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Crashes, Coffee, and Cullen

BPOV

I woke, much to my dismay, to a crashing sound coming from outside my room. I tiptoed across my room and opened my door to see a disheveled Alice on the floor. She got up on all fours and shook from the fall and then decided to try and get up once more. I looked back at the clock, telling me it was early morning. I went out of my warm, safe bedroom and went to help her.

"Hey there, pretty lady!" I sang out. She jumped in my voice and then clutched her chest as she tried to not scream.

"Bella, you scared the living day lights out of me!" Alice exclaimed.

"Sorry, what are you doing home so early?"

"Jasper and I had a little argument, I needed to get out of there, and so I came home. I didn't wake you, did I?"

"Just the crash of your body plummeting to the floor," I answered sarcastically. "What happened with Jazz?"

"Erm…nothing." Just forget I said anything."

"You can always tell me, Al. I won't judge you."

"It's nothing like that, it's just, Jasper had some expectations that I didn't agree to."

"Sexual expectations?" I asked curiously. I didn't think Jasper was a creep who made Alice uncomfortable, but people could surprise you.

"Oh, God, no. He had some expectations of...you." Alice trailed off.

"Me?" I asked confused.

"Yea, he thinks that you should be friendlier to Mike."

"You disagreed with that?" That wasn't Alice. She was usually all for my and Mike's relationship, something that did not exist. Well, did not exist for me anyways.

"Bella, I think Mike could be good for you, take care of you, make your future secure. You can't help who you fall in love with and I would never try and make you be with someone where the feelings weren't there. Jasper doesn't exactly share my view."

"I get it. He wants me to be nicer to Mike for his job."

"Jasper loves you; he'd never try to hurt you. He just doesn't want any trouble. You know how he is."

"Yes, I do. I know that he would never to anything to make me uncomfortable, but I see his side too."

"Want to explain it to me?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.

"If Mike doesn't get his way, Jasper will pay. More importantly, you could pay for him. Jasper is trying to protect all of us. I guess I didn't see that before."

"Oh," was all Alice spoke.

"I'm going to be nicer to Mike. He is a…"I squirmed internally at the next phrase I used, "a charming guy." I could have thrown up at the statement. I shifted my weight and turned my head so Alice couldn't see the grimace on it.

"Really? Oh Bella, that'd be wonderful! I have to go call Jazz!" Alice was back to her pixie-like hyperactivity.

"Since when do you two fight?" I asked smiling. She turned around as she was walking to her bedroom.

"Since he has issues with my best friend," she stated matter-of-factly. I smiled at the loyalty of my friend and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. I heard another crash coming from Rosalie's room and then some giggles. A couple minutes later, a disheveled Emmett was walking out of Rose's room, wearing wrinkled clothes and a smug grin. Rose came trailing behind him wearing only a sheet.

"Morning, you two," I giggled from my stance. I got the newspaper from outside of our door and started reading the Sunday Comics. It was a guilty pleasure of mine and I loved reading Peanuts, Blondie, and the Family Circus.

"Morning Smelly Belly," Emmett chuckled.

"Morning," Rose sang out. Emmett walked to the door and Rose was behind him. I couldn't help but stare as Emmett wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a passionate embrace. His lips crashed into hers and she melted into his embrace. She pulled back from him and smiled and he was on his way. She shut the door and sighed and then headed back to her room. "I'm going to go catch up on some sleep," she winked at me so I caught her meaning. "I'll see you when I get up."

"I'm going to head to the studio and work," I said while taking a sip of coffee. Rose nodded and yawned as she shut her door as I finished reading Dilbert.

When my coffee was finished and a stupid grin was on my face from Beetle Bailey, I headed to my room and got dressed. I put on pink tights, a black leotard, leg warmers and a sweater. I started on my hair, twirling and twisting it into a bun. I sprayed it down with hairspray and bobby-pinned it into place. I grabbed my bag off of the floor and made my way to the studio. I took the stairs, hoping it would help my legs get warmed up, and started the walk to Julliard.

There were no classes on Sundays, but we were encouraged to practice as much as we could. There was an open studio, no teachers used it anymore, and it was hardly ever used. I had never come across anyone in it and for the most part, besides the time I used it, it was vacant.

