This is kind of a long chapter. A little bit of excitement going on.

And I officially dedicate this chapter to bella c'ella luna‏, who distracts me with her wonderful story Anticipation and then turns around and yells at me to write more of mine. LOL. Oh, and I would totally pick Spike over Angel. Something about the bad boy vampire with a sexy accent gets me all riled up. *swoon*

The song in this chapter is "Green Grass" by Tom Waits. I couldn't find it on youtube by him...and really, his version is SO much better than everyone else's. So don't listen to theirs. Find his, listen, and love it. I may have a *bit* of a crush on Tom.

And one more thing...remember, they're OOC. So don't think about Twilight too much. They're the same people but nothing like they were in the books.

Once again, I don't own them. I wouldn't mind owning Edward though. Think Stephanie would let me buy him? Or maybe rent him for a few hours...

I head towards the house Esme had pointed me to, trying to keep close to the buildings, in the shadows. It was sweltering outside. I can't understand how it was so cold last night and so hot today. I guess that's desert weather for you. As I approach the house, I'm awe stricken by its beauty. It's very old fashioned. An old farm house. The large wrap around porch has several rocking chairs and hanging plants. The front door is opened, with only a screen door blocking the entrance. It's so comfortable looking.

I step up onto the porch and knock lightly on the screen door frame. Nothing. I knock a little harder. Still nothing. I decide to head around back to see if Esme's son was out back like she said he might be. As I come around the porch corner, though, I stop. Soft guitar chords play, drifting across the hot breeze. It's familiar. I take a few more steps, looking for its source. Stepping off the back of the porch, I look around, still unable to find the source. I'm about to call out 'hello' when a voice stops me.

Thick and velvety, tinged with a sense of longing, a beautiful voice softly begins to sing:

Lay your head where my heart used to be

Hold the Earth above me

Lay down in the green grass

Remember when you loved me

The lyrics flood my mind, reminding me of my childhood, listening to my dad and his friends share laughs and beers, a raspy Tom Waits playing in the background, with their stories drifting above the sounds of their weekly poker night. I always wanted to hear their stories, but the songs had drawn me in even more. I began to listen for the music only, closing my eyes and taking in the lyrics. This had been my favorite Waits song.

Come closer don't be shy

Stand beneath the rainy sky

The moon is over the rise

Think of me as a train goes by

I step forward, straining to hear the quiet voice, trying to figure out where its coming from.

Clear the thistles and the brambles

Whistle "Didn't He Ramble"

Now there's a bubble of me

And it's floating in thee

I glance around. There's a couple benches, but they're empty. A swing set also sits empty, the swings swaying slightly in the breeze.

Stand in the shade of me

Things are now made of me

The weather vane will say

It smells like rain today

I hear a rustle above me and I quickly look up. There he is. Sitting in a tree, like Esme said he might be. Only I was picturing a younger boy, maybe 8 years old. I was not prepared for what I saw.

God took the stars and he tossed 'em

Can't tell the birds from the blossoms

You'll never be free of me

He'll make a tree from me

He's beautiful. A flop of messy copper hair. He's a little pale, but not like I am. His eyes are closed as his long fingers carefully pick and strum the chords. He sways slightly in time with his playing. I watch as his lips part and he continues singing.

Don't say goodbye to me

Describe the sky to me

And if the sky falls - mark my words

We'll catch mocking birds

I feel my breath catch a little as he purses his lips to whistle. His lips are just so...perfect.

Lay your head where my heart used to be

Hold the Earth above me

Lay down in the green grass

Remember when you loved me

As he plays out the last of the chords, his eyes open and immediately fall on me. I'm standing under him, staring, my mouth hanging open slightly. As his eyes lock with mine and his mouth curls into a crooked grin, I blush and look down.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, trying to will my face to return to a normal shade.

"Can I help you with something?" he asks. He doesn't sound annoyed that I was intruding on his singing, so I chance another look at him.

