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BPOV

I was a nervous wreck walking into Calculus Monday morning. Edward was already in his seat looking as gorgeous as ever. I had spent the weekend obsessing over what Monday was going to bring. There was no denying what I felt in my heart but I was still hesitant to come right out and think that Edward felt the same way. I knew what I wanted, and that was Edward, but wanting and getting are two different things.

Trying to act as normal as possible I slid into my seat. Edward was watching me, a sparkle in those beautiful brown eyes.

"Morning Bella." He ran his hand through his tousled hair and smiled at me. There were those dimples again.

"Hi…umm…Good Morning." I was already sounding like an idiot; his voice was sending little tingling sensations up and down my arms. I hastily grabbed my pencil out of my backpack, avoiding Edwards's eyes.

He didn't seem to notice.

"You look beautiful." He placed his chin in his hand and turned to look at me his eyes sincere.

My breath hitched, my head snapped in his direction. No one had ever called me beautiful before, much less someone as amazing as Edward. I didn't know what to say.

"Thank you?" my answer came out sounding more like a question.

I shook my head an apologetic smile on my face. My mind was racing a million miles a minute.

"I'm sorry," I said trying to collect my thoughts, "thank you, you are so sweet…"

Edward leaned towards me his eyes searching mine.

"Todos los dias cierro mis ojos y te imagino junto a mi."

My heart began beating frantically, I was instantly captivated, whatever he had just said made me want to climb out of my chair and onto his lap. My hands itched to stroke his strong jaw line, to grasp the hair behind his head and crush his mouth to mine. I was gripping my pencil so hard it snapped in half at his comment.

Edward's eyes widened in amusement at the broken pencil in my hand and he chuckled softly.

"Wanna borrow a pencil?" he held out his pencil to me, I could see he was trying not to laugh.

I blushed furiously looking down at my binder shaking my head.

Mr. Banner began talking, his voice commanding us all to attention.

"Wait for me after practice?" Edward's eyes were still on me, his question sounding more like a request.

Holding my breath, I turned to look at him, he was smiling. There was no way I could turn down those dimples. I nodded.

"Okay." I returned his smile with my own shaky one, hoping I didn't look like a complete dork. His smile brightened and he ran those magnificent hands through his hair once more.

The rest of the day flew by in an ardent daze. Throughout the day, my emotions ran from high to low within seconds of each other.

I found myself stealing glances at Edward during my classes wondering with incredulity why he was interested in me and fear too, that this was all a dream and I would wake up any instant now back to reality. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me, and he would smile or wink at me making me flustered all over again. Edward was a picture of perfection and I was betting he had plenty of girlfriends before; the thought of anyone kissing those flawless chiseled lips drove me wild with unwarranted jealousy.

This was all so new to me, and I wished with a passion that Alice were still here to give me advice. She had left last night and I never did get a chance to tell her about Edward and how I felt about him. I was regretting that now.

It wasn't like I had gobs of experience with guys. I had only dated a few times, mostly because of Alice's insistence, and all of those dates led to nowhere. Most of us had grown up together and have been classmates since Kindergarten so the boys all felt like brothers to me. Of course being Coach Swan's daughter did not help at all either, almost every guy in school had witnessed at least one of my Dad's angry charades at one time or another and there was no way they wanted to be the recipient of his wrath by dating his daughter.

In fact, I couldn't ever remember ever feeling this way about anyone before, and I struggled enormously trying to sort it all out in my head.

I was mentally exhausted by the end of the day, a complete basket case by the time football practice was over. I sat anxiously on the player's benches waiting for Edward to return from the boys locker room. What if he had forgotten he asked me to wait for him? What if just wanted to ask me some inane question about Calculus? A million jumbled questions floated through my head.

I saw him walk out with Jasper and Ricky just then, the three of them were laughing and exchanging some silly cool guy handshake.

My fingers picked at my jeans, I was suddenly apprehensive, my eyes shot around me nervously wishing for something to hide behind.

Edward scanned the field quickly and walked away from the guys. He called out to them that he would see them tomorrow. He headed my way with that adorable crooked smile on his face. My heart fluttered wildly.

"Bella," he sat down beside me, his shoulder touching mine. His hair was still wet from his shower and I could see little drops of water glistening with the sunlight. "I'm glad you waited."

I smiled timidly, my cheeks red, wishing just for once I could be more like Jessica Stanely and less like Bella Swan, why couldn't I just throw my arms around him like she did, just tell him exactly what I felt?

"I wanted to give you this." He held out his hand to me. I looked curiously at the smooth white stone sitting in the palm of his hand. Picking it up I realized it was in the shape of a football. It was a beautiful Penn State marble-like stone football. The Penn State logo and small football laces on it were formed with exquisite cultured stones. It shone brightly in the sun with a pearlescent finish.

I gasped as he placed it in my hand.

"It's beautiful! Thank you!"

"I saw it and thought of you." Edward nudged his shoulder into mine, his head was tilted down, his nose almost touching my shoulder, his eyes looking up at me through those long eyelashes, he was smiling.

I couldn't hold it in any longer I threw my arms around him pulling him close to me.

