Chapter Three

"Bella, check this out!" Edward yelled from the back. I followed his voice, but still couldn't find him.

"Yell again, I can't find you," I called out, listening closely. "Edward?"

He popped out from around the corner, scaring the hell out of me.

"Gah! What the hell? Where did you come from?" I looked behind him, seeing nothing but empty wall space.

"Check this out!" He turned and pushed two fingers into the corner of the wall, pulling out. The thing that had once been the wall became a door, opening up into a passageway.

"Holy...what the hell is that?" I went forward into the dust-covered doorway. "How did you find this?"

"I was knocking on the wall, looking for the studs for when we hang up the menu boards. It was hollow and I saw a hole in the corner, like someone marked it. Cool, huh?" he replied, following me inside.

"What do you think this was used for?" I asked, feeling my way through the dark hallway. The smell of old dust was almost too much, and I thanked God I didn't have allergies.

I jumped at the sound of a huge bang.

Dread hit my stomach. The small amount of light we had was now gone, the loud bang was the passage door shutting behind us.

Edward hurried back, I could hear him struggling to try and open it again.

"Please tell me we're not stuck in here!" I yelled out to him.

"Okay, I won't tell you then," he replied against my ear, making me jump again. "Edward! Quit scaring me!" I smacked what I thought was his arm.

"Do you have your cell on you?" he asked.

"Nope, it's in the car. You?"

"Same."

"So, what do we do?"

"Jane will be back at eight, so either we wait until then, or we try and find another way out."

The pitch black area we were in started to have an effect on me. I constantly had the feeling things were crawling over my feet as Edward and I kept walking, looking for another way out.

No such luck. As we came into what seemed to be a square room that held old furniture, I could feel sheets covering the objects, and in fear of spiders, I left them alone.

"We're stuck til morning, are we?" I asked, finding a wall to lean against.

"Seems like it. Give me a minute and I'll try to open the wall again. I shrugged into the dark in response.

"Kinda makes me feel like we're camping, like when we were teenagers, ya know? We could never build a damn fire, so we'd be stuck sitting in the dark all night and you'd spend hours trying to convince me that you saw big foot."

Edward laughed and leaned against my wall, bumping my shoulder with his.

"We had fun, didn't we?"

"Hmm," I hummed in agreement.

"We should do something…sometime."

Now he had my attention.

"You mean besides watching you pole dance then getting trapped in a weird hidden closet in the same day? And here I thought we were having a splendid day!" I said, smiling, avoiding the fact that I think my best friend might be trying to ask me out on a date.

Our sexual tension was obviously starting to boil for the both of us.

He nudged me, without saying a word.

"I'd like that." I gave in to the awkward conversation.

Even in the dark, I could sense the lopsided grin.

This time, I knew I felt something crawling up my leg.

"Ahhh!" I jumped and started brushing down, trying to shoo off whatever the hell was trying to kill me. I know, a little over-dramatic, but I'm not the biggest fan of spiders.

Instead of finding an eight-legged perpetrator, I found Edward's hand. He busted out laughing instantly.

"Edward! God, do you ever stop?" I pushed him away and started digging my fingers into the only soft spot on him. I happened to know that the spot just under his armpits were extremely ticklish.

He anticipated this, and grabbed hold of my wrists, twirling us around so that my back was now against the wall. How the hell did he do that in the dark?

I could feel his breath against my face. We stilled, both sensing the shift in the air around us. I wanted to crack a joke, say his name, and do something to back out of this moment, but I didn't think I was ready, not just yet.

My breath was short and shallow, waiting for him to move. I could feel the butterflies growing rapidly in my stomach, causing me to be more eager for this moment to continue.

I didn't wait long.

Edward's lips were on mine in a second, not an ounce of softness in them. His kiss was hard and fast. I surprised myself by keeping up with him, wanting it just as bad.

His hands loosened on my wrists, letting them rest on his chest. I made a trail up, slow at first then quickly along the back of his neck, grasping hold of his hair and tugging hard.

This spurred him further. He groaned into my mouth and opened his, deepening the kiss.

Our tongues were quick and eager, fitting for our push and pull relationship. I pulled harder on his hair, and he, in turn, pulled at my shirt, causing us to lose our grips on each other briefly. I took the opportunity to strip his shirt away as well.

The moment apart caused a pause between us. His forehead resting against mine, our breaths were rapid and short.

"Bella, I don't want to stop…" he said, providing me the opportunity to impede him.

"Then don't," I replied.

"Why did we wait so fucking long?" Edward asked between kisses that trailed down my throat.

I didn't think he really wanted an answer, which was good. I don't think I could've formed any words at that moment anyway.

He continued his assault south, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down with my underwear swiftly.

The darkness that surrounded us enhanced my other senses. Every kiss left a wet, burning mark, making me arch my back into him.

He knelt before me, pulling one leg up and over his shoulder, and then followed suit with the other side.

I was lifted from the floor, balancing on him.

Edward wasted no time before sucking my sensitive clit into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, only pulling away for brief moments to let the length of his tongue run up the length of my slit.

I didn't understand it, how it could feel so right. This was Edward. My lifelong best friend, with his face planted between my legs.

But the only coherent thought I could come up with was why so long?

"Edward, please…I need you."

He lifted himself away and let my feet fall to the ground. I reached out and found the hem of his jeans, making quick work to undo them.

I pulled his boxers down with his jeans, hearing them fall to the ground.

"Bella, I don't have anything."

"I trust you."

He lifted my legs again, hitching them around his waist. I reached down, and grabbed a hold of him. The contact made him hiss and thrust forward. I lined him up with my entrance and rolled my hips, taking his tip in.

He stayed just like that for a few seconds before thrusting fully into me.

I sucked in a gasp and he moaned into my ear.

He pulled out slowly; I dug my fingernails into his back.

With just his tip inside of me again, he slammed forward, this time keeping up the tempo.

He didn't slow until I came for him. I could feel myself clenching him tight then letting go, the sensation making him still significantly. The feeling brought him to his own climax swiftly. He pushed into me as far as he could, and tensed up against me.

I kissed his earlobe, up and down, waiting for him to relax his body.

"Is it cheesy to tell you right now that I'm in love with you?" I whispered to him, taking his earlobe in between my teeth.

He laughed, and shivered.

"Incredibly. But, I love you, too, if that's any consolation."

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We spent the rest of that night, clothed, sitting on the floor talking and kissing. We opened up to each other in every way we'd been careful not to over the years. We were in agreement that we'd waited far too long to admit our feelings for each other.

The next morning, we could hear Jane through the walls. She was upset about the doors not being locked and had been talking loudly on her cell about it. She actually blushed a sharp shade of red when she realized that we were there the entire time.

Edward and I signed the papers as co-owners.