It was a chilly October day and the sun was shining. The month was ending and November would start in a few days. The leaves were a golden brown, forest green, and a bright orange, all lowered on the ground leaving the trees bare. I found myself thinking about Alice and my conversation earlier. I needed to start being nicer to Mike, not just for my sake, but for my friends' sakes. If Mike wasn't pleased with me, he might try and hurt the people I love. I bit my lip in annoyance at the man, but still, I needed to put in an effort. Next time I saw him, I'd be pleasant, or some-what.

The studio was empty as usual and I headed to the furnace to get the place warm. I was practically wearing nothing and I desperately needed some warmth. After the furnace roared to life, I put on my shoes, wincing while taking off the old bandaging to put on new ones. My feet were white as snow but with bloody red marks at the toes. I rubbed the sore spots and then tied my ballet shoes around my ankles. I stood and started to bend and rotate my feet around, getting them used to the pressure and feeling of the shoes. I headed over to the music station, plugged my IPOD in, and started to stretch my legs and then started to proceed at the bar. The music was "Adagio in G minor" by Societas Musica Chambers Orchestra. The song was sad but slow. I warmed-up, doing rhythmic plies and tendus. I stretched my calves and toes as far as they would allow, feeling good from the pain my calves and toes were giving off. I always loved when my body would ache in protest, I felt like I was doing something wrong. No pain, no gain was my motto. I turned to the other side of the bar and methodically repeated my actions. I let my hand gracefully drape over the bar and my body to become frozen, allowing my body to move slowly and perfectly. I walked to the middle of the floor, taking in my graceful body as I went. The song was now "Nessun Doma!" by Luciano Pavarotti. I danced to the musical, allowing the rhythm and melody to take hold of my body and sweep me off my feet. I let the music into my soul and allow me to fall away from reality, into my own world where only one thing existed: dancing. I pointed my toes as far as I could, I straightened my body as much as I could, and I gracefully brushed my arms into first position, growing into second, then third, and so on. I let dancing express my emotions and soon I was twirling and spinning, thrusting my anger out of my body and onto the floor. I washed myself with these emotions as I lifted leg behind me and bent forward. My breathing was shallow and my body was tense. I did a couple more pirouettes and let my center go so I could twirl more forcefully. I let the fast movement create butterflies in my stomach, and jostle my thoughts. The world became clouded and it was just me and my feet. I ended with a curtsy and stayed close to the floor. I controlled my breathing and came back to reality.

I stayed at the studio for a few more hours, practicing leaps, jumps, and extension of my legs. The music hummed beside me and gave me energy to push myself farther.

When I was suddenly weak with my strength being exerted on the energy I put out dancing, I sat on the floor, stretching my legs out more. I was pushing myself, I kept pushing my body. I always figured that was why I had loved dancing; because I could always push on it and it had not let me down. Now, trust me, I loved dancing for the simple reason because it was enjoyable and beautiful. But deep down, dancing had been my only way to get out of all the chaos and hectic lives of those around me. I needed a break from life, and dancing presented a world outside of anything I ever knew.

I stood back up and walked to the bar. I went on pointe and balanced there for a couple minutes. I looked at myself in the mirror that was covering the entire wall of the studio, and adjusted myself to some-what perfection. I let myself gracefully down and walked back to the middle of the floor. I carefully removed my shoes and bandages, surveying the damage. I had new gashes, and my old ones were blazing with pain. I blew on them, which only increased the pain. I brought out the disinfectant spray and began to ignite the slow fire. It roared with intensity and I clenched my jaw.

I put my clothes back on and stopped the music. I stopped the furnace and started out the door. I took one last look around the studio, enjoying what the space had given me.

I headed down the hallway and stepped into the cold, New York air. I breathed deeply, hoping to come down from the high I was on from dancing. I began the walk home, letting my thoughts wander on dreams of mine. A recital at Madison Square Gardens, all eyes on me as I float on stage, people clapping as fast as my heart races. Getting accepted into a company and going on to dance for packed-house. Traveling the world, dancing at the most beautiful places, dancing for crowds of people, dancing for me, and letting the World see my talent. I frowned that I had no one beside me to encourage and share the excitement from my achievements and dreams coming true. But I figured it was a trade-off. I get to fill this dream in exchange for another.

