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Chapter 3

Edward's face was just as beautiful as it was when I saw him not even 24 hours ago. He had since shaved so that his face looked soft and smooth. I wanted to run my hand across his cheek. I wanted to pick up from where we had left off in the plane bathroom.

When his eyes caught mine his face morphed into a look of shock. I can't imagine what was going through his head. He didn't look disgusted or angry, so I am pretty sure he didn't know why I was there yet. Maybe he thought I was a one-night stand psycho that was now stalking him. I think that at this point that would probably be a better guess than what the truth was.

Before he could say anything, Esme interrupted our staring contest, "Hi Honey. How was your week?"

He broke eye contact with me and walked towards Esme. He enveloped her in his arms and bent down to kiss her cheek.

As I watched their endearing exchange, I couldn't help but notice what Edward was wearing. I am a strong believer that a man in a fitted suit affected women the same way that lingerie affected men. Edward, however, was wearing distressed dark was jeans that were sitting low on his hips and a tight black polo shirt. I had to admit that this relaxed version of Edward looked just as sinful as he did the night before in his suit.

"It was good Ma," he answered sweetly.

He then reached his hand out and ruffled Alice's hair. She squeaked and ducked out from under his offending hand.

She turned to me and dramatically exclaimed, "See, you are so lucky to be an only child. This is what I have to deal with!"

"Aw, that really hurt Ali! I know that you are secretly happy that I am home," Edward jokingly countered.

She just rolled her eyes not dignifying his remark with a response.

Edward's eyes then settled back on mine. He green eyes were making my heart race. I wish I could read his mind right now and see what he was thinking. Or maybe I would rather not.

"Oh Bella, how rude of me!" Esme chastised herself. "This is Edward, my eldest. Edward, this is Bella. She is a high school student from Seattle that Alice is touring around Dartmouth for the weekend."

As soon as Esme said the words, high school student, Edward's face turned from its surprised state into a confused frown. It was as if he was slowly putting the pieces together. His frown kept growing, as it looked like he was coming to the realization of what my real age was.

What was I expecting would happen when he found out my age? For him to act like it was no big deal and then push me up to the wall and declare his undying love for me before proceeding to fuck me? I just knew that he was going to look at me the way that he was right now. That is what I was trying to avoid by never seeing him again. Well now I guess I didn't have to worry about it because the ruse is up. He knows.

Esme continued, "Edward also attended Dartmouth back in the day. He graduated five years ago."

Five years. So that would make him around 27 if he was 22 when he graduated. That means that he is approximately ten years older than me.

Oh Bella, what have you gotten yourself into?

I just smiled and supplied, "It is nice to meet you."

There is no way that I was going to admit to meeting him the night before. I was becoming really good friends with Alice and I didn't want anything to affect that. I also didn't want his sister and his mother to think that I was a complete whore, devoid of any morals, because I fucked him not even a couple of hours after meeting him.

I had a sudden urge to touch him again, regardless of the cause. I stuck my hand out as a natural gesture of welcome.

"Yes, it is very nice to meet you," he replied, as one of his eyebrows raised, giving me an inquisitive, but demanding stare.

As his hand grasped mine he looked at me with the same look of lust that he had shown me on the plane. I had a sudden moment of déjà vu. The sensation of his hand in mine affected me just as much as it had when he first touched me.

Stay strong Bella. Don't show your weakness.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was ten or more years older than me. Second, there was part of him — even though he now knew I was underage— that still craved my body. And third, I unconditionally and irrevocably wanted to fuck him again.

EPOV

Well, I think it is safe to say that I won't ever be able to look at a plane again without thinking of her.

Bella.

This week had been one of the longest drawn out events that I have ever had to endure. I was in Seattle for a medical conference. The conference board flew me out to the West Coast to make a presentation on my research in pediatric post-operative care. This weekend I stood in front of a bunch of fellow doctors and talked for a couple of hours about how we could provide a more comfortable, post-operative environment for children in hospitals by making a few, simple changes. Basically it was a bunch of stuff that you would assume would be common sense when you were working with children, but a lot of doctors forget and treat them as they would an adult.

I found out that I had a passion for pediatrics when, in my second year of med school, one of my rotations was on a pediatric oncology floor. The kids that I worked with during that first rotation forever changed the way that I viewed medicine. Before I encountered those kids, I saw medicine as something that was straightforward. I thought that if you were able to diagnose the problem, then all you had to do was follow the proper protocols to cure the patient. I learned from those children that practicing medicine wasn't always so black and white. They taught me that medicine, just like life, was unpredictable and you just had to do your best.

Secondly, they helped me learn that the patient was more than the sum of their illness. I was now a firm believer that to treat a patient, you not only had to look at what was physically wrong with them, but also what was emotionally wrong. A person was not going to get better unless they wanted to. Essentially you could do everything medially correct but, if they had no will to live, then there was a good chance they would not survive.

The last and most important lesson that the children taught me was the value of life. A lot of the children that were living in the hospital were terminally ill. Some had only days and months left; others were luckier to have years. One thing a lot of the children had in common was their passion for life. It is a privilege to grow old, as many are denied the opportunity.

