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I will warn you that this chapter might seem a little chaotic. It's meant to seem that way. Just go with it and it'll all make sense, I hope, in the end.
Also, I want to say a quick apology to some of my readers. My summary was not completely accurate in regards to this NOT being a true "slash" story. Yes, there is some slash to it but that is not the heart of this story. I just ask that you keep an open mind and I hope that you stay with me and give the story a chance. I have changed the summary, the best I could to stay true to the story.
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CH5- Realization of Destruction
EPOV
**Present Day – at diner, in the midst of the conversation**
What had I done? How had I gone through my life totally unaware of this obvious path of destruction I was leaving behind?
**3 years ago**
When I started becoming interested in girls there was never just one that stood out to me as someone that I had that special connection with. I know that lots of guys have sex with girls that they like just to be able to have sex. I wasn't one of those guys. I guess watching my parents be happily married and so in love had kind of skewed my values in that respect.
I was content with as little as I was getting because I knew when I did meet that someone special, I'd just know. So imagine my surprise when Jasper walked into the room during my first college class. I'd never considered myself to be gay because I definitely loved women but there was something about him that just drew me in.
He was tall with blond messy hair, kinda like mine, that fell just below his chin. He had these amazing blue eyes, long legs and broad shoulders. I was instantly attracted to him. I wondered if this was a side of myself that I never realized and maybe that's why sex with a girl never seemed like a means to an end for me.
I watched him for a few weeks, hoping to see him around campus. I had spotted him a few times in the cafeteria area, but he was always with some big guy I didn't know. I thought I'd seen him in the music hall one day but by the time I got everything put away, he was gone, if it had even been him.
So when a few guys from back home mentioned a party, I said I'd go in the hopes that he'd be there. Imagine the elation I felt when I walked in and there he was. I made my way across the room to Tyler only to find out that he and Tyler had been friends all along. I tried to measure him up and figure out what kind of guy he was. We had a lot in common and he confirmed that he'd been in the music hall that day I'd seen him. I was thrilled with how this was going. I'd also never had such a raging hard on in all my life.
There were a few times throughout the night when we'd touched and I felt ecstatic that he never seemed to pull away or move away from the interactions between us. If anything, we were drawn to one another like magnets. It excited me and terrified me at the same time. This was all so new to me.
Sure, I'd messed around with a few girls before, I was a guy after all. Eating pussy I could do. Having my dick sucked, no problem. But sex, well that was whole different ballpark that I hadn't ventured into. But thinking of getting Jasper naked and putting my cock up his ass stirred up a hornet's nest in my groin. I wanted him and I think he wanted me too.
We set up a time to get together the next day to play guitars in a private studio in the music hall.
I called Rosalie as soon as I got home from the party. She was my cousin and pretty much my best friend in the world. We'd grown up like brother and sister rather than cousins. She was a little over a year older than me and I absolutely adored her. I also knew that I could talk to her about anything and everything. She was very good at feeling me out and calling me on my bullshit when I got a little out of control. This was going to be a very interesting conversation, that's for sure.
"Hey Ro, how was your night?" I asked.
"It was good. Had another date with Royce tonight." She gushed out. Royce was a guy she'd just started dating and I wasn't sure that I cared much for him yet. He didn't always treat her with the respect and care that I thought a man should bestow upon a woman. Especially a woman as beautiful and special as Rose is.
"That's good. Did you have fun?" I questioned.
"Um, no, not really. He got drunk and handsy again. He just doesn't know when to stop. I think I may have to break things off with him for good." This little tidbit of information made me want to go to New York and beat the crap out of this guy.
"Ro, you know that you deserve way better than that guy. But you know I'll support you, however you decide." I could hear her sigh and knew this particular topic was causing her lots of grief.I decided to move on to the real reason for my call. "I need to talk to you about something pretty serious. Do you feelin like talking now or should I wait 'til later?" I inquired.
"No, now's fine. What's up?" She sounded hesitant though.