His eyes. My God, his eyes. Bright, a playful twinkle glinting from them. The most brilliant shade of green I've ever seen. As he stares at me, I lose every thought I had. I mumble something without realizing it.

He cocks his head to the side. A smirk plays on his lips. It's marvelous. "I'm sorry?" he says.

"Wha-?"

He laughs and my eyes widen. It's deep, musical. Throaty. Sexy. "You said something about eyes?" he says.

I blush deeply. He swings his guitar to his back and swiftly climbs down from his perch. I look down, embarrassed. "Sorry," I mutter. "I was looking for Esme's son?" I say.

Dropping to the ground in front of me, he sticks his hand out. "You've got him. What can I do for you?"

I let him take my hand in his and jump slightly. Its almost as though a current had shot from his hand to mine. I quickly pull my hand back. "I was...er, she wanted. I mean, she said I should..." I pause. "I'm sorry. I'm not normally this...flustered. I was just caught off guard by your singing." I look up at him and his eyes catch mine again. He seems amused at my stammering, so I gather a coherent thought and spit out, "I need a room to stay in for a few days."

He nods. "Ah. Well, come on. I'll show you the empty one." He steps around me and I watch him walk away. He's tall. Not as tall as Jake, but I still feel quite short next to him. He's also muscular. Not overly so. His muscles are more...lean, sinewy. He's lanky, in the way a swimmer is. His jeans look well worn and his tshirt clings to his upper body, slightly damp in areas with sweat. He's barefoot. With his guitar strapped against his back, his look just screams laid back and relaxed.

I wasn't aware that I was following him until he holds open the backdoor for me. I smile a little and step in past him, into the kitchen. It's beautiful, like Betty's, only much more modern. Expensive, state-of-the-art appliances grace the granite counters. I run my fingers along the cool granite, admiring the room. I love cooking. At home, I'd usually been in charge in the kitchen and I sorely missed it. My dad could never cook a decent meal to save his life and my mom, well, she was a little too adventurous in the kitchen.

As I'm lightly fingering the knobs on a beautiful stand mixer, I hear the boy clear his throat and blush. "Sorry." I look over and he's got that lopsided smile again.

"You like it? My mom insisted on getting the best of everything when we remolded and she never even cooks in here. I don't think half this stuff has ever been used." He's leaned against the end of the counter, his guitar now resting propped against the edge.

I shake my head. "It's wonderful. I can't believe someone with a kitchen like this would ever leave it. I always thought about redoing our kitchen back home, but my mom talked me out of it. She didn't want people to think we were showing off." I grimace a little. "Not that I think your mom is trying to show anything off..." I trail off, blushing.

He laughs and my heart stutters at the sound. "Don't worry. That's exactly why she did it. Come on," he says, pushing away from the counter. "I'll show you your room." He leads me to a staircase and says, "We've actually got someone else staying with us right now, too, so you'll be on the third floor. The second floor is where my mom's room is, and my sister, plus one of the guest rooms. I'm on the third with the other guest room." He stops in front of a closed door, "It's not really girly or anything. It had been my brother's room. So sorry for that." He turns the knob and opens it.

The room is huge. And lovely. A giant bed against one wall with a large window at the head of it. A desk, dresser, bookcase, a few sports posters on the wall. A large TV and entertainment center, along with a massive collection of DVDs and several game systems grace an entire wall.

"Wow. This is...very different than where I stayed last night." I step over to the bed, glancing out the window. There's a beautiful view of the desert stretching away from this side of the house. I climb up on the bed, sitting on my knees staring out.

"Where did you stay last night?" he asks, sauntering up by me.

"With Jacob Black?" I say, more of a question.

He scowls. "Why the hell would you stay with him?"

I'm taken aback by his harsh words. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, I shrug. "He picked me up and I needed somewhere to sleep. He said there was nowhere to stay in town."