"Isabella?" I turned quickly to the sound of my name. There sat Mike outside at a table with a cup of coffee. I looked up to see that I was beside a local coffee shop and only a block away from my house. I saw Mike smiling boastfully and turning to look next to him. My eyes followed his and were met by dangerously green orbs. My breathing became shallow again.

"Hello," I answered quietly.

"Won't you join us?" Mike asked. He sounded like a kid in a candy store, giddy with excitement and his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"I don't want to intrude." Yes I do. "I was on my way home from the studio." But I want to stay. Mike was the last thing on my mind; it was the man sitting next to me who I wanted to see again. His note crawled back into my mind and I felt my heart begin to beat a little faster at the incredible emeralds shining at me.

"Nonsense," Mike began. "You are allowed to join us anytime, you are my Isabella." I remembered my new rule about being nice to Mike and smiled weakly at him. I grabbed a chair and sat in front of the two.

"You remember Edward Cullen?" Mike asked annoyed. Probably because this could be seen as a date, and by the look on his face, I was exuberant that Edward was here.

"Yes, he managed to complete the task that you could not," I teased.

"Ah. Isabella, you must know that I apologize. Surely Cullen gave you my flowers, candy, and card, did he not?" Mike glanced over at Edward who had not said a word yet, but was gazing at me intently.

"Yes, I got your gifts. I was most pleased with your card," I replied, looking at Edward to see if he got my hint. His eyes glimmered with interest and I knew he had received the silent thank-you.

"My card?" I turned my eyes back to Mike. "Oh yes, my card, remind me what I said on it." It was obvious that Mike had someone else write the card for him. I frowned in disappointment.

"To my Isabella," I reminded him. He nodded in acknowledgement.

"Oh yes, I remember now," Mike stated sheepishly.

"So what brings you boys down here?"

"Just getting some lunch, then heading back to the office; Cullen has kept things fairly easy for me in the past few days, only had a few incidents and problems I had to handle."

"Well, congratulations," I offered. Edward smiled back at me.

"Thank you," Edward answered, his musical voice ringing into the air.

"You're welcome." Mike's phone began to go off and Mike took it out of his blazer and answered it.

"Yea?" He said gruffly. "Just a minute," He put his hand over the phone and turned to me. "Excuse me, Isabella, I must take this call." I nodded and Mike got up and started walking away, whispering threats into the phone. I turned back to Edward who was still staring at me intently.

"What?" I asked. That broke him out of his trance.

"Nothing, but can I ask you something?" I nodded and he proceeded. "Why are you being so nice to Newton? I thought you hated his guts."

"I do," I responded matter-of-factly.

"But….?"

"Everyone has to play their part," I sighed.

"Jasper spoke with you." His sentence was accusing, more of a statement. I was thrown off at his words and I gazed at him curiously.

"Excuse me?"

"Jasper's words got to you," he said quietly. He took another sip of his coffee and placed it down. A waiter brought me one and I started to put cream and sugar into it.

"How do you know about that?"

"I know my best friend. He was worried, but I didn't think you'd let it affect you."

"I wouldn't, if the ramifications for my actions didn't hurt those around me," I replied quietly.

"You're scared?" Edward asked incredulously.

"Scared for my friends."

"But not you?"

"No, not me."

"Why is that?"

"Because I can handle myself," I retorted. He was asking too many questions, and the answers I gave him could get me in trouble.

"I don't think you can," Edward replied. My eyes shot to his and glared at him.

"And why is that?"

"Because…you don't know what Mike is capable of."

"I think I do, I've seen what he has done, and I know ways to get out of it." Edward cringed at my suggestion. I could play Mike if I wanted to, just by wearing something short and flattering, or breathing into his ear in a husky voice, I could have Mike wrapped around my finger. And that was something I did not want. Why? Because Mike wanted one thing from me, and one thing only, and that was my body.

Something I would never give him.

"Would you ever…do something like that?" Edward asked looking down.

"What makes you think that I don't know you are going to tell Mike all of this?" Edward paused for a moment and then peered into my eyes with the same burning intensity he had before.