"Ro, are you sure? I mean, it's kinda weird and if you aren't up for it, I'll understand."
"No, Edward, I want to hear what's going on with you. It'll keep my mind off this mess I'm in. So shoot." she said.
"Okay, so I think I've met someone. But it's not what you'd expect from me. It's got me spinning like crazy." I told her. "It's a guy that I've met. I mean, I've seen him around campus a few times and we have a class together and I don't know...I mean, I think I'm attracted to him."
"Wow, Edward. THAT I was NOT expecting. Are you sure about this? I mean, do you think you're gay?" She quietly asked.
"No, I don't think I'm gay. I mean, I still get turned on by chics so really, I don't think so. I think I'm just undeniably drawn to him and when I'm around him, I'm constantly hard. So that's got to mean something, right?" I was suddenly more confused than ever. Was I gay? I could be attracted to woman but not want to have sex with them, right? I don't know. Suddenly, I was very tired.
"Edward, you sound like you might just be bi-curious. It doesn't mean that you are gay or that you aren't. It just means that you've met someone that you are attracted to and you might want to explore your sexuality a little." She hesitated for a minute before continuing. "What's he like? Does he seem into you, too?"
"Yeah, I think he was interested in me too. I can't explain it but we were never more than a few inches apart all night. He's amazing. He's beautiful. He's caring. He's a musician, too." I told her.
"Well, the only thing that I can really tell you is that be careful. Use caution where engaging in anything with him. If you sense even the slightest hint of hesitation on his part, just walk away, Edward. This could be a dangerous situation." She warned me.
"But, if something does happen and he is willing to try something with you, you have to be honest with him upfront. If you aren't willing to have a long term relationship or engage in the open gay lifestyle, he needs to know before anything happens." She kept a stern tone in her voice and I could see her wag her finger at me, even though we were on the phone.
"I definitely know that I don't want a serious relationship but I don't want a one night stand, either. I couldn't take something like this lightly. I mean, come on Ro, you know how I feel about sex. Why do you think I haven't just given it up already?" I hoped I got my point across.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Well, we have a date to get together to play guitars so I'll feel him out there. How do you think I should approach him?" I asked her, genuinely asking her for advice.
"Remember what I said about not forcing something to happen. If something is gonna happen, it'll happen naturally. Just feel him out and see where it leads you. I'm pretty sure you'll get a good sense, if he's into you or not." She stated.
"Don't force it, just feel him out." I restated her words with certainty, praying I could do exactly what she said. "That I can try and do. Alright, well, I'm ready to crash, so I'm gonna let you go." I started yawning suddenly realizing how late it was.
I tossed and turned all night long. Questioning myself about whether or not I was gay or not. Trying to understand the dynamics of what it was about him that just drew me to him. Yes, he was beautiful but that was on the surface. Something about him just seemed genuine, devote even...like when he looked at me, he could see straight through to my soul.
Was this just about sex? What if he fell in love with me? What if I fell in love with him? What if my family found out? Rosalie is like my sister and she didn't seem to weirded out by this, at all. But, my father...he would never understand. And my mother, she'd be crushed that there would be no big white wedding and tons of grandchildren being popped out.
I lay in bed, exhausted, recalling the events of the party. How his fingers felt when they touched mine. How his eyes lit up and smiled when we talked about our music. I found myself with my hand wrapped around my cock that was as hard as a lead pipe.
I started thinking about what it would feel like to kiss him.
What it would feel like to have my cock in his mouth.
What it would feel like to penetrate him?
As I blew my load all over my stomach, I knew that I had to find out and quickly whether or not Jasper was attracted to me.
If he wasn't, then I had made a serious mistake and would need to figure some things out within myself.
If he was, then I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to hold off all these intense sexual urges that I was experiencing.
I finally got out of bed, showered, ate some breakfast and sat at my piano. I played for hours, trying to ignore the clock on the wall telling me how much longer I had to wait to see him again. My fingers were aching which wasn't good since we were going to be playing guitar together. But it was worth the pain to get to see him again.
