ETA: Wooow, sorry guys I totally added chapter three of Choices on accident. This is the correct chapter : )

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I finally finished my story Free and marked it complete, so focus is back on this and Choices. That story still comes before this one, but I figured I'd work a chapter of this in as often as I can. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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"Do you want to go to the gym with me?" Edward asked, looking up at me from where he was sitting on the edge of my bed tying his shoes.

"Sure," I said easily, tousling his hair as I walked by him. "Where do you go?"

"The university gym. It's free to students and faculty, and you can use my guest pass."

"Oh, well, if I get to use your guest pass-"

He cut me off, grabbing me around my waist and pulling me onto his lap effortlessly. He kissed my teasing away, then patted me on the butt. "Get dressed, or we'll never get to the gym."

As tempting as that was, I quickly got dressed in some yoga pants and an old t shirt. I flopped back onto my bed to put my shoes on, and couldn't help but grin as Edward stepped in front of me, grasped my shoe, and starting tying my laces.

I laid on my back, watching him silently. He smiled down at me, and I felt myself grin back.

Edward was…incredible.

We'd known each other for six weeks now, and we were having fun together. Yeah, our relationship was completely built on sex and we liked it that way, but we were also becoming real friends. He was so easy to talk to, and was always up for going out to eat or spending an entire weekend together.

It was nice to be able to spend time with him without having to worry about commitment or a serious relationship. We lived in a little bubble- it was fun and satisfying above all else. We left a lot of our lives at the door when we were together, but that was what we wanted. No meeting the friends and family, no worrying about labels or relationship status's. There was just great sex…and companionship.

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"Have you thought about going here?" Edward asked, taking a long drink from his water bottle. We had both finished working out, and were walking back to where Edward had parked his car. "The nursing program is very highly spoken of."

"I have," I said with a nod. "I have a visit scheduled next month."

"Psht. Don't let those undergraduate kids take you on a tour," Edward scoffed. "I'll take you. I know the director of the nursing program- I can introduce you."

I hesitated a little. That would be incredible, and possibly very beneficial to me. But was it crossing the line? "Wow, really?" I asked. "You think that would be…okay? I mean, not weird?"

"Hey, we're friends," Edward laughed. "It's not weird."

"Okay. That would be great. Thank you."

I pecked him on the lips, but he turned the kiss into more. I let him, loving the feeling of his lips on mine and his strong arms under my hands. We had so much chemistry that I felt like I was burning, and in the most delicious way.

This was always how it was when we were together, and it was addictive.

… …

"No way."

I turned from where I was washing vegetables in the sink, seeing Edward staring at one of the many things stuck to my fridge.

"What?" I asked, abandoning the carrots and zucchini in the sink and coming up behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and peered around him to see what he was looking at.

"You know Emily and Sam?" He asked, pulling the wedding invitation off of my fridge.

"Yeah…Emily is my friend Rosalie's older sister. How do you know them?"

"Sam is an academic advisor in my department, and one of my closest friends. You and I met the night of his bachelor party."

"Oh…small world."

He nodded, turning around so we were face to face. "So you'll be there?"

"Yeah, I will. Maybe you can switch placecards with someone and sit at my table," I teased.

"As tempting as that is, I think the bride might be upset if I mess up the seating at the head table."

"Oh," I repeated. "You're in the wedding."

"Mmm hmm."

Edward seemed to have lost interest already, running his hands up and down my arms and kissing my neck. I eagerly let him, tilting my head so he had better access. His lips turned me into jelly whenever they were on me, and I still couldn't believe the incredible sexual chemistry between us. It was so hot, and I couldn't get enough. Luckily, Edward seemed to feel the same way.

"C'mere," he murmured, pulling me up into his arms, taking a few steps, and then depositing me on the edge of the counter.

"The food," I protested halfheartedly.

Edward didn't respond except to reach over and turn the burner off on the stove. His hands slid under the hem of my dress and pulled it up and off of me easily, grinning salaciously when he saw I wasn't wearing a bra. "This whole time, no bra?" he asked, his fingers tweaking my nipples. "That's hot, baby."

I moaned, leaning back on the counter and resting on my elbows as Edward pushed my underwear to the side and…oh.

His mouth is gentle, but he knows what he's doing. He eats me out like he has all the time in the world, bringing me to the edge quickly and then teasing me torturously. By the time he slides a finger into me, and then two, I'm panting and moaning like I never have before.

"You taste so sweet," Edward said, his fingers pumping in and out of me languidly. "Fuck, Bella…"

"Edward…please," I cried out, bucking my hips upwards.

His grin is wicked, but he does what I want, picking up the pace of his tongue and fingers until I'm screaming.

"You…are evil," I managed, fumbling to pull my dress back on over my head.

"No, you are," Edward argued, stopping me. "Don't cover yourself up…I want to see you."

"Dinner," I protested. "I'm starving…"

"So am I," he said with a grin. "And not for food."

I groaned, but leaned forward and kissed him. He was addictive.

He reached down and I heard the distinct sound of his belt unbuckling, and then he was gently nudging me off of the counter.

