BELLA'S POV:

My dream starred Emmett. We were back downstairs, still kissing. Edward would never kiss me like that. Emmett was much more fun.

I still missed Edward, but Emmett was filling that hole more and more each minute.

When we stopped, Emmett pulled me up and held me. He kissed lightly up and down my cheek, across the length of my neck, over my jaw again and again. Any time there was a long enough pause for me to lean over and peck him on the lips again, I did.

His cool lips were much fuller than Edward's had been. I wanted his mouth back on mine badly, so I pulled his face back up to mine.

His breath smelled amazing. We had stopped kissing and we were just staring into each other's eyes.

Then he stopped breathing and spoke, "I love you."

Then he kissed me again.

I was still asleep, but the dreams had ended. In my sleep, I could still feel Emmett's body next to mine, his strong arms around me. There was a difference in him and Edward, but I didn't mind it. Emmett was much bigger and the way his body was set on the bed was much more relaxed than Edward would have been. It felt effortless to lay there in Emmett's arms.

I wondered what Edward would think if he had walked in the room right this moment. I didn't let that thought last long. I decided I didn't care what Edward thought about it. He was cheating on me.

EMMETT'S POV:

She spoke my name several times. She spoke his very little.

And it was when she said, "Much better than Edward…"

I smiled at that. But I knew she still loved him.

"I miss you… Edward."

I knew it.

But then, she sighed my name again. "Emmett…" and she smiled.

I couldn't help the chuckle that built up low in my chest. It shook her a little, but that made her hold me closer. She clutched at my back and tried to pull me closer. I moved forward, laying on my side with her sleeping body facing me.

I watched her and realized I actually might be starting to love her. I was beginning to recognize small things about her that I found cute. Like how she bit her lip when she was concentrating hard, or how she talked in her sleep. I was starting to need these things.

It was happening so fast. But Carlisle had a theory that vampires fell in love faster than humans did. It would make sense for me to love her.

But did I? I wasn't sure yet.

"I love you."

WHAT? WHO? Who did she love? Edward. Of course, she would always love Edward.

"Emmett."

So she was dreaming about me and telling me she loved me. Did that mean she did? Maybe…

I hoped, maybe foolishly, that she did. I wanted to be hers so bad. I had never felt anything like this before. Not even with Rose.

Her arms started drawing me closer and closer to her. She looked like she was trying to kiss me. But I had promised her I wouldn't kiss her again…

But she was asleep. She wouldn't know. Unless she woke up while I was kissing her. I didn't care anymore.

She obviously wanted me to kiss her. If she had been talking about me and kissing someone, it was likely to be me. So I leaned forward slowly and placed my lips very lightly on hers.

Who knew someone could sleep-kiss? She pulled herself closer to me. I wasn't sure how she could be able to do that, we were already pressed against each other.

And then I heard her gasp. I opened my eyes to see her staring, wide-eyed, at me.

"Umm…" I said, brightly. "I'm sorry."

I pulled my arms back and laid on my back, staring at the ceiling.

"It's alright." She said.

I turned to stare at her incredulously. "What? I just promised you that I wouldn't kiss you again and I kissed you while you were asleep. I'm pretty sure that's not alright."

She sat up cross-legged and put her hands in her lap. She stared down at her hands and said, "But… What if I… Wanted you to?"

I was dumbstruck. I just stared at her face for a long time.

When I regained the ability to speak, I said, "Well… I, umm… Guess that changes things…"

I turned my face back to staring at the ceiling, a confused look on my face. She HAD wanted me to kiss her. Sure I had somehow convinced myself she did, but it was different to hear it straight from her perfect mouth…

"And anyways, its not like anybody is going to know what happened but us. I mean, you wont tell anybody will you?" she asked.

I hadn't actually thought about that before, but I knew my answer immediately. "No. I wont tell anyone." I said, still looking up.

"So… Since we are keeping this a secret…"

I felt the bed move so I knew she had moved closer to me. She leaned her face over mine, but I knew what she had been trying to say before she had even moved.

"Kiss me." she whispered.

She said it with such longing. I couldn't help myself, once again. My mouth molded to shape hers. I sat up and turned to her.

She put her hands on my chest, looking at it appreciatively. Then she turned her hungry gaze back on me. She started the kiss, pressing her body to mine with such force I was sure she must want me as much as I wanted her.

"Emmett…" she whispered. "I love you."

I was taken by surprise. I completely stopped what I was doing and stared her straight in the face, showing her everything, completely letting my guard down.

"I love you too." I said hoarsely.

She smiled and pulled her face back to mine. This time the kiss was less fierce, more slow and sweet. More like the first. It had been one night and a little more than half a day since Bella had been turned over to my care, and already I had kissed my brother's girl 4 times.

I felt horrible, but remembering that he and Rose were probably shacking up behind our backs got rid of the guilt. I kissed her like I needed her, like she was the most important thing in the world, like I loved her. And I did. I needed her now. She was the most important thing in my life now. I did love her. I wanted to know her. Everything about her. I wanted to know how things made her feel, what her favorite movie was, why she could stand to stay with Edward, knowing that he was with Rosalie. I wanted to know her mother's middle name, her favorite pet, every tiny little detail about her life.

From this moment on, I knew I could not live without Bella Swan.