"I would never betray your trust," he answered. I didn't realize that his face was so close to mine. We were leaning over the table and our noses almost touching. My breathing hitched at the wonderful scent of him. My mouth watered and my eyes looked down his perfect features; his straight nose, his glorious eyes, his beautiful lips, and his strong jaw. Edward glanced down at my lips and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to stop if I let him try and kiss me again. I had beaten myself up, over and over again, at the thought of pulling away from his touch. I bit my lip in anticipation, to make it stop quivering. I could feel his cool, fresh breath on me and my knees started shaking. Just a little bit further, I thought as my face crept forward.

It was Edward's turn to pull away as he saw from the corner of his eye, Mike approaching. As Mike came closer I sat back in my seat and Edward did the same. Edward cleared his throat as Mike sat down.

"I'm truly sorry about that, Isabella. But I have to pay the bills somehow," he winked at me. I gave a small smile and then glued my eyes to the coffee cup, not daring to look at Edward.

"Its fine, I should be going," I answered quickly getting up. Edward stood, being a perfect gentleman, and Mike followed him, trying to look suave. I started shifting through the crowds of tables and hurrying down the sidewalk.

When I was a couple yards away from the coffee shop, I started shaking my head in annoyance at how I let Edward Cullen affect me. It needed to stop. I couldn't get involved with him.

"Bella?" I heard a voice next to me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I jumped as I looked over to see who it was. Of course, it was Edward.

"Did I forget something?" I asked confused.

"No, Mike wanted me to make sure you got home safely." He shifted his stance awkwardly. Of course Mike wanted him to; it wasn't Edward who wanted to make sure I was alright.

"I don't want to be a burden, besides my apartment is just a block more. I'll be fine," I mumbled. I started walking again and tried to walk as fast as I could.

"It's not a burden, it's my job," Edward said sternly. I whipped around and faced him. I did not like how he got such responses from me, but every time we spoke, emotions flooded through my veins, shaking my body.

"I'm no one's job, Cullen," I snapped.

"You know I didn't mean it like that," Edward responded.

"What's your issue?" I asked annoyed. I was sick of these games.

"I have no issues," he started grinning his stupid crooked-smile. He was enjoying getting a rise out of me. I instantly changed my demeanor into a calm one. I knew that he was playing hardball, and I would compete with him.

"Thank you for the walk, but I don't want your service," I smiled at him. His eyebrows scrunched together at my change of voice at the word "want". I smiled at the way I affected him just as much as he affected me.

"Well…Mike wanted me to invite you to the party at his house tonight…" He trailed off. He was upset that I showed no interest in him anymore. But oh, was he wrong. I so desperately wanted to have him close to my body, whispering sweet things into my ear, to have his flesh on mine.

"Do I know anyone who is going?" I only wanted to know one thing: if he was going or not.

"Emmett, Jasper, Rose, and Alice will be there," he replied monotone.

"Anyone else?" I asked uninterested.

"Well, I'm going," he finished with a smug smile. He caught onto my game and was thrilled that I was interested in him.

"Oh, well as long as we keep a distance, I'll go," I teased.

"Yea, you just try and stay away from me," Edward joked. He turned on his heel and started walking back to the coffee shop. There was so much to be done that I started to run back to the apartment. I ran up the flights of stairs, not bothering with waiting for the elevator. I couldn't control my excitement, and I bounded into the apartment.

I burst in and saw that Alice and Rose were laying out clothes on the couch to see which one they liked better. I instantly thought about not letting them see my excitement, they would no something is up, and the less they know, the better. Alice had her hair and make up done, as well as Rose. Alice had her normal 'do, while Rose had her hair half up and curled in spirals.

"Whatcha guys doing?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Picking out things to wear to Mike's party," Alice sang out. She was lifting a blue dress off of the couch and eyeing it.

"Didn't you two just go to Mike's party?" I asked, trying to sound uninterested. I plopped down on the window seat and looked at them.

"You mean, didn't we just go to Mike's party?" Rose snickered. I looked at her confused and then I understood.

"Oh no, no way," I answered shaking my head. Acting like I didn't want to go.

"Yes, yes way," Rose replied smiling. I knew I couldn't just give in; I had to keep playing my part.

"Oh come on, Bella!" Alice pleaded. "Mike will be so happy that you came!" Her words struck a thought about me. If I went, Mike would be all over me and I wouldn't get a chance to be alone with Edward. And if I stayed home, then that might strike some anger in Edward, give him a taste of his own medicine. I was starting to lean toward staying home.