**Present Day – sitting at the counter alone**
What the fuck are they talking about? Why would Bella want to talk to him, alone? We've never kept anything a secret between us. I told her about Jasper and I just a week after we got together. It's killing me to think that either of them is in pain because of me.
What have I done to Jasper's life?
I've always known, kind of, that Jasper had deeper feelings for me. But he wore a mask. Most of the time I could see through it but he's had more than enough chances to tell me this shit over the years.
Fuck! Somehow I always find a way to make a mess of things without even trying...or do I? Is this my fault at all?
I mean, sure I love Jasper. I always will. But Bella, that woman is the absolute love of my life. She is my everything. I can't breathe without her. The blood runs through my veins only because of the love I get from Bella.
She's had insecurities since I met her but I've always tried to show her, tell her and make her fell how much I love her and how beautiful that I think she is. And especially how much that I KNOW that she is the one and only for me. But she has always doubted that she was enough for me, that she could make me happy for the rest of our lives.
One huge mistake I made was telling her about my fantasy. But we were sort of role playing one night and she wanted to know, since she'd conveyed her fantasy to me. I had no choice but to be honest with her about wanting both her and Jasper at the same time. I mean, they were the only two lovers I'd ever had, they were so different but I craved them both.
Yes, I still desired Jasper. Not out of love, although I did love him, but I wasn't in love with him. I knew I couldn't give myself to him for the rest of our lives. But his body, his cock, his mouth...there was no comparison. But with Bella I couldn't imagine not spending the rest of my life with her and I mean don't get me wrong Bella's tits, pussy and mouth were just as heavenly. Hell, I don't know…even thinking it to myself it doesn't come across correctly. But they were completely different, in all ways. I knew every aspect of both of their bodies and I knew there were others who wanted a piece of both of them.
Was she considering his offer? Seriously? I don't know how I even felt about his proposal. I know I definitely would NOT want him touching Bella sexually, at all. I was the only man who had ever laid a finger on her, in her or around her and I would not allow, ever, for another man to take that away from me. Regardless of whether or not it was Jasper or someone else. .MINE.
They are laughing? What are they laughing about? Why am I way over here, alone, while they are getting to discuss the aspects of what's going to or not going to happen to my cock?
Geez, how is Bella handling this? She went from weak, to shocked, to fiesty in a matter of minutes. She never fails to surprise me.
I know when he first asked she was a tiny bit excited. We've often talked about how it would turn her on to watch me with Jasper. She is a little kinky thing, let me tell you, she's into toys and crazy positions and places to fuck where we can get caught. But this, sharing me, actually watching someone else touch me?
I don't know if she could honestly handle it, without detrimental consequences.
And Jasper...the thought of taking him again or having him take me, let's just say my cock was definitely not opposed to that idea, at all.
I feel like I'm losing my mind. To many thoughts. To many scenarios. So much to lose.
**3 years ago – music hall, private studio**
When Jasper walked in, he took my breath away. I had never considered another man beautiful before but he truly was. He was so quiet, reserved, always watching and observant. It made me want him even more.
We chatted for a few minutes, decided on some songs and started playing. We laughed, sang, talked and played for hours. Just when I thought my fingers would start bleeding, we decided that was enough for the day.
I asked him if he had plans for the night, hoping to get something out of him. When he looked up at me and said he hoped we'd be doing something together, I knew. This was my chance. This was it, I had to walk out on that limb.
We held each other's stare as I closed in on him. It was an intense pull happening between us. I stopped an inch from him. I wanted to kiss him more than I'd ever wanted to kiss anyone before. I told him to stop me if this wasn't his thing but he made no motion to move, if anything, he leaned in slightly. I took my chance, placed my hands on his hips and kissed him.
It took less than a second for the fire to shoot right through my skin...next thing I know I'm up against a wall and feeling every inch of him up against me before he falls to his knees. My head is spinning and my heart is flying up against my rib cage.