I watch as he runs his hand through his hair. That sexy, "I-just-rolled-out-of-bed" hair. The scowl remains on his face, but that, too, is sexy. In fact, it seems like everything about this boy is sexy. I'm in trouble. I let my eyes wander over his body as he paces a little, talking. I'm not listening until I hear him say, "-looks like he might rape someone. He's too big. Him and his freak friends."

I shake my head a little, laughing. "Rape someone? He was really nice to me. Made me dinner, let me shower, was a perfect gentleman when we slept together."

He whirls around. "You slept with him? How old are you anyway? Isn't that illegal?" He steps up to me. His knees are touching mine and his fists are balled up. My first inclination is to be afraid, but as I look into his stunning eyes, I see worry instead of anger.

I laugh. And blush. "I didn't...sleep with him. Not that it should be your business if I did or didn't. I slept in his bed. It's very cold out here at night. And he wouldn't let me sleep in my car." I see his hands unclench a little. "And I'm older than him. So that's not an issue either."

He looks skeptical. "You're older than him? You look like you're 15." His eyes move over my face, then briefly flicker down to my chest. I'm not the most well-endowed girl out there, and because of that I've never been one to wear a bra. It makes me a little self conscious about him looking, but a little angry as well. I thought it was obvious I wasn't 15.

I scoff, leaning back a little and crossing my arms over my chest. "Just because I don't have a big chest doesn't mean I'm a kid. I'm nineteen, thank you very much."

At being caught looking at my chest, his cheeks actually turn a little pink. He steps back, running his hand through his hair again. Nervous gesture? Maybe.

"I'm sorry," he looks away quickly, "I didn't mean to, ah...imply that...because of your chest..." he trails off, obviously embarrassed.

Sighing, I sit up, "Don't worry about it."

"I'm Edward, by the way." He offers me his hand again. I shake is hesitantly, and the same little shock runs through my arm. I look up as he pulls his hand from mine. His face shows he felt it too.

"I'm Bella."

"Bella..." he says softly, looking away, nodding a little. "Well," he says, gesturing to the room, "There's TV, movies, since we don't get cable out here, uh, the bookcase there. There's not a lot interesting to read. My brother wasn't exactly the literary type. I've got more interesting stuff to read in my room if you want something to keep busy. Uh, dresser. Closet," he points to one door. Pointing to the other, "Bathroom. There's a shower and a whirlpool bathtub. Towels are in the closet in there. And I'm the other room on the hall if you need me. So, I guess I'll leave you to get...situated," he says, glancing around. "Wait, don't you have any luggage or anything?"

I laugh. "I've just got one bag. It's with Betty down the road? Jake insisted on letting her do my laundry. Everything I had with me was dirty, including this," I say, motioning to what I'm wearing. "Plus I got sort of sweaty again so my shower yesterday was probably pointless."

He nods. "Well, why don't you get a shower here? It's nice. We've got the big shower head that feels like rain."

"I don't have anything to change into. I'll just wait I guess. I'll go later this evening and get my stuff from Betty." My stomach growls. "I guess I'm hungry," I say, giggling.

He nods. "Want to go grab a bite? The diner has pretty good food." He offers me his hand. I gladly take it and let him pull me off the bed.

"Sounds good." Following him from the room and back down the stairs, I can't help but ask, "So how old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-one. I know, I know. Why am I not in college? Why am I still at home with my mom? Do I at least have a job?" I snicker. Obviously, he's been bombarded with questions like this for awhile now. "Fact is, I like it here. My mom needs me. My sister needs me. I play in some bars in the next town over for a job, not that I need one." We reach the front door and he opens it for me, ushering my out into the street. "I guess that's more of a hobby. Hey, what did you think, anyway? Spying on me, you must have heard me singing."

We're walking side by side down the street towards the diner. I smile to myself. It feels so easy to be beside him. It didn't seem at all awkward. "Honestly, I thought you were incredible. That song you were singing has always been my favorite Tom Waits song. My dad used to play it all the time."