EPOV

When I walked out of the boys locker room after practice I was nervous as all hell. We had just gotten out of the showers and I don't even know what the hell Whitlock and Holden were laughing about as they snorted and snickered over some idiotic joke. I laughed along with them, feigning humor, as we extended our hands forward punching each others fists.

I started scanning the field with apprehension, it looked completely empty. What if Bella wasn't here, what if she didn't want to meet me after all, what if I had just been dreaming in Calculus when I thought I saw her eyes hold a hint of sparkle as she fumbled through her apology to me when I called her beautiful.

I saw her then, a lone figure, sitting on the team bench her hands resting on her knees. My heart soared, she was waiting for me.

I dismissed myself from the guys with a quick bye and headed over to Bella. I had completely given in to my desire to capture this beautiful creature and had even resorted to speaking Spanish to her. My Mom, Esme had always told me that a woman could never resist when a man spoke a foreign language to her, and from judging by the way Bella's eyes got all wide and flustered making her snap her pencil in half, I completely believed her. Who knew it would work so damn well.

My hand closed around the heavy marble football in my pocket. I had seen it days ago sitting under a glass box at a cosignment shop my Mom loved to frequent. The minute I laid eyes on it I thought of Reina telling me where she would go to college one day and how proud I felt of her, I purchased it in an instant.

I had planned on giving it to her on Homecoming night but the moment never felt right, so it had stayed in my pocket the entire night. I was actually grateful for that this morning when it gave me an excuse to ask her to wait for me after practice.

I made my way over to her hoping she couldn't see how jittery I was feeling. I knew I had that big goofy grin on my face again, feeling like a bumbling idiot, I sat down next to her deliberately letting our shoulders touch.

"Bella, I'm glad you waited." I watched her face carefully, she looked like she was struggling to say something but gave me a shy smile instead. I nervously fingered the football in my pocket; I wasn't sure what else to say so I pulled my hand out and extended it to her.

"I wanted to give you this." What I didn't tell her was, that the second I had seen it, all I could think about was her deep black eyes, her soft flowing hair, those perfect rose lips, or how every time I looked at her my heart would throb desperately in my chest.

She looked at it questionably, and then upon realizing what it was, she gasped.

"Thank you! It's beautiful!"

Her delight bubbled over making her bounce a little in her seat.

Feeling embarrassed and a little elated at her response I nearly placed my forehead against her shoulder. I didn't want her to see the color I felt rising to my face. I was trying to hide a bit.

"I saw it and thought of you." Without moving my head I let my eyes look up into hers, what I saw made my heart pound rapidly; she had the most piercing look in her eyes. They were filled with bold determination and something else, I wasn't quite sure.

Suddenly her arms were wrapped around me pulling me to her chest.

You know in those books, those mushy books girls love to read, where you see rainbows and stars and all that shit when your with that perfect person, yeah well I saw all sorts of rainbows and shit right at that moment.

My senses went into overdrive and I slid my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me. Bella had nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck; her breaths making little tingling jolts run up and down my spine as I breathed in her delicious scent. My hormones took over when I felt her arms tighten around my shoulders; I turned my head into her cheek and started trailing small butterfly kisses along her jawbone. I let my lips brush over her smooth creamy skin caressing down her neck and up behind her ear.

She shivered slightly and let out a small sigh, I continued a slow tantalizing pace to her collarbone and then up again to her cheek, this time I didn't stop, I kept moving until my lips finally met hers.

With as much control as I could muster I brushed across her lower lip with mine, slowly back and forth finally feeling the sweet softness of her mouth. I slid one hand up her arm, then her shoulder until it reached her face. With the backs of my fingers I traced the outline of her eyebrow down to the curve of her cheekbone. I opened my mouth slightly allowing the tip my tongue to reach out and gently lick the length of her bottom lip, her lips parted and she let out a small whimper.

Slowly I grasped her bottom lip between mine sucking softly, losing myself in her sweetness. When she took my top lip between hers I couldn't hold it in any longer, with a low groan I brought my hand up behind her head pulling her mouth to mine. I dragged my tongue across her bottom lip, she didn't hesitate but moaned softly, and darted her tongue out to meet mine.

I pressed closer to her, letting my tongue explore the inside of her heavenly mouth, her breathing quickened, I felt her fisting her hand into my hair urgently. Her tongue met mine once again, this time more forceful, more insistent, it massaged mine eliciting another half groan, half growl from my throat.

"Edward," she panted her lips still pressed against mine, "we should stop."

I knew she was right, I was already aware of the painful bulge in my jeans aching to be free from its confines, but I still didn't want to let her go.

I pulled back slowly giving her small tender kisses along her lips and finally leaned my forehead on hers.

We both opened our eyes the intimacy of our embrace still intact. When my breathing placated and my hormones were in check I allowed myself to pull back from her. I took her hand in mine tracing small lazy circles in the palm her hand with my finger,

"Miss Isabella." I brought her hand up to my mouth, placing a kiss on her palm, "would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?" I brought the back of her hand up to my cheek and nuzzled against it.

Bella chuckled softly hers eyes meeting mine still shining with desire. She nodded once, her eyes traveling down to my mouth and back up to my eyes. She slowly licked her bottom lip watching me almost expectantly. I leaned my face into hers once more feeling her sigh into my lips for the last time that afternoon.

Who remembers their first kiss? How sweet was it? :) Anyone want to review today?