The steam had completely left the bathroom by now. Edward was leaning against the wall of the shower; I was leaning against him, kissing him fiercely.

A little bit more time went by, Edward let go of my wet back and before I knew it, he had a towel in his arms. "You're shivering Bella. I think it's time to go downstairs to Charlie."

Edward wrapped the towel around me and I just stood there annoyed. His eyebrows creased in from my sudden change of emotion. "What's wrong?"

I didn't think Edward was that oblivious. I sighed, "Nothing. It's just… I was having fun and Charlie…" I leaned against Edward's chest and tightened the towel around my body. He put his arms around me and moved his icy lips over my forehead.

"He's your father Bella. He's supposed to be like that." Edward let go of my and helped me out of the shower.

"I have to go home and change. I'll be back before your dinner is done. See you in your room?" I didn't notice how soaked Edward's clothes were, I giggled to myself.

"You know Edward, I kind of like your wet hair. It makes you look, sexy." I got on my tip-toes and kissed Edward lightly on the lips. He was smiling when I pulled away.

"Humans are weird like that. The strangest things are appealing to them." I watched as a water drop fell out of Edward's hair and landed on the ground in front of me. He chuckled and was out of the bathroom at the same time.

I changed into my pajamas quickly and ran downstairs. I was starving. Charlie was just opening sitting down to get started on eating.

"I thought you said that you were going to call me when the food got here." I play talked to Charlie.

"Well I got really hungry and didn't feel like sharing. Hope you don't mind." Charlie and I both laughed. Then I sat down.

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"Thanks Dad. That was really good." My stomach was about to explode from all the food I ate.

"Glad you liked it Bells. We should order food more often, you know, so that you can take a break."

"That sounds good. Once a week I could take a break from cooking." I nodded in Charlie's direction. It was nice to talk to him sometimes.

I cleared the table and headed upstairs again; hoping Edward really kept his word and was there before my dinner was over.

Of course Edward was there, sitting on the end of my bed waiting for me to join him.

He patted the space beside him as a signal that I should join him. My heart made an abnormal beat in my chest.

"How long were you waiting." I knew that Edward could be patient when it came to my needs, but I felt bad always making him wait for me.

"About ten minutes. Not too long." Edward leaned back on the bed and covered his face with his arm.

My heart sped up again as I lay down on top of him. He didn't move at all though.

"Edward?" Still no answer, did I do something wrong? I tried to shake Edward by the shoulders but he didn't budge. "Edward!" I called again.

This time he reacted. He took his arm off of his face to look at me. "Bella I was worried today, that I was going to lose control." Edward's face held no emotion for me to read.

"You don't have to worry Edward. You didn't hurt me." I bent over and started kissing Edward. I could tell his mind was somewhere else and that he was on guard. He wouldn't even put his arms around me.

I hate it when he does this! I was about to speak but kept my anger under control. Instead of saying something that I would always say, I would say something that he would barely be able to refuse. I took a deep breath and started. "Edward if you are so worried about hurting me, then you need to practice so that you won't have to think about not hurting me because it will come easily to you."

Edward tilted his head in confusion. I felt like he never opened his mind to the possibilities of what I was trying to say. I sighed once again and had one more idea that was golden.

I smiled evilly to myself and said, "What about me makes you think you will lose control. Is it my smell?" I made Edward think that I was trying to figure this flat out.

"No. I learned how to control myself from that." He was beating around the edges. He was making me guess. He was falling for my trick.

I grabbed his hand and made him place it on my arm. "Is it, my body?"

I started to move Edward's hand down my arm. When I got to my wrist, I moved to my stomach, and then I started moving his hand up, right below my breasts.

His eyes became a little bit wider and his breathing was uneven. "N, no." I had him now. He tried to pull his hand from mine gently, but I held on tighter. So tight that he would have to hurt me in order to make me release.

I lifted my eyebrows when I saw him gulp hard. "Oh really, so this doesn't make you lose control?" I placed Edward's hand on my right breast and kept it there. It felt good to have his cool hand over my breast.

Edward inhaled deeply and when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. His eyes were bulging out of his head now.

I bent my head so that my lips were barely touching his. His hand was still on my breast. "Come on Edward, let's lose a little control." I pressed his hand a little harder against me.

That was all I needed to do. Edward leaned in to me so fast that I didn't have time to think about what was happening. I locked my hands in his damp hair. His hand was under my shirt and really touching me now.

I pressed harder against him as he lifted off my shirt from over my head. It was getting good now.

Chapter three will be here soon!