"Ah, a Waits man. He's got good taste."

"He did have good taste," I say quietly, as we reach the door to the diner. He raises an eyebrow at my wording, but doesn't press it, and I'm thankful. The last thing I want to do is cry in front of him, too. In public, no less. I would be beyond again, he holds the door open for me. It seems so out of place in today's society for a young guy to be gentlemanly, but I suppose it fits here. This town isn't exactly up with the times it seems. The diner is no different. Every movie diner set in a small town is reflected here. The counter with the stools saddled up to it. Booths lining two walls. The kitchen you can see into with a round ticket wheel. The waitress behind the counter reading a magazine and popping her gum is even wearing an old fashioned waitress uniform. She glances up as we step in and smiles at Edward.

"Hey doll. Who's your friend?" she asks, setting her magazine aside.

"This is Bella, in town for a few days. Give us a few to look over the menu?"

She snorts out a laugh. "Sure thing. Let me know." She goes back to her magazine.

We're the only ones in here, but he still leads me to a booth farthest from the door. I slide into one side as he takes the other. He grabs a laminated sheet and hands it to me, sitting back. I can feel him watching me, studying me, and I try very hard not to be self-conscious about it. It's only natural. A stranger coming into his small town, into his home, even. Of course he'd want to know about me.

Maybe he thinks you're cute. He doesn't think I'm cute. He thought I was 15. Didn't stop him from checking you out earlier, did it? Shut up, I grumble at the voice in my head. I could not start thinking about him like that. It would only lead to trouble. I was lucky I didn't let myself do anything with Jake last night. That would have made for an awkward morning.

Glancing over the menu, typical diner food, I shrug. "I guess I'll get a grilled cheese."

Raising an eyebrow, he says, "Is that it? Your stomach sounded pretty angry back there." We laugh. "Tell you what, can I order for you?" I nod. "Hey Sue! We're ready!"

"The usual hon?" she says, approaching us.

"Make it two. Give Bella here a taste of Jim's famous burger." She nods walking off.

"A burger? Is it really that special?"

He nods. "Best you'll ever have. That, and the home fries and chocolate milkshake that comes with it." He grins as I shake my head, laughing. "Don't knock it till you've tried it. It's what I always get. Jim's the best cook I know."

"You better believe it," Sue says, walking out with a plate of fries and two chocolate shakes. "Here you go guys, get you started."

I watch her walk away. Sue could have been brought right out of the 50s. Something about her was so...vintage. And wonderful.

"Sue is Jim's wife. They own this place. Have since before I was born. I'm here pretty much everyday." He grabs a fry and dips it in his shake before popping it in his mouth.

I grimace. "What are you doing?" I'm more than mildly repulsed.

Staring at me, he just shakes his head. "You're kidding right?" He waits for me to answer so I shake my head. "You've never tried this? Oh, that's just criminal." He grabs another, dipping it in his shake and holds it out to me. I shake my head and lean back. "Come on! Open up. It's delicious!"

I laugh, pulling back further as he leans over, trying to get the fry to my lips. "No! It looks gross!"

"Open your mouth. Just try a little bit. You can spit it out if you don't like it."

"Edward Masen, what are you doing to that poor girl?" Sue asks, sliding two plates on the table, taking in whats going on. I'm pressed back against my side of the booth and he's waving a now dripping fry at my face. "I suppose no one's ever said it out right to you, but you ought to know better than to go sticking things in a girl's mouth when she doesn't want you to." She winks at him, causing him to drop back in his seat, and blush a little. I can't help but giggle at him.

"Thank you, Sue." I admire his pink cheeks. Something about him blushing just arouses something in me that I can't really describe.

He grumbles. "Yeah, thanks Sue." She laughs and walks back behind the counter, picking up her magazine. He looks at me, a small smile playing on the corners of his mouth, despite the phony glare he sends my way. "I've never had so much trouble getting a girl to open her mouth for me before." He smirks.