When he puts a single kiss to the tip of my cock, I almost came right then and there. He made no short time of pulling my throbbing dick into his mouth sending jolts of fire spiraling through me. I think I blacked out from the overwhelming sensation of it all. He directed me to put my hands on his head, in his hair and I couldn't stop the desire to just fuck his mouth. Oh my god, his mouth wrapped around my cock was at that moment the single greatest sexual experience I'd ever had.
When I felt like I just couldn't hold off anymore, he opened his throat and I could feel my cum shoot down the back of his tongue. It was by far the most amazing orgasm I'd ever had.
I couldn't stop this now, I had to see it through. He ignited a passion in me, a thirst for more and a drive to just lock him in my bedroom and have my wicked way with him. He'd changed me forever.
After I came down off my euphoric high and things mellowed out a bit, I didn't want to let him go. But I needed to step back a bit and regain my composure. I kept remembering the words that Rosalie had told me and I felt bad for not taking it a little slower.
He was scared that I'd leave him high and dry. This terrified me. I could see something in his eyes, a deep yearning, an endless desire and once again it felt like he could see straight through to my soul.
We made plans to meet up at my apartment and I knew that I had to lay it all out there on the line before I got caught up in this with Jasper. I didn't want to hurt him or get myself hurt in the process.
When I left the music hall, my thoughts were all over the place. What had just happened? I had no regrets, of that I was sure. But I sensed something greater shining through in Jasper and I wasn't sure if I could stop myself from needing him just as badly as it seemed that he needed me.
Suddenly, this didn't feel like it was just about sex anymore.
**Present day – still sitting at the counter, alone**
I sit here watching them talk. I can't see Bella's face. That bothers me. I love her face. I could stare at her for hours but it's about more than her sheer beauty. It's about the emotions that she conveys within her face and the expressions that shine through her eyes. Fuck, I love this woman more than life itself, how I can be sitting her even contemplating having sex with Jasper again?
I see Jasper reach across the table and Bella's hand slides across to meet his hand. They clasp fingers. I'm intrigued. Nothing about it seems sexual. What am I missing here? Are they bonding? Have they come to an agreement? Could Bella actually finally let her guard down where Jasper is concerned?
I've missed Jasper for so many more reasons than our past sexual history. I loved him. He was my best friend first and foremost. We shared so many common interests and we had things to bond over. Losing him tore me up because I missed my friend. I remember that period of time as the best and worst time of my short life so far. I mean it was the best because Bella waltzed into my life and I knew that I'd never let her go. But it was also the worst when I ended things with Jasper, because I had assumed we'd remain best friends, just hang out casually. I guess I underestimated his feelings for me and now felt stupid for thinking we could end an extremely intense sexual relationship and still keep the casual friendship.
But I guess the old saying goes "Having your cake and eating it too" is too good to be true. He watched me walk away and that's the last conversation he and I had for months. He dropped out of the class we'd had together, he'd changed his phone number, he avoided all the hangouts that we'd shared. I was crushed.
I'd always suspected that he was in love with me. I could see it in his eyes but he'd told me several times that I was wrong. So I eventually let it go. I just assumed that I was another notch in his belt, that it was a fleeting stop on his journey of life. But now, sitting here watching him and my wife discuss a possible weekend away to close the door on his love for me; it hurt my heart.
If I'd known all those years ago, I don't know what I would have done. I would not have taken the chance at losing Bella but he was my friend and I did love him, too. What could I have done to ease his suffering? I don't know and it's too late to second guess it now.
Jasper looked over at me and made eye contact. A smile crossed his lips and he motioned with his head for me to return. Suddenly, I felt very sick to my stomach.
**3 years ago**
When Jasper showed up at my apartment that first night, I wanted to jump on him and drag him off to my bedroom. But I knew I couldn't. I knew that we needed to talk first.
I tried to be as honest and upfront with him, although to be honest, I was half way lying to him. I was already experiencing emotions and feelings for him that I'd never had to deal with. So I knew that I had to tread lightly on how I spoke to him.