We traded places then, him leaning against the counter and me sinking to my knees. I reached into his boxers, pulling his erection out and stroking up and down. I found the moisture at the tip, spreading it around with my hand. I teased him like he had teased me, until the hand he wasn't using to brace himself against the counter came up to cup the back of my head. He didn't force it, but the lust in his eyes and his prominent erection told me he was desperate for release.

I stretched my mouth around him and went as deep as I could, letting him hit the back of my throat. I couldn't fit him all the way in but I used my hand to make up for the difference and he didn't seem to mind. His grip on the back of my head remained steady and gentle, until I hollowed out my cheeks and he started thrusting his hips.

"Let me fuck your mouth," he groaned, and I nodded the best that I could, dropping my hand to brace myself against his still-clothed thighs.

I couldn't help but moan around him as he continued, turned on again. He noticed and grinned, picking up the pace a little. "Do you like sucking my cock, Bella?"

I moaned again, closing my eyes.

"That's right, you're my dirty girl, aren't you?"

Edward finished with a groan, and released his grip on the back of my head. "Damn," he chuckled as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up the fly. "You are…fucking incredible."

He helped me up off the floor, and squeezed my hand once I was standing. "Your knees okay?" I shrugged. I wouldn't lie- kneeling on hardwood floor, giving head, would never be comfortable. "We'll get you a towel next time," he promised.

"You seem awfully sure that'll be happening again," I teased- but then gasped as his hand snuck under my dress again.

"You seem awfully turned on for that to not happen again," he refuted.

I slapped his chest playfully, but we both knew he was totally right. Pleasuring him did turn me on, just like pleasuring me seemed to turn him on, too. It was one of the reasons this seemed to be working out so well.

"You're insatiable," Edward murmured, kissing my neck. I felt myself blush, and he noticed the heat of my skin on his lips. "That's okay- so am I."

"I'm still hungry," I said, making him grin. "For food," I clarified.

But our dinner remained cold and I chased him into the bedroom instead.

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"You look hot," Alice commented, looking me up and down as she got into my car.

Emily and Sam's wedding was this afternoon, and because Rosalie was the maid of honor, Alice and I would be riding solo during the ceremony and most of the reception.

"Thanks, you do, too," I said. "I love your dress."

"Well thanks," Alice said, then studied me more closely. "Did you…did you get a mani/pedi? Bella Swan got a mani/pedi?!"

"Shut up!" I cried, blushing. "I…"

"You're trying to look hot for Dr. Sex!" She exclaimed. "You're officially a sex addict, Bella. I don't think I want to sit next to you anymore."

I rolled my eyes at her, but she was so right.

"I should have known that you wouldn't ask me to go dress shopping with you if you weren't hoping to get sex at the wedding," she continued. "If you leave me alone at our table to go have sex in a closet, I'll never forgive you."

"You're being overdramatic," I said with an eye roll. "I want to look good for the guy I'm having sex with- I can remember like a thousand specific incidents of you doing the same thing freshman year alone."

"Okay, okay," she relented. "You're right. But hey- at least I get to meet Dr. Sex finally."

I smiled at her, but inside, I was unsure.

Part of what was so great about being with Edward was that we didn't have the kind of relationship where you meet and hang out with each other's friends. Plus, Edward was twelve years older than us. What could he have in common with my friends? All he and I really had in common was sex. But don't get me wrong- I loved that about us. It just didn't really think it was necessary for my friends to meet him, but I didn't know how to avoid them meeting at this wedding.

The rest of the ride to the hotel was spent gossiping and catching up on each other's lives, and we were there in no time.

"Wow," Alice said, gripping my arm as we walked into the ballroom.

"Seriously," I agreed, my eyes wide. "Can you imagine how much this cost?" I asked. "Probably hundreds of thousands of dollars for a big party."

"It's not a big party, it's a wedding," Alice corrected me. "A marriage."

"A marriage is never guaranteed to last. It's a party."

"Okay, you're so cynical it's depressing. Tell us how you really feel about marriage, Bella."

I shrugged, looping my arm through hers again. "You know who I am, Alice. You know how I feel about that stuff."

"I know," she said. "I just…don't know if you're that way for the right reasons. I know your parents split after like twenty years together, but stuff like that happens."

"It won't happen to me," I said firmly. "My parents had the perfect marriage, Alice. They loved each other and they were happy together. And just like that, it was over. All thanks to one stupid mistake that plenty of people make. Marriage and commitment seems impossible for a lot of people."

She frowned as we sat down, but didn't say anything else.

I sighed, reaching over and squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "I don't mean to be so pessimistic about it. I know tons of people marry each other and stay together forever. But sometimes, people just get hurt. And I don't want that to be me. My dad changed after the divorce. He lost so much of himself, and he still hasn't gotten it all back. It devastated him, and it devastated me, too."

Alice smiled sadly, looking down at our joined hands. "Your twenty one years old, Bella. I don't think you should limit your life so young...or take so many things off the table for yourself. You never know what will happen."

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Bella is pessimistic as fuck and she sure is close minded about this stuff. Enter Dr. Sex.

Really though, she's young and she has an idea in her head that she totally, fully believes that most likely isn't true but she doesn't know that. She'll find her way eventually, I promise.

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