Chapter Four: Was It A Dream?

Revised: April 26, 2009

The bright rays of the sunlight shone through my bedroom window facing out onto Chicago's morning traffic. The warmth washed over my face and my naked torso. My eyes fluttered open to look down my body. The lavender sheet, covering my hips and legs, resembled that of a tidal way. I rolled over on to my other side to see that the opposite side, Edward's side, was bare. My heart skipped a beat. No, no, no...it couldn't have been a dream.

I thought back to last night after the lust had died down. I remember being very tired and dizzy from the aftermath and the alcohol. I remembered Edward carrying me into my bedroom and laying me down in the bed; tucking me in and kissing me deeply, adoringly, before crawling in beside me. I remember him draping his arm around my stomach and pulling me to him; kissing my shoulder lightly before we drifted off into a mind numbing slumber.

That only meant one thing. He left without saying goodbye. Hell, even a 'thank you' would do, I suppose. Just as I felt every inch of happiness drain from my body, I heard his voice behind me in the doorway.

"Why the sad face, love?"

I whipped around, my brunette curls bouncing as I did so. "You didn't leave?!"

He laughed and held up two Starbucks coffee cups. "I knew I should have told you, but you looked so peaceful...I thought you'd need this."

He handed me one of the cups and sighed, " I didn't know what you liked, so I guessed the Berry Chai Tea would do..."

I blinked a couple of times before nodding, "Thank you, but...couldn't you leave a note or something?"

Edward's signature grin washed across his lips as he sat down by me on the edge of the bed, reaching out to rub my hip affectionately. "Sorry...I didn't want to snoop around your place to find a pen and paper..."

I sat up, setting the coffee cup down on my night table and letting the sheet that covered my chest fall down as I wrapped my arms behind his neck; kissing him with as much passion as I could allow. I felt him smirk some before kissing me back, allowing his fingers to tangle in my hair as he did so. We parted after a few seconds. "What was that for?" He whispered afterward, his eyes locking with mine.

I shook my head, "I dunno...I guess for not leaving without saying goodbye...and for the coffee..."

Edward laughed as he ran his fingers through his messy locks. "I don't like sneaking out. Not my style...and you are welcome." He stared at me for a few minutes before looking down at his watch, then back up at me with remorse. "I should run. My classes are going to be starting in a couple of hours."

I watched as he stood up and slipped his leather jacket back on before leaning down to kiss me once more. "You were amazing last night, Bella...please, I want to see you again soon, okay?" He took my hand and slipped a piece of paper into the palm. "Call me."

I nodded slightly before kissing him again, "I will."

He grinned and walked out, bidding me one last goodbye. I listened as he clicked the lock in place on the front door before closing it behind him. I leaned against the headboard and smiled as I looked at the piece of paper he had given me. It was Cult Classic's playlist from the night before. I flipped it over to the back and smiled when I saw Edward's fine script:

Edward Cullen

Cell - 773-490-1918

Home - 773-698-4037

I blushed as I thought about last night again. I was completely out of character. I never did anything that...risqué before with anyone, including my long term boyfriends. There was something potent about Edward Cullen that kept me wanting more.

------------------------Later on that day------------------------

I slipped on my muted black pumps behind the perfume counter before smoothing out my pinstripe pencil skirt and straightened out my Macy's name tag. I had just gotten to my assigned station before my supervisor, Mr. Banner, passed by, giving me an vigilant peep to let me silently know that I was almost late again today. I blew out a sigh of relief when he continued walking and began working on the perfume displays lining the countertop. As I was dusting the Prada display and thinking about the same cologne Edward had on the night before, I heard sharp clicks of stilettos approach behind me.

"Oh, thank god you are here! If Banner were to ask me where you were one more time...." my co-worker, close friend, AND Emmett's girlfriend of three years, Rosalie, prattled out.

I chuckled and continued on to the next display, "Sorry, my class went a little late today and I missed the early train. How are you doing, Rose?"

Rosalie shrugged, "Eh, alright, Em and I...wait...what is that?" She smirked and pulled down the collar of my crisp white blouse, tracing her manicured finger nail lightly across the hickey Edward accidently left on my neck last night. I turned crimson and swatted her hand way, smiling some. "Nothing..."

Rosalie spun me around to face her with a huge grin on her face. "That is SOMETHING. Bells, did you get some last night?!"

I shushed her and pulled away, looking quickly around the foyer to be sure no one had heard. Luckily, everyone was too self-absorbed to care. "Rose, can't you be less obvious?"

She bit the corner of bottom lip; her Kat Von D Stormy lip gloss glistening under the florescent lights, a smile toying on her face. "Who was it? How was it? I want every filthy detail, Swan."

I groaned some, "Not now, okay? Jeez..."

Before she could get out another word, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to meet a pair of familiar green eyes. "Miss Swan, could you assist me in finding the perfect fragrance for a lady friend of mine?"