I was so ready to get on the plane and sleep on my way back to New Hampshire. Of course those plans were brushed aside as soon as I saw her. She was in distress trying to lift her suitcase over her head. I came to her rescue and helped her finish her task. However, in the process I found my body moulded to hers. She was so small and smelled so enticing. It wasn't until she turned around that I was able to see her face.

She had a heart shaped face that was framed by wavy brown hair that fell down past the swell of her breasts, which were hugged by the tight tank top she was wearing. She had alluring pink lips and an adorable button nose. The features that enticed me the most were her big innocent brown eyes. What I wouldn't give to be able to see those beautiful, pink lips wrapped around my cock, my fingers running through her soft hair, and her big brown eyes looking up at me… I was able to compose myself long enough to introduce myself. Much to my annoyance, before I was able to learn more about the brown-eyed siren beside me, Emmett called to talk business. By the time I was able to get off the phone Bella was asleep. She looked so peaceful and young. I wondered how old she was. She did order alcohol from the stewardess, so I would guess that she was a young looking twenty-one year old.

I wanted to go to sleep, but I knew I would be unable to with her sitting beside me. I brought my computer out and tried to distract myself with work. It was then, when I was trying to respond to emails that I would send once we had landed, that she first moaned. It was so soft that I thought I was imagining things. A couple of seconds later I knew I had heard correctly because she moaned again, this time a slight bit louder and her breathing became heavier. I then realized that she must have been having an erotic dream. I was getting hard watching her, I couldn't help it. I grabbed a blanket, which was in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of me, and placed it precariously on top of my lap. It had been too long since I had been with someone.

I lost all control when I heard her mumble "Edward."

Was she dreaming about me? Fuck, that was hot. I turned back to my computer and opened up a video that Emmett had downloaded onto my computer as a joke. As I watched the people on the screen, I imagined that it was Bella and me in their places. I was stroking myself when I felt a hand touch mine. I froze, shocked and embarrassed that she seemed to have caught me. All of my apprehension melted away as soon as I looked at the expression on her face. She wanted me too.

I felt like the luckiest fucking bastard in the world when it came to what happened next. Before I could comprehend what was going on, I was in between the goddess's sinful legs, thrusting in and out. She was so tight, she felt like heaven. She gripped my hair in her little fingers as she used it as leverage to bring herself closer to me. It was akin to a religious experience when we both came together. I came harder than I ever had. In that moment that we were coming down from our high, I felt closer to her than I had to any other woman I had been with. Even with Tanya, who I had dated for three long years. We never connected in the way that Bella and I had.

I learned that she was only visiting New Hampshire to visit a friend for the weekend. I gave her my number asking her to contact me if she found some room in her schedule. To be honest I wanted her to call me regardless if she had time or not. This would not be the last time I would see her if I had anything to say about it.

When we got to the end of the gate she kissed me as if we were back in the bathroom. I couldn't control myself as I pulled her into me. Then all too soon, she seemed to be running away from me after giving a lame excuse of having to leave. She confused me by her behaviour. I know that she wanted what had happened, but it looked like she now regretted it. I was too tired to analyze what had occurred.

My good friend Kate came and picked me up from the airport. I was too busy thinking about Bella and about what had happened to be able to hold a conversation with Kate. Luckily, she just assumed that I was quiet because I was tired. The truth was that I didn't want to tell anyone about Bella yet. I wanted to keep her all to myself. When I got home, I crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

My alarm went off at 6 am. After getting a short 3 hours of sleep, I showered, shaved, and got ready for a day at the hospital. I was distracted the entire day. I kept looking at my phone to see if Bella had called. As the hours went by, I continued to become more agitated when I hadn't heard from her. Why wasn't she calling? Was she not interested in me? Why is it that the only girl I was interested in was the one that didn't seem to want me?

"Edward," my dad said, interrupting my reel of insecurities, as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

He sat down across from me at the hospital cafeteria table I was sitting at. He placed a box in front of me. It had become a ritual for us to catch up over our lunch hours, sharing a meal that mom had prepared for us, ever since I started working here a year ago.

"Dr. Banner told me that your presentation was one of the best at the conferences," my dad told me.

"What was he trying to butter you up for?" I asked, laughing.

"Now Edward, it is not bragging if it is true. You should be proud of your accomplishments," he corrected me. "So how were the rest of the speakers?"

I then proceeded to regale my father with stories from Seattle and he updated me on what happened around the hospital while I was gone. Of course the one thing that I did not talk about was Bella.

"Don't forget about dinner tonight," my dad reminded me as his phone alerted him that he was needed. "Are you ever going to bring someone with you? I think your mother is starting to worry that you are never going to settle down and give her any grandchildren."

I just rolled my eyes because mom nagged me nonstop when it came to this topic.

"Yeah, I think that she started voicing that concern when I turned 23. Now I am 27, almost 28. Do you think she will give me at least a couple more years until she deems me a hopeless case?"

