Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight

BPOV

"Seriously, why are we watching this?" Edward breathed into my face. When he spoke he touched my thigh with the back of his hand, letting it rest there just long enough to give me the chills.

He had sat right next to me all night. Just close enough that we weren't touching.

It might just be because he was drunk….don't think about that…

"I love the Late Late show. Craig Ferguson is the funniest man alive," I breathed back. I batted my eye lashes for good measure…

Bad! Flirting is not a good idea! This guy has a girlfriend! A really beautiful girlfriend…

He did start it though…

Rosalie hadn't come to Emmett's apartment with Edward. What did that mean? I had opened the door with my glass of wine at my lips. When I saw him there, smiling, alone, my hand snapped down. My throat didn't want to function. I couldn't swallow.

This guy couldn't be human. How did he have this affect on me?

Alice and Emmett got up and wandered into the kitchen. Craig didn't wow them like he did me. Edward stayed.

My attempt to concentrate on the hilarious monologue on the TV wasn't working. Every time I laughed, I saw Edward smile in the corner of my eye.

He was smiling when I smiled. Again. What the hell?!

Concentrate on Craig. Concentrate on Craig. Perfect. The beloved Scot took that moment to say something particularly hilarious, he always took care of me. I curled over in giggles that were too hard to fully suppress.

Edward chuckled aloud in response.

I turned towards him, wanting to stick my tongue out. There's nothing like getting laughed at to bring out your inner child. I might have been a bit tipsy but I managed to not embarrass myself like that.

His eyes will always stop me short, I think. The look he was giving me made my breath catch.

Out of nowhere, he reached over, put his hand in my hair – what the hell?! – and mussed it up a little. Without saying a word, he got up and went into the kitchen. He didn't come back straight away so I looked back towards to TV.

My head felt like it had been burned where he touched me. I moved my hair back to the pretty place Alice had set it in but the burn didn't go away.

This was too much. I was falling in love with a guy I met yesterday… who had a girlfriend… and was one of Emmett's friends. These reasons really didn't seem good enough to stop myself from going into the kitchen, grabbing Edwards face and kissing him incessantly in front of Alice and Emmett.

I had to escape. I couldn't be around him when I was thinking like this. I'd have to walk through the kitchen to get to the bedroom Alice and I were sharing. My dilemma had me bouncing around on the couch: almost standing up, jumping straight back down. Stupid boys…

"Bella, c'mere for a minute?" Alice called…from the bedroom?

I got up too fast and walked through the kitchen too fast. Unable to resist the temptation, I smiled at Edward as I passed. His smile engulfed me again.

I walked faster.

The door slammed a little too loudly to seem nonchalant. "Alice, thank you so much," I rushed. "I was in a panic."

"Yea, I noticed," she said, smirking evilly. "What was he doing to your hair?"

"I don –"

"And the way he looked at you!"

"Oh, I kn –"

"He was looking at you… like .. like he wanted to throw you down on the floor and –"

"Alice!"

"He probably would have done it with Emmett right there…"

"Oh my god, Alice. Shut up!" She was getting my hopes up…

"He totally loves you."

"Alice, one word. Girl. Friend."

"Bella, he's spent the entire night staring at you. Not to mention last night. His face lights up every single time you smile. Wait! Wait! Let me finish! When you look at him –"

"Enough!" She didn't look like she was going to cooperate. "Enough. That's it! We're only here for eleven more days. This is supposed to be a non-stressful vacation! Edward has a girlfriend! The end!" Saying his name was so much fun.

She smirked at me.

"I'm going to bed. Don't say anything to Emmett, please?" I asked, meaningfully. He would either make fun of me until I died from embarrassment and annoyance or he would get angry and uncomfortable that I had a crush on one of his not-single friends.

"Okay, okay." The cogs working in her head were almost audible. She wanted to get me together with Edward. Bad. Then she would probably design matching outfits.

I shook that image out of my head and moved towards my suitcase at the end of the bed.

"You totally love him back."

I couldn't deny it…