his kiss and his promise of not leaving me. Our tongues twist and explore. Teeth nip; lips suck. My skin ignites with his fingers on me.

We're ravenous.

I'm pulled from where I'm sitting and pushed up against the side of the car, Edward's weight keeping me there. His hands roam my sides and then sweep under the swells of my breasts. My fingers grip his hair, holding on for dear life, silently begging for more. And he knows. Like a needle in the grooves of spinning vinyl, he plays me, making me spin until I'm lost.

The heat between us burns like wildfire and then cools almost instantly as my head catches up and fear sets in. Us never becoming more than friends, chills me to the bone.

I feel Edward's promise of never leaving me is a long shot at best. I'm an iceberg in a dark, vast, frigid sea, and the thought sends shivers up my spine.

A tear rolls down my cheek.

While I want more than anything to be his girl, I'm a mature woman who has responsibilities. I'm not some young play thing who can act recklessly like a college kid at a frat party.

I'm a mother.

I'm thirteen years older than the boy.

I'm set in my ways.

I don't party. I'm responsible.

I don't go out, and I sure as hell don't sleep around.

I break our connection, my chest heaving from a near breathless kiss, and I let my eyes fall to the ground.

"Don't pull away."

Long fingers lightly tip my chin, so I'm looking back into his mesmerizing green eyes. Edward traces my jaw until he's cupping my face in his palm. His expression turns soft, his eyes scanning mine, and I see him swallow hard, like he's nervous. His lips once again brush against mine, which leave girlish tingles on my overheated skin and butterflies in my stomach. For a moment, I let him kiss me.

I grip his waist and soak up the kiss. My eyes falling closed once again at the sensation of his touch.

I want him, so for these few seconds, I don't fight my mixed feelings.

It's been too long since someone has taken me in their arms, holding me flush to their bare chest, touching and taking their time with me.

But I'm scared to have my heart broken. I know I won't survive again.

Lost love is heart wrenching, and I know that firsthand.

Being Edward's friend has been working fine for me, but now, with the reality of what happened at my house by my front door and here in the parking lot, I'm not sure friends will be enough.

Edward ends the kiss this time.

"You scared me, Vinyl. I didn't think you'd let me kiss you again."

My voice comes out as a whisper. "I want you, Edward, but …" I wipe my kiss swollen lips with my fingertips, imagining how lonely they will be when Edward realizes I'm not the one for him and he leaves Forks.

"Is this about my age?"His hands slide down my arms until he reaches where my fingers are clutching his sides. "Or Jasper's dad?" He takes my hands in his, linking our fingers. "I won't leave you." His brow crinkles; worry still mars his face. He's beautiful in the moonlight; his copper hair shines damp from his run and the outline of his muscled arms and cut chest are exquisite, but even his beauty doesn't quell my fears.

Those attributes make it worse.

"No one knows about my past. Even Jasper doesn't know everything." I frown and bite the inside of my mouth, remembering why I came to live in Forks in the first place.

"I thought you trusted me?"

I nod because I do, but I'm not ready to divulge my secrets tonight.

Not even to Edward.

"I do trust you, but I don't want to talk about it—not right now," I say, releasing our hold and returning to inside my car. I don't want him prying, and I don't want to lie, so I change the subject. "I can give you a ride home if you'd like."

Edward's large frame towers over the car; his hands dangle at his waist in defeat. "If that's all you're going to offer me tonight, I'll take it." He winks at his attempt to lighten the mood. I know he means information, but I can't help but think of something else he would be willing to take from me. Edward rounds the car to the passenger side to get in but pauses.

"What if I don't want to go home just yet?" The timbre of his voice is low and sexy rattling the space between us. Tingles crawl achingly slow from my toes to my center and then to my head making me dizzy.

I shrug. I'm not sure where else we can go when most places in Forks are closed already, and besides, he's not wearing a t-shirt. If I bring him back to the house at this hour then Jasper will question where Emmett is.

This thing simmering between me and the handsome boy securing himself into my passenger seat is going to turn my world upside down. I just know it will.

I turn the key to the ignition and look into the eyes of the person that I hope will not be my next heartbreak.

I take a deep breath, giving my head some much needed oxygen and then let the breath out slowly through pursed lips.

"I don't think you have much of a choice. I'm driving."

He leans over the console and before I have a chance to back out of the parking spot, his fingers gently wrap around my neck, pulling me to him. His lips barely touch mine, and I feel warm breath as he whispers.

"I think this car is way too small for what I have in mind, but I can sure try what I've wanted to do since I first met you." He pauses, scanning my eyes. The look in his eyes is full of hunger and desire. "Your bed would be most perfect though." He kisses me again. Heat and fire burn every inch of skin as his tongue worships my mouth. I whimper as his fingertips scorch a path along my collarbone. He then makes a line to the middle of my chest, stopping only when he reaches the edge of my dress. Wetness between my legs dampens the cotton covering me.

I shake my head. I'm delirious with desire and confused at how we are here together, not in the park, but here in this moment, trying to become more.

"I'm hoping I can change your mind, Vinyl." His finger wiggles, tugging at the fabric of my dress.

"You have." I cover his hand, the one teasing my breasts again. "I want you. I want you so bad," I whisper as I squeeze my thighs together to tamp down the ache of him not touching me there. I need him in more than one way.

Physically and emotionally.

"But I need to get home. I've been gone too long, and you can't come with me."

My phone rings, startling me. I fumble to find and answer it.

"Hey, baby. Is everything okay?"

Jasper's not used to me being gone for more than an hour or so unless I check in with him. He's assumed the role of protector and man of the house since Demitri's been gone.

I suck in a breath when I feel Edward's hand on my knee; his fingers inch up under my dress, bunching it as his hand slides up my thigh leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"I'm sorry. I'm fine. I didn't mean to worry you. I'll be home shortly." I end the call with Jasper just as he hooks a finger into the edge of my panties. Edward's tongue darts out moistening his lower lip; his eyes are hooded, his voice low and raspy when he speaks.

"I can't wait much longer." And his finger finds me wet and needy. "Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you in the gym?"

It's a rhetorical question, but I answer by shaking my head. I don't want him to stop, yet we can't do this here. There's nothing I'd like more than for him to ravage my body, but now isn't the right time.

"I need to get home." It kills me to speak those words when all I want to do is hop over the console and take what he's willing to give. Instead, I run my fingers through the hair just above his ear. Edward leans into my touch and reluctantly uncurls his finger from my sodden panties, giving me a smile and a wink.

"Are we still on for tomorrow?"

I nod. "Don't you know by now how much I look forward to my personal trainer making me hot and sweaty?" I return his smile, and he laughs.

Edward nods giving me a wicked grin. "You better be ready for me."

And I know tomorrow's session will be much hotter than ever before.

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