I thought about Bella when he mentioned bringing someone to a family dinner. I wished that I could take her to one. I didn't know one thing about her, but I knew that my family would love her. Grandchildren, my mom also asked for. I imagined a little brown-eyed version of Bella running around.

You fucked this girl once, know nothing about her, and now you are picturing having kids with her? What the fuck is wrong with you Cullen? For all you know, she just used you to get off. Maybe that is why she hasn't called.

"I don't think you will be that lucky," he responded with a chuckle.

I finished my day with an easy appendectomy and made my final rounds. I got off early enough that I was able to race back to my apartment and shower before I set out for my parent's house.

I couldn't help but think of Bella while I was getting dressed. I resolved that I had to let it go, at least for the night. I was driving myself mad thinking about her.

I pulled in the driveway behind Alice's car. It was nice to be home. My younger siblings, Emmett and Alice, and I were abnormally close to each other despite the nine-year age gap between us. We were all lucky enough to live in the same city so that we could have these family gatherings.

"Mom? Are you home?" I called as I walked in the door. Her car oddly hadn't been sitting in the driveway.

"We are in the kitchen." I heard her soft voice carry through the house.

As I walked towards the kitchen I could smell whatever was cooking and, shit, it smelled mouth-watering. I loved my mom's cooking.

As soon as I turned the corner I was overwhelmed with the appetizing smell of something else familiar.

Was I imagining things? Apparently not.

I was now face to face with the woman that had consumed my every thought ever since my eyes first laid on her. I was shocked.

What the fuck is she doing here?

I tried to come up with a plausible reason for her unarranged appearance in my life, but I was drawing a blank. Did she know my mother? Or was she here with Alice?

My mom interrupted the brainstorming that was taking place in my head, "Hi Honey. How was your week?"

I shook my head as if to try and shake the thoughts out of my head. I walked towards my mom and gave her a hug and kiss.

"It was good Ma," I answered.

I then greeted Alice by reaching out and ruffling her hair knowing that it would annoy her. She made a fuss even though I knew she liked that it was my predictable move that I did every time.

She then looked at Bella who was smiling at us and said, "See, you are so lucky to be an only child. This is what I have to deal with!"

"Aw, that really hurt Ali! I know that you are secretly happy that I am home," I pretended to be upset.

She just rolled her eyes.

I couldn't help but settle my eyes once again on Bella. She looked just as breathtaking as she did on the plane.

"Oh Bella, how rude of me!" my mom exclaimed. "This is Edward, my eldest. Edward, this is Bella. She is a high school student from Seattle that Alice is touring around Dartmouth for the weekend."

What? High school? This had to be a joke. My dream girl, who was standing a couple of feet away from me, is still in high school? Forget about being old enough to order a drink, she could possibly not even be old enough to vote or to be considered, legally, as an adult?

And then it dawn on me that she was in high school and I have fucked her.

Oh my God, what have I done?

My mom continued, "Edward also attended Dartmouth back in the day. He graduated five years ago."

She just smiled at me and said, "It is nice to meet you."

She seemed unperturbed by the disclosure of our age gap.

"Yes, it is very nice to meet you," I barely choked out. I raised an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look so that she knew that at one point tonight that I would be getting some answers.

I grasped the hand that she had extended towards me. It was so soft and warm.

"Honey, we're home," Emmett yelled from the front door. I then heard a smack that I assumed was from Rosalie who was no doubt at his side.

I swallowed the breath that I was holding and dropped Bella's hand. I think that there must be something very wrong with me because, regardless of the fact that I had just learned that she was around 10 years younger than me, I still wanted her.

I couldn't focus on anything during dinner. After trying to engage me in the conversation without success, my family stopped making an effort. Of course, just as I had predicted, everyone loved Bella. I barely ate, but kept refilling my scotch glass. I became more disgusted with myself every time someone brought up the subject of Bella in regards to high school. How could I not have noticed that the girl didn't look a day over 18? Hell, I doubt if she was even 18. To top things off, Emmett started calling her "little girl." Each time Emmett called her by her new nickname, I winced. Now, at the end of dinner, my family knew more about her than I had before I fucked her.

I am such a sick fuck.

"I don't think I want any of you driving home tonight. There is a huge storm that is a couple of minute away and 23 people have already been hospitalized," my dad said as he looked at his phone.

"Yes, you can all stay here for the night and then get an early start in the morning," my mom reasoned.

So now, here I was, drunk as a skunk, lying down in my childhood room trying to go to sleep. I was only too aware of the fact that Bella was a mere two doors down from mine, separated only by a bathroom.

Bathroom. Bella. Sex. Fuck.

I couldn't restrain my drunken self.

I had to see her.

Hmmmm I wonder what happens when a drunk Edward makes a nightly visit to his precious Bella? Any more thoughts on how you want this to go down? Please review and let me know! On another note I am writing a big midterm tomorrow morning that I am really anxious about, so if you could pray or send your well wishes through the universe that would be greatly appreciated :) xo -Jane