I blush deeply. "Well, I guess I'm not as easy as those other girls," I retort, trying to hide my embarrassment. He laughs.

"Touche. Eat up."

The rest of the meal is eaten while we exchange light banter. I learn more about him; he's very into music, and we have very similar tastes. He loves his mom, which is why he's still living at home. His dad had taken off after his younger sister was born, so his older brother and he took care of the sister and mom. He asked me a thousand questions, from my favorite color to what I wanted to be growing up. We share laughs, a few serious moments, and several comfortable silences. Long after we've finished eating, we sit and talk. People come and go, always saying hi to Edward, him in turn introducing me to them. It was starting to feel like I'd known him all my life.

I finally glance out the windows at the front of the diner. It's almost dark out. "Oh wow. Did we really sit here all day?"

Following my gaze, Edward says, "I guess we did. Sorry to keep you for so long."

"I didn't mind at all. This was one of the nicest afternoons I've had in a long time." I slide out of the booth, stretching my arms above my head. My back pops and I sigh. "I guess I should go get my laundry from Betty and get in touch with Jake, let him know I won't be staying with him tonight."

He stands up, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. I dig in my pocket, pulling out some wadded up cash to drop on the table with his money and he stops me. "Don't worry, I've got it."

"I can cover my own food, Edward." I drop a ten on the table.

"I don't mind. Really."

"No."

He scoops my money off the table, reaching over and shoving his hand in my pocket to deposit it. A thrill runs through my body at the intimacy of the touch and I shiver.

"Yes," he whispers against my ear, pushing me toward the door as he removes his hand from my shorts. My heart flutters.

Swallowing thickly, I say, "Fine. But I'll get it next time, okay?"

He chuckles. "Deal."

As we leave the diner, we wave at Sue, and he turns to walk me to Betty's. I don't argue. I feel good being close to him. The afternoon had passed in a blur. It was comfortable. It was easy. I needed this.

I knock on the door when we get to Betty's and Edward stands right beside me. The closeness is...nice. But difficult. It makes me want to reach out and take his hand in mine. Thankfully, Betty opens the door, ushering us inside.

"Come on in, kids. Bella, dear, I've got all your things ready for you. Jacob is here." She leans in, whispering, "Be wary. These two boys don't much like each other. And I haven't told Jacob you won't be going with him tonight." I nod, stepping into the living room with her and Edward trails in behind us. Jake is lounging on the couch, eating a piece of the pie from earlier.

"Bells! Hey." He stands up, putting his plate on the coffee table. He steps forward to hug me, and I laugh as he wraps his long arms around me, lifting me up for a bear hug. When he notices Edward standing back a little, he stiffens, setting me back on the floor. "Masen," he says coolly.

"Black," Edward replies, spitting the word out like a curse.

"You're stuff is ready Bells, so we should get going." Jake grabs my bag from the sofa.

"Uh, actually Jake," I say, "Um, I'm going to stay in a room at...Esme's," I say, not wanting to call it Edward's. I could feel the tension between them and didn't want to encourage it.

He drops my bag. "Why? I've got plenty of space."

"Well, Esme offered me a room when I met her earlier. They've got some rooms they let people stay in apparently." I touch his arm. "Come on, I'll walk to your car with you, okay?" When he doesn't move, I reach down and take his hand, tugging him lightly. He relents, letting me take him. Once we're outside, I turn to him. "Are you mad? I didn't think you would be. This way you don't have to share your bed with a stranger."

He shakes his head, not meeting my eyes. "I really didn't mind. It was nice, you know?"

Smiling, I say, "It was nice, but it was also inappropriate. I don't know you and you don't know me. I should have stayed on the couch."

"I won't let you sleep on the couch. Come on, just come back with me." He seems to be almost pleading.

