Chapter 3

The private jet was, as I imagined absolutely stunning.

There was a large flat screen attached to one wall near a seating area with stark white chairs surrounding it, and a table in the middle, beside a built in refrigerator. Near the back were a few reclining, comfortable looking chairs, each with its own table and flat screen. Lights lined the ceiling and along the floors, and a few round windows were on the walls beside each sofa chair, and each seat had plush-looking pillows and warm blankets, casually draped over top of them.

As I stood in the doorway, completely flabbergasted and amazed, Alice skipped in beside me and right over to the built in surround sound stereo system, carelessly throwing her jacket over the back of the sofa as she went.

Edward and Alice's husband Jasper, who I had just met but seemed perfect for Alice, piled in behind her.

Jasper walked over to the sofa near the flat screen and started unpacking his laptop equipment from his bag.

I still hadn't moved. This was overwhelming; my first time on a plane and I get to ride in this? I mean, who has enough money for this?

"You alright, Bella?" Edward's voice broke through my haze as he stopped behind me in the entry way to the jet and sat his carry-on bags on the floor.

"Oh, um, no. I mean, yes! I'm just um… feeling a little nauseous." I told him truthfully. And those butterflies in my stomach aren't being helped by you standing so close.

"You're feeling nauseous? Are you okay? Do you need a pill? I think Alice might have one. Do you usually get like this before a flight?" Edward rambled, concerned. I was beginning to love his stuttered sentences, and his worry was so sweet.

"I'm okay, I think. I don't think I need a pill right now, maybe if it gets worse. And, er… I've never flown before." I said uncomfortably. I knew how unusual it was to be nearly 26 years old and not have ever been on an air plane.

We just never traveled during my childhood, except for the 2 years I lived in Phoenix with my mom and Phil and while they flew, it was strongly suggested that I drive my ancient truck there. I also drove it from Forks to San Francisco the entire 15 hours. Of course, I had to sell my truck for the down payment on my apartment, so I walked to work now.

"Really? Never?" Edward asked.

"No, I, um, we just didn't travel much." I confessed he walked in and sat down on the 2 person sofa near a table in the back. He sat down, patting the seat beside him. I tentatively sat down, sitting my knitted purse beside me on the floor.

Sitting beside Edward for even some of this 13 hour flight would be my worst nightmare. Or my best dream. I'm not sure. All I knew was that this would be torture, sitting here and pretending to not want to do dirty, dirty things with him –

"What do you mean, 'we'?" Edward broke in, once again stopping my thoughts. I really need to focus. On something other than his beautiful eyes.

"Oh, my parents I meant. My mom, her husband and I moved to Phoenix freshman year of high school, and I moved back 2 years later to finish up high school with my dad."

"So your parents are divorced? When did that happen? Moved back to where?" Edward rushed out like he was worried he wouldn't have enough time to speak.

I smiled, putting up with his questions. "They divorced when I was 7. We lived in Forks, Washington. That's where I moved back to. What about you? Have you always lived in San Francisco?"

"We grew up in New Jersey, Alice Emmett my parents and I. We lived there until I was 15, and then we moved here. My dad, Carlisle, got a great job offer. He's a doctor, a great man. Very respected. –"

"Attention passengers, we're about to take off on our flight to Paris. I will get you there in about 12 hours and 25 minutes, instead of the usual 12 hours and 52 minutes it would take on a…" The pilot interrupted, stopping Edward and his wonderful voice, and as much as I wanted to hear him speak, I started to get nervous about the flight. My grip on the armrest tightened. We were about to take off. Was this safe? This huge, heavy metal piece of machinery zooming through the air… was it even possible? What if –

"Bella, calm down. Relax."

Edward. Edward was talking to me, that soothing voice. Trying to calm my rapid breathing. My death grip on the seat. Edward with his hand on my back…

"You okay?" He asked. God, his hand was warm. I looked up into his eyes. They were so intense. I bit my lip, watching his nostrils flare as he breathed deeply. Was he getting closer? Leaning. God, he was pretty… what would his lips taste like –

"Hey, Bella!" Alice called as she came running over, completely ruining whatever had just happened or been about to happen. "I have to show you what this bitch Victoria Rivers is saying about my upcoming winter line." I took a deep breath, looking back at Edward. He was staring out the window casually, seemingly unaffected by what had just happened. Or not happened. Had that really happened? Oh man.

