Ok every body, here is a little bit of how Emmett and Jasper are going to, for lack of a better word, put Edward in…the mood. They didn't do it very well. Mainly, they teased the heck out of him. But it did leave him with lots of very naughty thoughts! Bad Edward! Hee-hee!"

Edward's point of view

I completely lost track of time! Bella must hate me now. Alice said she wasn't very angry about it, but I still felt guilty. Morning would be here in a few hours, so I reluctantly left Bella's soft warm bed to return home.

As soon as I opened the door Emmett thoughts bombarded my mind. Poor, poor sexually repressed Edward. He doesn't know what he's missing. I wonder if he's ever even thought about it. Probably not, Mr. Perfect gentleman would never even think like that. Ha! If he only knew…Wait! He's back!?

"Yeah, I'm back, Emmett," I growled. "And keep your thoughts to yourself!"

Jasper snickered. "Seems like Edward's a bit down lately."

Emmett chortled. "Jasper didn't you know? He can't even go up!"

The implications didn't go unnoticed, and I growled again.

"But Emmet," Jasper grinned, "Edward's little friend really goes up when Bella is around."

"I've noticed Jasper," Emmett chuckled. "When do you think he'll self explode?"

That did it! I dove at Emmett knocking him into the TV. If it wasn't for Jasper we might have torn up the entire living room. I stomped off, fuming. Slamming my door shut, I turned on whatever was in my music player trying to block out their rude and vulgar thoughts, while trying to sort through my own.

Was I that obvious? Was my desire around Bella really all that noticeable? Wait! Had she seen that!? Did she notice!?

If I could have blushed I would have. I flopped down on my couch, letting my mind wander. I wish Bella was here, sitting with me on my couch, I wish she was kissing me with those soft, warm lips, running her hands through my hair, alight with passion. I wished I could touch her, and caress her in places underneath her cloths, stroking and probing. I wished she could touch me, making me growl and moan with pleasure. She set me on fire. I wish…

"Hor-ny!!"

"Jasper leave me alone!" I shouted from my room. They both chuckled and I felt guilty. I should be thinking about Bella like that. It wasn't proper. It wasn't moral.

But it was what I wanted! I wanted it so bad it was almost like a need. I couldn't think with the idea of us being intimate so alive in my head, so alive in my body. It pushed me forward, surging through the rest of me like some overwhelming desire. I wanted Bella. I wanted her way to much to not do something about it.

I could never ask her. That wouldn't work. And unless I was willing to loose the rest of my dignity, I couldn't go to Jasper, or Emmet. I needed a guy's point of view on this matter.

I needed to talk to Carlisle.