I reach up, touching his shoulder. "I think it would be best if I didn't. Besides, I'm only here for a few more days anyway, right? You're really sweet. I don't want to get more attached." I laugh, trying to lighten the mood a little.

He smiles a little. "Okay, I guess it's fine. Can we get breakfast tomorrow? We can meet at the diner. 9 o'clock?"

"Sounds great Jake. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Alright. 'Night, Bells," he says, much happier. He hugs me tightly again and heads to his car. He honks once as he pulls away. I laugh and wave.

Suddenly, there's a hand on the small of my back and I jump, turning to face Edward. "You scared me!" I breath out.

He chuckles. "Sorry. Betty was heading upstairs to retire for the evening. I've got your bag and a plate of sweets she's forcing on us." He nods down, a plate with a piece of pie and a few kinds of cookies on it. "She said to tell you to come see her if you need to talk."

I smile. "She's really sweet. Should we get going?" I reach to take my bag from his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at me.

"I'll carry it. No worries."

Crossing my arms over my chest, one hip jutting out to the side, I tap my foot. "I'm not an invalid, you know."

"Fine," he says, laughing. "Carry this." He shoves the plate at me. I glare and take it from him, stomping down off the porch. He quickly follows. "Are you mad?" he asks.

"No." I look at him. He's too beautiful to be mad at. "I can carry it, though. It's not that heavy."

"Look, I don't mean any offense. I was just taught that the men should do the carrying. I was just trying to be polite." He smiles that lopsided smile and I smile back.

"Yeah, I guess that's fine. But don't you think that because you carried my bag, I'm letting you anywhere near this piece of pie!"

His eyes narrow. "You're threatening me with the pie? I will, most definitely, be eating that pie."

I grin. "Not if I eat it first." With that, I take off, running towards his house. He's right behind me in a matter of seconds. Laughing as I reach his porch, he grabs me around the waist and I squeal as he easily hoists me over his shoulder. I struggle to hold the plate upright, giggling. "Put me down!"

He carries me up the stairs. "No way. Not until you relinquish the pie."

I squirm, trying to wiggle off his shoulder and his grip around my waist tightens. It's not that I'm not enjoying the view of his ass as he walks up the steps. I'm just worried about getting too turned on. His arms around my waist is sending shocks through me.

We reach the third floor and he drops my bag in front of my door. I expect him to put me down, but he doesn't. Instead, he walks towards the other door, his room.

"Where are we going? Put me down!"

"Are you going to give me the pie?"

"Never!" I laugh as he throws open the door. I can't see anything really, since we're still in the doorway.

"Fine. You can stay up there all night then. I was just going to watch a movie. I've got nothing better to do."

I continue to squirm, trying to get down off of him. "Fine," I say back. "I'll eat it up here then." I peel the plastic back from the plate and before I can pinch a piece of pie off the slice, he's hoisting me back off his shoulder. He sets me on the floor.

"No fair!" He reaches out to grab the plate, and I quickly pull it away. I hold it back with one arm, putting my other hand against his chest to hold him back. He could easily get past me, but lets me hold him there.

"Why don't we share it, then? Since it's obvious neither of us will be giving up any time soon."

He steps back. "Share it? Hm...I suppose that could work. But I have one question."

"Yes?"

"Do you want vanilla or butter-pecan ice cream with it?"

I laugh. The sweet tooth on this guy is adorable. "Vanilla. Definitely."

"Perfect. Okay, make yourself at home. I'll go grab some spoons and ice cream. I'll be right back." He turns and disappears out of the room.

I set the plate down on his desk, which is covered in sheet music. I glance at it, but it's just scribbles on paper to me. I look around. He's got numerous shelves on the walls stacked with books and CDs, plus several CD racks and a full bookcase stuffed to overflowing with walls are covered in posters. The big bed has a dark blue comforter on it and several pillows. It's not made, which makes me smile. There's a few articles of clothing strewn about on the floor. The large TV in this room isn't as impressive as the one in the room I'm staying in, but it's giant, still. I reach down, unlacing my boots and stepping out of them. Grabbing the plate, I settle on the end of his bed, crossing my legs under me.

