A.N.: Next chapter! Eh... a little short, but since this is the 2nd one I'm posting today... they get a little longer starting tomorrow :)

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We get back to our apartment. I kick off my shoes and toss my jacket on the couch before collapsing on it in a heap. Edward heads into the kitchen after removing his shoes and jacket, returning to the living room with a couple of beers. When he sits down, he automatically pulls me to him, so I'm practically on his lap. That's been our thing since I could remember.

"Ready to talk?" he inquires, popping open both bottles and handing me one.

"Yeah." I take a sip.

"You want to lose your virginity?"

"Yes."

"With whom? You don't have a boyfriend, and I really do not suggest a random hookup, one-night-stand-douchebag."

"And why not? Might as well give it up with no emotional attachment, because it's just gonna suck anyway."

"Believe me, it's not the way you want to remember your first time. Take it from someone who knows."

"Hey! You said you lost it to Tanya when you were a sophomore in college!" I exclaim.

"Yeah, but it was a lie to get you off my fucking back, Bella!" he laughs. "I didn't want to tell you it was a hook up at a club to give you the idea that it is a good idea just to get it over with. It was a horrible experience, and it's something I don't wish upon you."

"Okay, fine. I won't give it up just to get it over with, even though, now, it sure feels like I should just get it over with," I mumble.

"Bella, you're my best friend. I'm trying to look out for you, and if I could, I'd keep you as a virgin forever, because then I know some asshole isn't going to hurt you."

I slap his shoulder. "You'd be a mean friend if you did, because I need to get fucking laid, Edward!"

I love how we don't censor anything in our lives. We can openly discuss the most gruesome of things and be so nonchalant about it. Sex is included with that. I don't know how many times he's heard me getting myself off, and he'd always joke about how I scream when I come or ask if I got carpal tunnel yet. And I've heard him with women. Sometimes he'd be fucking them on the couch, and I'd just walk past them like it's nothing.

I tend to blush easily, but not with Edward. We both find sex a beautiful, natural, primal act and that there's nothing to be ashamed of it. It's just that I have yet to actually experience said act, while he's had quite a bit of experience now.

"But you don't need to do it with some asshole that's not going to treat you the way you should, especially with your first time. I'm sure it's not gonna hurt as much … since, well, you've popped your cherry by means of a bike accident." I again slap his shoulder. He just laughs. "But your first time should be special, even if it sucks, because it's at least memorable if it happened with someone special or at a special time. And not in the way where some guy is pounding into you with no idea he just took something so special like it was nothing."

"Okay, okay … I get the fucking picture, Edward!" I giggle, stopping him from continuing by covering his mouth with my hand. Of course, he then has to be fucking gross and licks it. "Eww! You're such a dick!" I wipe my hand down his shirt and then stand up from his lap so I can go wash my hand.

"You still love me, Bella!" he shouts as I walk down the hall.

"Trying to figure out why, though!"

I know our conversation is far from over. I still have much to think about. And as I lie in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep because the thought of losing my virginity is on my mind, I think of an idea that I believe could work if Edward agrees.