Once we talked and agreed that this was just a 'thing' between us, the chemistry zinged around the air in the room. It took all of twenty-five minutes, from the time he walked in the door, for us to wind up naked and in my bed.
Seeing him naked, giving himself so freely to me was one of the most cherished memories I'll ever have. He was gentle, he was passionate, he was timid in how far he pushed me. But when he entered me for the first time, my mind exploded with sensations that I never knew existed. I felt whole. I felt complete. I felt cherished.
He took me slowly, building the flame to ignite a full fledged fire before roughly man-handling me and showing me something I had never seen before. I couldn't wait to wrap my mouth around his cock, which I did while we showered. His taste was unbelievable. It was salty and hot unlike pussy that is wet and sweet...the first time I opened my throat and felt him cum hard, thick and forceful, I knew I would never get enough of him.
He was mine.
I was insatiable. He was insatiable. We pushed our bodies to the limit. I don't remember much about those two and half weeks except my overwhelming desire to feel his bare skin, in some form, on mine.
When I discussed this with Rosalie one night, she questioned if this was how I saw myself living for a permanent lifestyle. And honestly, at first, if I thought that I could have Jasper this way, all the time, forever, I would have been happy. But there was a small something missing.
I started thinking about how life would be if I lost Jasper. It hurt my heart to imagine it. I had spent several nights just watching him sleep and praying for an answer. Little did I know what kind of answer I was going to receive less than twenty-four hours later.
I left him in bed after a night of extremely passionate love-making. I had felt a shift, a desperation between us that had never been there before. Jasper was especially clingy, like he couldn't touch my skin enough, not that I minded but it had me worried. Was he trying to tell ME goodbye?
As we lay there, staring at each other, we both ran through a gamut of emotions, I hoped he could sense the great amount of love, desire and adoration that I had for him. It was the single most intense non-sexual moment of my life. There are moments in life that it still haunts me about all the unspoken words from that night.
When I picked up Rosalie from the airport it was hard leaving him, naked, sprawled out on my bed. But I had missed my cousin and I needed some time to just talk about this with her. To have her help put some things in perspective. Rosalie was amazing at staying out of my business until I asked her to step in, she was blunt, she was harsh but she spoke the fucking truth as she saw it. Which I appreciated, immensely.
She could immediately sense that something heavy was weighing on me.
"Edward, what's wrong?" She finally asked, as we got in the car to head back downtown.
"Rosalie, I'm in this thing deep, deeper than I even imagined. I've been thinking and waiting for a sign that this is wrong that it isn't how my life is supposed to be. There haven't been any." I told her, honestly.
"So you have taken it to a full on relationship with him?" She questioned.
"Ro, I think I'm in love with him." I whispered out to her.
She was quiet, tense and I wished that I could see her eyes behind her dark shades.
"Have you told him how you feel?" She inquired, finally, breaking the unbearable silence.
"Not exactly. I mean, I had a conversation with him where I told him I loved him but no, I've never outright verbalized that I am in love with him." I conceded.
"And him, how does he feel? Has he declared his feelings for you?" She said, turning to look at me.
Thankfully, I was driving and didn't have to face her so she couldn't see the look of disappointment on my face.
A simple 'no' was all I offered her as a response.
Silence. Again. I hated fucking silence, at the moment.
"Here's how I see it. You were honest with him upfront. You've spent almost every day together, right? So that has to mean something. I mean, you don't think this is just a game for him, do you? Has he given you that indication?" she asked.
"No, I definitely do not think this is a game for him. That just isn't his style. Yes, we've been together every single day and night since we met. The only time we're apart is when we have had school or social obligations to take care of." I answered confidently.
"Well, the way I see it," she paused, thinking,"is that you should leave well enough alone. Let him call this one since you told him upfront what your expectations were." She finished saying and took a deep breath, smiled and said, "Let's go eat, I'm starving. Plus we have other things to talk about, such as Alice."