"No thanks," I responded.

"Did something happen last night between you two? We never got to talk about it," Alice spoke at me.

"Mike never showed," I replied coolly.

"What?!" Rose exclaimed. "The lucky bastard stood you up?"

"No, he sent a messenger with some flowers and a card."

"What did the card say?" Alice asked. I was close to giggling at the back side of the card, but opted that, for her safety, that I just tell her what Mike had put down.

"To my Isabella," I answered. Rose twitched in annoyance and Alice scrunched her eyebrows together.

"That's it?" Rose asked irritated.

"That's it," I sighed. I started getting up and walking to my bedroom.

"Not a 'Love, Mike" or a 'I want your hot piece of ass'?"

"No," I cringed. If Mike had put that down, I would surely have thrown up in disgust. If Edward had said that, on the other hand…

"Don't let him get to you," Alice chimed in. I turned to her at her words.

"I'm not going because Mike didn't show last night, in fact, I ran into him at the coffee house, we had a cup and then I came home. I'm not going because I'm tired and we have to be up early tomorrow for dance," I replied, trying to not break my voice.

"Oh," was all Alice said. "Well we're going to go over to Jasper's for drinks" She stripped off her clothes in the family room and placed the blue dress she'd been eyeing on over her tiny frame. The dress was gorgeous and perfect for Alice. Rosalie had a silky, red dress on that was very similar to the one I wore the other night. Alice grabbed her clutch and threw the clothes they had been going through back into her room on the floor. I laughed at her "cleaning up" and walked to hold the door open for them.

"Have fun!"

"Oh, I will," Rose said winking. I laughed again and closed the door behind them. I looked around at the messy apartment and decided to clean the place up. I started by putting all the clothes Alice threw in her room, on hangers and back into Rose and Alice's closets. I had a pretty good idea of which article belonged to who.

After hanging up the clothes, I was on to vacuuming and scrubbing the floors. It took me about an hour to do those two things. I then started the dishes, scrubbing the plates that Edward and I used last night, along with the wine glasses, and the dishes Alice and Rosalie used during the period of time.

I scrubbed the counters and dusted all the wood-works in the house. I threw the newspaper into the recycling bin and started lighting candles around the house, hoping to get the smell of ballet shoes, new clothes, makeup, and dust out of the air. It was getting dark outside now, and I knew everyone was at the party, dancing and having drinks. Alice probably told Mike that I wasn't feeling well, and Rose and Emmett were probably groping each other in the corner. I laughed at the scene in my head. I looked outside once more and saw clouds that had begun to form and that it would start pouring any minute.

My stomach growled and I realized I had had nothing to eat except cups of coffee. I went to the fridge and opened it up to see what I had to eat. We had some vegetables, tortillas, and left over chicken. I looked in the cupboard and found some enchilada sauce. I decided to make chicken fajitas. I pulled out all my ingredients and put a pan on the stove, put some oil in it and waited for it to start to sizzle.

While I waited I headed to my room and began to change. My thoughts went back to the party. Alice and Jasper were probably whispering into each others ear, Mike was probably slobbering all over some waitress, and Rose and Emmett must have moved their rendezvous to a more secluded spot. My thoughts turned to Edward who was probably sipping champagne with the guests, possibly getting hit on by a good-looking girl, and deciding whether to take her back to his place. I pulled on a camisole and some shorts, the apartment was warm and I thought I would curl up with a movie or book. The weather outside was lightening and thundering, the inside of the apartment was completely dark except for the various candles I had lit around the house and the light above the stove on.

I went back to my pan and started to chop the various vegetables up. As I was chopping, lightening struck, making me jump. I ended up cutting myself and swore at the pain. My stomach churned at the smell that hit my nose from my blood. I ran to the sink and washed my cut off, trying not to breathe through my nose. When the blood stop flowing from my cut, I returned to my vegetables and dumped them into the pan, making the oil sizzle and bubble. I took the enchilada sauce and dumped it on the vegetables, stirring the concoction. When the vegetables were glazed and the aroma coming off them was mouthwatering, I put a few tortillas in the microwave to heat them up, and then I heard a knock come from the door. I figured it was Alice and Rose, not wanting to get their keys. I wondered why they were home so early, maybe because of the storm. I opened the door and saw my Adonis standing there.