"Who's Victoria Rivers?" I asked Alice.

She stared at me. Unblinking. Edward turned to look at me. They both looked stunned.

"Bella…Are you serious?"

"Er…" I was. I had no idea who she was. But suddenly I felt dumb admitting to that fact.

"Bella, she's like the most well-known super model and actress in the world right now. She'd been in like every movie recently. You've never heard of her? She's on every magazine too."

"No…Sorry? I mean, I don't really watch movies or read magazines."

"Well… alright, I guess. That's so weird though. Anyway, scoot over, I need you to read this fashion magazine article where she completely criticized my new line! I bet she's still mad about that time I took Rose with me to that movie premier, and Victoria was a little threatened that her husband James Rivers seemed more interested in Rose's tits than her own. What a total jerk, where does she get off telling the magazine that bull about my line when…"

I zoned out, looking over at Edward again while Alice rambled about this supermodel. He was staring right at me, and we locked eyes. I couldn't look away, I swallowed thickly.

What has happening to me?

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I was warm. Incredibly warm all over, heat radiating throughout my body. I couldn't tell why, but i felt like my nerves were buzzing, on fire. I tried shifting, and realized that something was holding me down. Slowly I opened my eyes. Edward. He was wrapped around me, one of his arms around my shoulders, the other in my lap resting on top of my hand. My head was on his shoulder, and I had obviously snuggled into his side. He didn't seem to mind now, in his sleep, but I had a feeling he would if he woke up now.

Just as I was about to move, to sit up and check the time, he sighed, shifting in his sleep and resting his head on top of my head. He took a deep breath, almost like he was inhaling a sweet smell, and then relaxed.

I couldn't move now, could i? He was so comfortable. And, well, so was i. Maybe a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anything…

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Click.

Click, Flash.

What was that?

Flash. A grunt, and my pillow underneath me was moving.

I slowly opened my eyes, and was met by a bright flash. Disoriented, I looked around.

Edward. I was in his lap. Oh my God, how had that happened? The arm rest between us had been moved up and I was sprawled across his chest, his arms had been around me and one of my legs over top of his knees. We looked at each other, horrified. Well, I was more horrified at being caught, because as we looked at each other another flash went off, and I realized that Alice had a camera, and Jasper was sitting behind her, laughing as she snapped pictures of us.

Suddenly, my seat was gone and I was falling to the floor. Edward had jumped up and I had tumbled down, and Jasper started laughing harder.

"Oh my God, Bella, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Edward yelped, grabbing my hand, pulling me up and trying to dust me off.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Calm down."

"Damn, Edward. You know, if I woke up to a beautiful woman on my lap, the last thing I'd be doing is throwing her to the floor. Unless of course, I followed her down there." Jasper said suggestively.

Edward and I both blushed about 5 shades of red each and he hissed to Jasper something about hanging out with Emmett too often.

Alice cut in, sensing that we had reached our embarrassment limit for the day. "Alright guys, everyone relax. Edward, Bella, we have about 3 hours left until we land. We thought it was time to wake you two up, since you pretty much slept the entire flight. And Jasper, did I hear you correctly? You wouldn't throw a girl off your lap if she was on it when you woke up? You better be throwing her off your lap if she's not me."

As Alice joked around with Jasper, Edward and I stood awkwardly beside each other, not knowing what to do or say to each other. He was entirely too perfect for me, and entirely everything I wanted in a man, but what did that matter. I was little Bella Swan. This was Edward Cullen, the man who made my nerves buzz and my heart pound. He was easy to talk to, absolutely gorgeous, and I felt like I would do anything he said as long as he said it in that amazing, velvet-like voice of his.

This was worse than I thought. I didn't have just some silly, juvenile crush on Edward Cullen.

I think I was actually falling for him. Falling hard.

AN: Hi guys! Sorry, I know I said this would be out sooner, but at least it was only a week. This isn't that long, right? You'll live:) So I have 2 questions for y'all. One, what would you guys like to see happen, such as suggestions, points of views and whatnots. Whatever you want, I just want to know. Because I'm totally making this up as I go along, just so you know. And two, I don't have a Beta…not really sure if I want one because I like to get my stories out the second I finish typing them, but if anyone wants to step up…let me know!

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