I was in Edward's room, looking out the glass wall into the vast forest trying to will him to come home. The sun was beginning to set. The trees had an eerie darkness to them. I pulled my disintegrating copy of Wuthering Heights from my bag. I'd read a few chapters and hope that would help the time pass until Edward returned home. I had only read a page or two when he was suddenly at my ear, "I missed you," he whispered.

I threw my arms around him and kissed his neck.

"No, I missed you! Your brother has been teasing me all afternoon. I'm debating whether you should call the whole thing off. Honestly, Edward, he's horrible!"

"That's Emmett! You know he loves to joke around. He does it to get a rise out you…and it works so well when you're his target! He knows exactly what to say to push your buttons. Don't you want me to please you more sufficiently?" he questioned.

"Edward, your mere presence pleases me. You made me lose consciousness before. I don't know if there's anything you really need to learn from him."

"There is much I don't know in the way of making a woman happy," he said sullenly. "This is as new to me as it is to you."

"Well, there have to be boundaries then. I don't want things going too far. I don't want any of us to regret anything that happens. He is your brother, Edward. You have to live with him for eternity. I don't want to be the cause of strife within your family."

"We both understand that. I spoke with him about it earlier before I left. He understands that this is a one-time thing. That no one can know about it. If you say stop he must stop or he will face consequences."

"And if you say stop? Don't you think it will be hard to see me with him?"

"Yes, I've considered that. But I'm eager to learn and I know he's the best teacher in this particular field."

I nodded.

"I'm going to take a bath and slip into something…a little more…."

"Risqué?" he finished my sentence.

"Yes. I don't see Emmett being a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. Perhaps I should borrow something of Alice's to help get him in the mood?"

With that, Edward's pocket buzzed. It was a text from Alice. "Closet armoire, third drawer on the left. Red set. She can keep it. I won't tell anyone what's going on. Good luck."

"Ugh! Sometimes I forget there's no getting anything past Alice." he shook his head.

"Well at least if she knows what we're up to, she might keep Rosalie away a bit longer. We can't have her showing up here while we're in the act. She has never been fond of me. She would kill me if she knew I was with her man."