His hard was dripping from the rain, and the water ran smoothly down his face. He had his hands on the doorframe and was leaning against them. He was panting heavily and his eyes were full of need, something that made my heart jump and my stomach plummet.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I thought he'd be a tiny upset that I didn't go to the party, but not actually come over here.

"You look fine," he said confused.

"Gee, thanks. You could at least use a better word, like 'beautiful' or 'pretty'," I joked.

"No, that's now what I meant," Edward whispered. "I can never get my words right around you," he scolded himself. He pushed past me and came in. "Alice said you were sick, and—"

"And Mike had you come over to make sure that I was okay," I finished his sentence. I was past hoping that Edward would come over and check on me because he cared. He was about to say something but closed his mouth and eyed me up and down. "Well, I'm fine," I sighed. "You should get back to the party."

"In this storm? I don't think so," he said smugly. He took off his coat and revealed he was wearing a black button-up shirt with black slacks. He was a vision in black. I closed my mouth and tried to look anywhere else than him. He seemed to notice I was avoiding his gaze. "It's okay, you can take a look." I scoffed at his cockiness.

"Don't pretend you weren't checking me out," he kept his smug grin on his face.

"And don't pretend that you weren't imagining me naked when you eyed me up and down," I teased. Two could play that game.

"I won't." His words shocked the hell out of me, but I went along with it. I realized I needed to get back to my vegetables. I turned from Edward and headed into the kitchen.

"Mmm. What smells so good?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"Fajitas," I answered while putting the chopped up chicken in the delicious sauce. Edward came up behind me, put his face next to my ear.

"Smells delicious," he whispered, causing me to shiver and bi my lip in excitement. He chuckled and placed his hands on my arms and took another smell. "As do you." I blushed at his statement and kept stirring.

When the vegetables and chicken were done, I placed my wood spoon in them to taste. I lifted the spoon in my hand to my face, blew on it, and tasted it. It was perfection. I licked my lips in anticipation to eat.

"Let me try," Edward spoke, his hands leaving my arms and taking the spoon from me. He tasted it and I marveled once again at his perfect lips eating the food. He put the spoon down and rushed to the pantry and fridge, digging for something. He returned to me with a jar of jalapeños that Rose bought for her nachos and placed a few in. He stirred the mixture and then took another bite. "Now it's perfect." He took another spoonful, and held it up to his lips, blowing ever so slowly on the food. My eyes glistened with interest at this handsome man. He held the spoon out to me and I took a bite. He was right; the jalapeños were exactly what the dish needed.

"Mmm," I moaned. His eyes lit up at the sound and I turned toward the microwave to retrieve the tortillas. Edward headed to the same cabinet as last night and took out two plates. I placed the tortillas on the plates and he scooped a generous amount onto each. I put my plate on the counter and took out two glasses to fill with water, and placed it in front of him. He was already eating at the counter as I approached. I took a sip of my water and began to devour the meal. Edward spent his meal, looking around the apartment. I decided to break the ice.

"I'm a cheap date," I teased. He looked back at me and smiled. Taking a sip of my water, I spoke again. "This is the second time we've had dinner and you didn't have to spend a dime."

"And I got you back to your place," he teased. His eyebrows went up and down and I giggled at the action.

"Don't get any ideas," I said sarcastically. I took my last bite of my fajita and looked at Edward, who was washing his mouth down with the last of his water. The jalapeños were extremely spicy and made my mouth on fire. I filled the glasses with more water and we chugged them down, both trying to calm the fire in our mouths.

"So when are you going to give me the tour?" Edward spoke after wiping his face with a napkin.

"I guess I could do that now," I shrugged. "This is the kitchen, and that's the living room," I said pointing to the couch that we had laid on last night.

"That's it?" Edward teased. "No swimming pool? No beauty salon? No room entirely made of gold?"

"Well, swimming pool? You should see my bathroom. And Beauty salon? You should see Alice and Rose's bathroom. And we opted for a room made entirely made of candy instead of gold," I joked. Edward started walking away from me and into Alice's room.

"Where do you think you are going?" I spoke, following him.

"Well since you won't show me the rest of your palace, I decided to take myself on a tour."