Good grief. I forgot we were hanging out with Alice tonight. Alice is a perceptive little thing and I can't even begin to think about what she'll think about Jasper's presence. Alice and I had history. A whole fucking lot of history that I didn't even know we'd had until she moved off our senior year.
**5 yrs ago**
Alice and I had been friends since we were out of the womb. Our mothers had been best friends growing up so it was only obvious that we'd be friends too. Living in forks with a small population it was only natural for both girls and boys to all hang out together. I had always loved being friends with Alice, where I might be introverted she was most definitely extroverted. I was in band, she was a cheerleader. I took Art classes, she took Theater classes, but that's how our friendship worked.
I always thought of Alice as a little sister, even though technically she was a few months older than I was. But where I was well over six feet tall she was pushing five feet which always made me slightly protective of her. If I ever felt like she was putting herself in a situation that was dangerous or hanging out with people I didn't completely trust I would tag along or show up where she was, so I could keep an eye on her.
I had started to suspect that her feelings for me had changed somewhere along our freshman year. Our families had taken separate vacations that summer and after returning from a month long trip to Europe with my parents Alice was acting very different around me. And her body had seemed to blossom overnight. She was no longer this little person with a stick body. Sure, she was still short as hell but her body got curvy and her boobs starting showing. She changed her clothing style to tight tops, short skirts and high heels. And every chance she got she was bending over in front of me.
At first I was very confused so I went to talk to Rosalie about it because it was wigging me out a little.
I showed up at my Aunt and Uncle's house and found Rose sitting on her bed painting her nails. "Hey Ro, what's up?" I tried to ask casually.
"What does it look like Einstein?" she chuckled out at me.
"So can I talk to you about something?" I questioned.
"Edward, you dope, you know you can talk to me about anything...what chic is it now?" She laughed out at me.
"It's Alice."
"Oh really?" she asked hiking her eyebrow high in question.
"Well, something weird is going on with her and I wondered if it was just me or if there really is something going on with her." I suddenly got very nervous about what she was about to tell me.
"Alice is acting like a fifteen year old girl who grew up over the summer. What's so weird about that?" she inquired, laughing in her eyes as she stared at me.
"Ro, I think she likes me. Like 'like me' likes me. And it's kinda freaking me out. I mean, she's always been a little sister to me, we're best friends. I don't want to see her that way. Boobs or not." I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air.
Rose started laughing at me. I was still confused and really worried I was about to lose my best friend.
That was the first of several conversations we had over the next couple of years about Alice's feelings about me. But then Tyler came along and swept Alice off her feet, or so I thought. They started dating and because I was good friends with Tyler, I trusted him to be respectful of her. They didn't date long and she moved on to Ben, then Mike, then Brady. None of them lasting more than a few weeks.
Our friendship remained intact, or so I thought.
The beginning of our Senior year a family friend moved into town. I had known Tanya practically my whole life. Our dads had been college roommates so we often went to Alaska to vacation with them and vice versa. I had always been somewhat attracted to Tanya. She was beautiful, funny and she seemed to get me, too.
So when she moved to town, we instantly hit it off. Then we started dating. Tanya was the first girl who let me feel her up, she was the first girl to let me eat her pussy and she was the first girl to suck my dick. But, I wasn't in love with her and I refused to have sex with her. That fact, however, did not go over so well with her.
Soon, she started fighting with Alice, which caused a strain on mine and Alice's friendship. We stopped hanging out, we stopped calling each other every night, in fact we hardly saw each other.
Alice knew how I felt about sex, how I wasn't going to have sex just to have sex. But she'd overheard Tanya telling some of the girls in the gym locker room all about how we were having sex multiple times a day and how good I was in bed. She had come to me to try and convince me that Tanya was up to no good and what she'd overheard.
But I had known Tanya a long time and I trusted her. I didn't know why Alice was saying these things about Tanya. Something happened and the next thing I knew Alice was transferring to a private school in Port Angeles. No goodbye, no explanation, she was just gone.