"Alright," I hear as he steps back into the room. "I've got a pint of vanilla, two spoons, two waters, and some Reece's cups." He drops it all on the bed beside me. "Want to watch a movie with me?" I nod and he steps over, putting a DVD in and turning on the TV. Plopping down beside all the stuff between us, he smiles. "Hope you like 'em scary."

My eyes go wide and I turn to the TV, Texas Chainsaw Massacre pops up on the screen and he hits play. I hate scary movies. I can't help it, but they terrify me. I decide to concentrate on the desserts instead. I turn a little, picking up the plate from Betty.

"Who gets first bite?" I ask, with a spoon poised over the pie.

He chuckles. "Since it's your first time, you go." He watches as I scoop the end of the slice onto a spoon and bring it to my mouth.

It's heavenly. I don't know how else to describe it. The apples, the crust...My eyes close as I savor the flavor, letting it coat the inside of my mouth before swallowing it down. I lick my lips, pulling in a stray crumb and a little of the apple flavor. When my eyes open, I see Edward staring, his mouth open a little. I blush.

"That is positively the best thing I have ever put in my mouth," I say, giggling. I watch him swallow hard and glance away from me.

"Why don't you go ahead and eat it," he says. His voice sounds a little strained. Grabbing the ice cream and a spoon, he scoots back on the bed, resting against the headboard, pulling the blanket over him.

I'm definitely confused. "Seriously? You carried me all the way up here because I wouldn't share and you're just giving it to me?" I couldn't follow this guy. I crawl up beside him, scooping some up on my spoon. "Eat it." I push the spoon towards him. He shakes his head.

"You have it. I can get some next time she makes it."

"Edward. Shut up. Open your mouth. Eat my pie. Be fat and happy." I raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to object.

His eyes are wide, and I can see some emotion floating in them that I can't place. But he opens his mouth and I slip the spoon inside, like I'm feeding a baby. He chews slowly, swallowing it down.

I smirk. Repeating his words from earlier, I say, "I've never had so much trouble getting a guy to open his mouth for me before." Then I wink and settle down beside him, scooping another piece of pie into my mouth. My heart is racing and I know I'm blushing at my brazen comment. I can feel the heat spreading over my face and down my neck. I curse myself for being such an easy blusher.

After a moment of awkward silence, he reaches over with his spoon and grabs a piece of pie. I smile and gladly share it with him. Between bites of pie and spoonfuls of ice cream, I somehow start to pay attention to the movie. Big mistake. The pie gone and the cookies forgotten, I set the plate on his bedside table. Leaning forward, resting my hands on my knees, I stare, terrified at the movie. At one of the scarier parts, my hands fly to my face to cover my eyes and I hear Edward chuckle. I glare at him.

"Oh, this is funny to you?" I playfully slap his arm.

"Come on. This isn't scary. It's just a movie."

I shiver. The room has gotten cold and the creepiness from the movie are getting to me. I scoot back some more, lifting the blanket and sliding my legs under it. Doing so, I brush my leg against Edward's and a jolt of electricity shoots up, landing between my legs.

Oh my God. You're in his bed. Under his blanket. Watching a scary movie. What better opportunity to grab onto him? He's a guy. It's his duty to protect you from scary movies. What if he doesn't want that? You reach over there and get that sexy piece of man meat to wrap his big strong arms around you. You get him to hold you close. You get him to press those sexy lips against yours, to run his hand down your side, grip your hips and force you to straddle him...

I shake my head and shiver again as the thoughts send another jolt between my legs.

"Are you cold?" Edward asks. I glance over and his arm is extended toward me, offering me his side to warm up against.

I bite my lower lip lightly, scooting over as the voice in my head cheers me on. His arm drapes over my shoulders and I immediately heat up, though I don't know that it's from his body heat or my own body heating up with naughty thoughts.

