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Chapter 4

The home is beautiful; it's the white house to match my fairytale. Dazed and awed I fallowed Edward up the white stained wooden stairs to an inviting long hallway. The walls of this corridor were riddled with pictures, black and white still lives. Everybody looked exactly as I know them to now, only with the essence of an earlier century, the clothing, the hair, even the way the stood. I couldn't help but to be mesmerized by the sight of Edward in apparel belonging to the 19 hundreds. He looked so, gallant, so chivalrous. Though, something was different, his eyes, they were all wrong, his body to slender, yet he was still my Edward, still inhumanly gorgeous. After all, he would always be my Edward.

"Amusing, aren't they" Edward chuckled tenderly in my ear.

"I was leaning more toward captivating, but they both work for me." I smiled. "When were these taken" I had to ask, to tempting.

"Early 1900's, I was 16."

"What 16" I must have misunderstood. "You were…your still…"

"Yes, I'm still human." He sighed. "It's the only picture I have, the only real testimony of my existence as a person, a human." Edward seemed to drift off momentarily into thought. I didn't mind because I was doing much the same. My eyes explored every inch of the young boy in the picture, this tall, slender, innocent, 16 year old boy. His eyes where not the ones I had loved for what seemed to be all my life, but they were all the same spectacular. His jaw slightly less defined, though still profound. Edward was just as striking then as he is now. Though now, Edward is more poised, more graceful and strong. Every element of the former Edward was simply built upon, now when I looked over at my Edward I could see that innocent 16-year-old boy latent in his expression. I reached out to brush his cheek with my palm, but he caught hand and brought it to his soft lips instead. I was much more partial to this destination.

"Does it make you sad to see this" I wondered aloud.

"No, not very much, I have a lot now that I could never have come across in that life. Carlisle, the rest of my family…" Edward pulled me in closer to his powerful body and placed his hand on my jaw. "…You, all surely worth the price." Then I felt him press his lovely lips against my own and his gentle hands tracing my spine, while my own brushed through his warm bronze hair greedily. With nothing holding us back I felt the caution drain from arms as he held me closer and I could feel the passion in every finger, every movement. Love is an impulsive act when the rains are released and the thoughts are of only what is in the now, only what is felt in this instant, are the ones churning in the mind. I could feel his desire and I could feel my need to never let go, to live in this moment for the rest of the eternity I was granted. Edward began to back down the hall with me still lost in his arms, still engaged in his kiss. I noticed nothing that I passed, only feeling his hands on my skin, only seeing quick glimpse of the passing walls. I barley felt him push open a door and back through it, only for him to hastily shut it quietly moments later with his foot. Ever so gently backing me against it, placing his hand on my hip.

My head was racing with thoughts completely foreign to me; my body was pulsing with emotions I didn't know how to deal with. My hands wee no longer working with my mind, they were responding directly to my desire. I shocked myself when they drifted to the buttons on Edward's shirt, tugging them lightly. He paused for a moment, then seemed to make a decision, and seeing what I wanted, undid all the buttons in one swift and quick movement. I slipped my hands up his bare chest and onto his brawny shoulders, sliding his shirt to the floor.

This was the first time I had seen Edward with no shirt, his pale skin tight over the defined muscles covering every inch of his body. He is perfect, he has no flaws, he is what perfection was modeled after. I could feel his tentative fingers playing with the bottom of my blouse. I placed my hands over his and pulled it gracefully over my head. Our lips parted for a moment as we took in what was happening before Edward pulled me tightly against his bare chest. I could feel our frosty skin against each other's and the proximity made an electric shock shoot up my spine.

I felt my feet leave the floor as Edward lifted me into his arms and places me on a large soft surface. For the first time in days I felt heat course though my body, warming every inch of my skin as Edward's bare chest brushed mine.

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