A few weeks later, I caught Tanya with Tyler's dick in her mouth in the janitor closet at school. I promptly broke up with her and instantly felt guilty for not believing Alice. But what was done had been done. I couldn't go back and change it now.
I didn't see Alice again until right before we started our freshman year in College. Things seemed almost back to normal between us. I could tell that she was a little guarded with me but I just assumed it was because so much had changed over the last year for both of us. We never talked about Tanya or anything that happened. She seemed like she was over it, so I just let it go.
**3 years ago, night of Bella's introduction**
After Rose and I had lunch and talked, I felt better about everything going on with Jasper. I knew that I just had to keep it all in balance and step back from the overwhelming emotional aspects of this thing.
I picked up the phone to call him and find out when he'd be here. This was the longest that we'd been apart in almost three weeks. I missed him. I ached for him.
I couldn't wait to see him again but knowing that Rosalie, Alice and the friend that Alice was bringing would be here, I knew I'd have to reel it in. Not being able to freely touch, kiss or hold him would be hard. This will be a true test of how far I was willing to go in this relationship, out in the open.
"Ro, do you know who this friend is that Alice is bringing?" I called out to her while she was putting on her makeup in the bathroom.
"Not really, I know that she's Alice's roommate but that's about it. Alice said she's a sweet girl but very shy and needs to get out and meet people." She called back to me.
Just then there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath, preparing to come face to face with Alice and her friend. I pulled open the door and was not prepared at all for what was waiting on the other side.
"Hi, Alice," I said while catching a glimpse of her friend.
"Hi, Edward, can we come in?" She laughed out. I was standing there blocking the door, completely blown away by this beautiful girl standing on my porch. She had long mahogany hair down her back, hardly any makeup and these beautiful brown eyes. She looked very tentative, stiff and very uncomfortable.
"Yes, sorry, yes, please come in." I stuttered out. We walked into the living room and finally Alice turned to me and said, "Edward, this is my friend, Bella Swan. Bella, this is my childhood friend, Edward Cullen."
She slowly put her hand out to shake my mine. I grasped her hand with both of mine and shook it. Her skin was soft as silk and her hand fit in my perfectly.
"It's very nice to meet you Bella." I smiled and hoped she saw my interest in my eyes.
She very quietly responded, "Nice to meet you too, Edward."
Alice chimed in "Where's Rosalie? Don't tell me she isn't ready yet?" Just then Rose called out, "I'm ready, just putting on the finishing touches, I'll be right there."
"This is a nice place you've got, Edward. And since I see your piano in here I know why you chose not to move into the dorms," Alice sighed out.
Thankfully Rosalie came into the living room, finally and they all started introductions and idle chit-chat. I was going crazy thinking about Bella sitting on my couch. I don't think I've ever met a girl as naturally beautiful as she is. She's so quiet and definitely out of place with Alice and Rosalie. But she had me mesmerized. I hadn't felt this attracted to someone until I'd met Jasper.
OH SHIT, Jasper's on his way here. He'll see right through me. I don't know that I could hide this enormous pull that I was feeling to Bella. But, I didn't want to hurt him either.
This might just be the sign I was looking for. .
**Present Day – returning to the table**
I stood up from my stool and walked back to the booth. They were both smiling and seemingly relaxed. I ran my hand through my hair and slid into the seat next to Bella.
"You okay, baby?" I asked her timidly.
"I'm good, Edward." She smiled genuinely at me.
"So, what did you decide? Do I even get a say in any of this?" I questioned looking back and forth between the two of them.
Jasper sat up tall, took a deep breath and said, "Well Edward, we've come to a tentative agreement. But first we need to discuss some of our decided upon terms with you."
"Wait, what?" I questioned again. "Terms, what do you mean 'terms'?" I asked.
"Calm down, Edward, it's nothing bad, it's pretty good, actually," Bella smiled mischievously.
"Okay, I'm listening." I relented reluctantly.
A/N: Hopefully that ending wasn't as evil as the others have been;)
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