Now you just need to let him know you want him. Lean over him for something, let your breasts brush over his lap. Touch his thigh. Do something!

I breathe deeply a couple times before just settling against him, trying to relax. I force myself to pay attention to the movie again to avoid thinking about the body pressed against mine.

I successfully concentrate on the movie for all of about ten minutes, until I notice the thumb on the hand of the arm wrapped around me start to gently move against my bare shoulder. Suddenly, that thumb is the only thing I can pay attention to. It's light trailing around my shoulder is sending small zaps of electricity all over my body, leaving me tingling.

His hand slides down a little, letting his thumb gently trace over new areas. I swallow and move my arm forward a little, his hand dropping from my arm to my side. He freezes for a minute, and I can feel him glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I simply continue to watch the movie as though nothing is happening, though on the inside, my heart is racing. After a moment, his thumb begins it's delicious torture again.

Sliding over my side lightly, his hand moves up now, ever so slowly. I struggle to keep my breathing even when he reaches the side of my breast. The first gentle stroke of his thumb sends a shiver down my spine that I can't control and my nipples both harden. I close my eyes briefly and hear him inhale sharply through his nose. He slides his thumb up and down a few times before letting his other fingers join, gently caressing the swell of my breast.

I suck my lower lip into my mouth, gently biting it. Tentatively, slowly, I move my hand over, laying it on his thigh. I don't move it, just rest it there, trying to gauge his reaction. His fingers move in a little, getting closer to my nipple and I take this as a sign of encouragement. I very lightly start to trace my fingers over his jean-clad thigh, never moving too high, never moving too low. I can hear his breathing change. Neither one of us is paying attention to the movie anymore, just concentrating on each other. I can't help but feel like I'm in junior high again, trying to round bases without seeming too eager.

The fire between my legs is sparking with each movement of his fingers. I move my hand up a little higher, closer to what I want, what I need. His hand slides in a little more and now his fingers are at my nipple. He lightly takes the hardened nub between his fingers and tweaks it. I can't help the small moan that escapes my lips and I let my hand slide up further, up the length of his hard cock, tightly restrained in his jeans. He moans lightly too.

The door suddenly flies open. "Edward! Have you seen my new CD?"

Our hands quickly leave each other and I slide away from him. The girl who has walked in looks up as Edward growls. "Damnit Alice! I've told you to knock before coming in here!"

She looks at me, then back at him, giggling. "Sorry, Edward. I didn't know you had a girl in here. That's not something we usually have to worry about." She ducks as he throws a pillow at her.

"Get out!"

"But my CD...?"

"OUT!"

She giggles again, and scurries out the door, closing it behind her. He sighs heavily, drooping back against the headboard. I pull the blanket off my legs, sliding towards the edge of the bed.

"I should probably go get some sleep."

He puts his hands over his face and groans, but nods. "I'm sorry about that. That was Alice, my sister."

I laugh lightly, to lighten to mood. "It's okay. Thanks for splitting the pie with me. Have a good night."

With that, I jump off the bed and quickly leave the room. Grabbing my bag from the hallway, I close myself in 'my' room, dropping down on the bed.

I groan. What am I doing? I've known this guy for all of what? 10 hours? And honestly, how old are we? Feeling each other up while watching a scary movie? How cliche! Is he going to mention it to me tomorrow? God, he felt so big under those jeans. No! Do NOT think of him like that! This is bad. And his little sister walking in? Ugh. But what if she hadn't? You'd still have your hand on that big cock. Would he have your nipples between his fingers? In his mouth? Would he be touching your pussy by now?

I grab a pillow and hold it over my face, letting out a frustrated growl. I stand up and quickly strip off my clothes, digging through my bag for my big tshirt and some cotton shorts. Pulling them on, I dive into bed, determined to go to sleep and forget this all happened.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling for several hours before drifting off to sleep.

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