"Have at it," I waved him forth. He took a quick peek into Alice and Rose's room, figuring out that they weren't mine since they had pictures, cards, and other memorabilia that had Jasper and Emmett's names on it. He came back to the living room and took another look around, eyeing the one door he had yet to go in.

My room.

He walked quickly towards my room and burst in. He stood in the middle of the room, while I leaned on the doorframe, and moved his eyes around the room. "I like it," he whispered.

"Thank you," I said politely. He saw the roses and then saw the card that was on my bed. He picked it up and read the script he put and then he looked back at me. "I'm glad you liked the card," his eyes were peering at me with a look I had never seen before. Was it lust? I bit my lip with want for the man in my room. He turned to the bathroom and went in. I followed him, but stayed at the door.

"You weren't kidding about a swimming pool," he exclaimed. "That thing is huge."

"It was made for more than just one person," I teased. He turned back to me to read my face. He looked a little annoyed at the idea of me with another man in the tub.

"Has Mike ever been in this tub with you?" He asked bluntly.

"Never," I whispered. I was too engaged in his eyes to speak more. His emerald eyes were staring at me with that same look of lust.

"Good," he whispered, closing the distance between us. He put his hands on the side of my face and breathed into my face.

"Why is that good?" I asked, trying to form a coherent sentence. I was suddenly feeling weak in the knees having him this close to me.

"I don't know," he said, barely audible. He was looking down at my lips; I raised my head to press my lips against his. My breathing started to quicken and my mouth watered at the delicious scent wafting in my nostrils. We were merely inches, no centimeters, from our lips crashing. And because God hates me, lightening struck and thundered boom right outside of my room. I jumped and fell out of my trace with Edward.

He sighed in disappointment and then chuckled at my response. He placed his arms back by his side and took a step back. My breathing started to calm and my head started to clear from its cloudy state.

"You know, that's three tines we've almost kissed and something has stopped us," he chucked.

"I think it's the World telling us we shouldn't be doing this," I breathed.

"Do you agree with the World?" Edward asked as he took a step towards me.

I mumbled a "mhmm" and looked at Edward's lips. My hands were on his chest now, and his hands were sliding up my sides.

"I agree with them too," he breathed on me. I bit my lip to hide the pleasure I was getting from his appearance.

"We should really try and refrain ourselves," he muttered.

"Then why are you still touching me?" I mumbled. My eyes were partly closed and my brain was becoming clouded again. I wanted his lips on mine, so so so bad.

"Ah. Bella. Why can't I just leave you alone?" He spoke to himself more than to me.

"We could be friends," I breathed out. My breathing was shortening again and I was about to come undone. My hands were crawling up his chest, till they were around his neck. My chest was pressing against his and his hands were on my back now, sliding down to the small of my back.

"I don't want to be your friend," he whispered. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me again, that same look of lust rolling off his body and sending shivers down mine.

"We can't be anything other than that," I said letting my face fall. His hand picked up chin up to look at him. He was looking in my eyes, searching for an answer to an unasked question.

"I know," he finally said.

"You should go," I breathed onto his jaw, I could practically feel his skin on my lips and I was about to let go of all inhibitions and have my way with him.

"I can't," he said peering down at my lips.

"Edward—" But my sentence was cut off with Edward's lips crashing down on mine. His lips dominated my top lip, while I sucked on his bottom lip. I could feel the fluttering of my heart and my stomach churning in excitement. My hands wounded in his hard as he pushed my body closer to him. Our lips moved rhythmically, like one of my dances, and encouraged each other to go deeper. His tongue traced my lip and I opened my swollen lips to allow him entrance when the front door opened.

Shit.

I pushed Edward off of me and Edward looked at me in confusion but then heard the footsteps coming to my door. I took a few steps away from me and waited to see who it was.

I should not have kissed Edward Cullen.

So what did you think? I was getting annoyed at myself for keeping them not kissing. And so I just threw it in there. This is not the part where they "throw themselves at each other" that part won't come for a short bit. But I needed her to kiss him, because I was getting impatient! haha

And a dripping Edward? YUMMMMY. An Edward feeding you fajitas? YUUUMMMMY. And an Edward kissing you? DOUBLE YUMMYYY! So stay tuned for the next chapter, and please review. It would be oh so nice!

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