DISCLAIMER: I do not own twilight!!!!

BPOV

Charlie was so understanding. He loved Alice, and as long as she was involved, he didn't care what I did. I just didn't understand why Edward would do that. I wanted to tell Charlie tonight, and he just ruined that. So I asked him…

"Why would you do that?" I asked when we were in the car.

"Do what?"

"Tell Charlie I needed to get away. I was going to tell him of our engagement tonight."

"Does that mean you are finally ready to be my wife?"

I sighed, "Yes my love. I don't see why I wasn't ready when you asked me. I was just shocked I guess."

"Well you can tell him tomorrow. Where would you like to go for dinner tonight?"

"Sushi?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

I loved sushi. My grandmother always took me before she passed. I hadn't had it since I was ten. I figured that Edward would gripe if I said something cheep, so I picked that. I felt selfish, but I figured he was happy that it didn't matter to me anymore.

Dinner was ok. Not the best, but it would do I guess. We had been waiting a half hour on the bar when Edward finally said the two seats in the corner were good enough.

The instant we got back to his mansion, I knew it wasn't my Edward I was about to see. Sure enough, I was right.

He picked me up out of the car, and instantly started kissing me. Again, his kiss wasn't so careful, and his lips felt nice against mine.

He took me up to his room and laid me on the big bed. His hands started to creep up my shirt, and I felt it go up.

I broke away from the kiss and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You finally gave into me; I'm doing the same for you. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Do you need help with your belt?" I asked.

My shirt was over my head, and he was working on my pants before I realized it. At the same time, I was working on his buckles, planning to work my way up.

This was all going too fast. I began to question myself, asking if I was ready for this. I reasoned, and decided that I was.

His pants, my shirt, our shoes and socks, and his shirt were on the floor by this point.

His muscles were amazing. I began to kiss every part of his chest I could reach, while he kissed my neck. I then moved back up to his lips. Those were what I wanted most at this point.

He seemed to have issues with my bra, so instead he just ripped it off. I groaned.

"You okay?" he asked his breathing uneasy.

"I'm fine. What about everyone else?"

"Either they don't care…" he moved down to kiss each breast, "or they aren't here. Does it bother you?"

"No, keep going."

We were all undressed, and my legs were wrapped around his waist; my arms around his neck. I am going to enjoy this I kept telling myself.

Next thing I knew, we were on the bed and him on top of me.

He started moving down my body, kissing everything he could, as much as he could.

I used my shoulders to lift my body up, telling him I wanted him, now.

He came back up, and with it, he was inside me.

He did this with care though, as not to hurt me as he feared he would.

It didn't hurt as I imagined it would.

Over and over he was in me and out again. I wouldn't be surprised if I begun my transformation to a vampire tonight.