Previously…

Bella and Edward met on their date, she – still under the impression that he was married – was a pain in the ass until he made them leave the restaurant when she confronted him outside about cheating on his wife and Edward revealed that he is, actually divorced and it ended up something like this:

After a moment of silence, I feel Bella's fingers casually tangle with mine. "I'm-"

"If you're going to say 'sorry', I'm going into that convenience store and buying some sello-tape for your mouth. Or maybe a stapler."

She laughs and squeezes my hand. "Okay."

But then, a few minutes later, when I've lead us off the high street and we're in a public park with no convenience stores in sight, she stops walking, tugging me to a stop as well. Then she loops her arms around my neck, gets up on her tip-toes and whispers, "Sorry," in my ear. But, before I can reprimand her, she giggles and places a delicate kiss on my cheek. Her own cheeks flame in response but there's a little smile on her full lips. And I love it.

Perhaps this date can still be saved.

#x#

Yeah you stood there with me in the doorway,

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave,

It's a first kiss, it's flawless, really something;

It's fearless

-Fearless, Taylor Swift (Because, really, what's a story by me without a Taylor lyric within the first handful of chapters? Plus, this is perfect for the chapter ;))

Chapter 6 – That's Because It's Raining, Dumbass

Bella POV

I watch, fascinated, as Edward converses in fluent Chinese with the owner of the small, secluded Chinese takeaway we are in. After the man – Tim, a rather boring name for a Chinese guy; I'd have preferred Chi or Cho or Chang, or something – says something, Edward grins his charming panty-dropping grin and says something in response at which Tim cracks up.

Edward glances over at me and there's a sparkle in his eye.

"What did you say?" I ask, feeling slightly left out.

But Edward just tapped his nose secretively.

Tim looks between us with a huge smile on his face, his head flicking in either direction like a cartoon character.

A few minutes – and much Chinese chattering – later, Tim's co-worker (who is also disappointingly not called Chi or Cho or Chang; her name is Kate) appears with our bag of food. Edward obviously says thank you and goodbye and grabs my hand, entwining it with his like it's second nature to him, as we leave the takeaway store. Just as he opens the door for us though, Tim calls after us, "Good luck Mr Edward!"

"Thanks," Edward replies with a smirk as I look at him confused.

I continue to look at him as we amble down the quiet, dark street.

"What?" Edward asks jovially when he notices.

"What was all that about? And how the hell do you know Chinese?" You can't blame me for sounding surprised; it's hardly a core subject taught at high school.

"Oh that," Edward says, waving his hand like it's nothing. "My parents used to take in foreign students and we had a really nice Chinese girl who taught me it when I was… what… eight?"

I feel my eyebrows shake hands with my hairline. "And you still remember it?"

"Yep. Well, I sort of re-taught myself last summer. I went there on holiday and had to re-learn some bits because I started to teach my… friend… how to speak it as well. He wasn't quite as good." Edward pauses for a second and then laughs once, shaking his head with a fond smile on his face. Remembering, I suppose.

"So what did you tell that Chinese guy in there?"

"What, Tim?"

I nod the affirmative.

"Well…" He drags out the word, looking a little shifty. "He said how pretty you are and there may have been a few misunderstandings leading him to believe that I intended to propose to you tonight-"

"Gah," I gasp, choking on nothing but shock.

"Don't worry, I won't," he assures me. "Honest to God, you can check my pockets. No way am I doing that just a few days after the divorce came through." He shudders. "Anyway, he offered to put the ring in a fortune cookie, like in the movies, and I told him not to because you'd probably eat it and choke and I'd be responsible for your death and that would be a great shame."

I shake my head. "You're ridiculous."

"Ah, but that's why you love me."

I just roll my eyes.

A few minutes later, Edward's led us to a secluded bit of grass, sort of trapped in a circle of plants and hedges and stuff. It's beautiful, wild flowers everywhere although they're barely visible in the very faded light, and, when I stop and listen hard enough, I can hear the trickle of a brook running by somewhere.

"This is really nice," I say genuinely.

"I know." Edward smiles. "It's a little like a place I used to go back home in California when I just wanted to escape." He sits down on the damp grass, removing his jacket and laying it out next to him for me to sit on. I shake my head at him, pick it up and pass it back to him, sitting beside him on the grass as he carries on speaking. "When I first moved here a little over a year ago, I didn't really want to be here. And when I found this place it was like… a connection of sorts. I don't know. This sounds stupid so I'll shut up."

"No it doesn't," I say. I hesitate and then ask, "Did you miss your… um… ex-wife?"

He laughs a little. "Not really. It's okay, Bella, you can ask questions or whatever. I'm not scarred by the entire experience." He snorts again at the idea and then looks embarrassed and it's sweet in a completely endearing way.

I'm relieved as he's relaxed some of my fears of asking about some kind of taboo topic for him. So, as Edward reaches for the dinner, bringing out some tea lights as well which we bought from a little shop, Edward obviously being aware that at half eight at night in September some light source would be needed, I ask less hesitantly, "What was it like?"

He glances over at me and then back down at the food as he removes some kind of meat in sauce from a bag. "What, getting divorced?"

"Yeah."

He shrugs. "I don't know, really. It just… happened."

"Didn't you love her?"

Edward sighs thoughtfully, pausing on the dinner for a second. "Yes, I did. We just fell out of love, I think."

"You can't fall out of love," I disagree. "Maybe you just thought you loved her?"

"You can fall out of love. I'm pretty sure I loved her. I wouldn't have married her if I wasn't certain. But… we grew apart. Disagreed on a few things and eventually it just got so that we weren't husband and wife anymore. We were just two people living in the same house, almost strangers, really."

I bite my lip. "So you just… split?"

Edward smirks at my confusion. "Yeah. It's not like in movies or soaps, you know, in real life. We didn't fight, didn't go to court demanding tons of money off of each other. We just agreed we wanted different things. We dragged it out a little, sure, but it wasn't… it didn't feel like a big thing. Just inevitable."

"Huh." We both sit in silence for a moment and then Edward starts getting the food out again. He gets each box out of its outer packaging and peels back the plastic lids letting the steam escape before pointing out what each one was to me. We help ourselves to food and then dig in, a comfortable silence falling between us once again. The Chinese food is a lot better than the seafood platter; Edward was right, I don't like seafood. Edward pours us each some wine from the bottle from La Bella Italia.

"So if you don't think you can fall out of love," Edward starts again after a little while, "does that mean you're still in love with all of your old boyfriends? Or did you just not date?"

"Ha!" I exclaim with a snort, not entirely unlike Edward's earlier. "I've only been in two serious relationships and both of those jerks cheated on me, so I think it's safe to say I'm not in love with either of them." I feel my cheeks heat instantly after my uncharacteristic outburst.

"Oh." Edward looks at me for a moment. "That explains why you felt so strongly about it, I guess."

"Yeah."

He reaches over and squeezes my hand on my thigh, smiling sympathetically. "For the record, I'm sorry. And I'd never do that. Ever."

"I know."

"But," he continues, "surely you must have loved them at some point?"

"No. I thought I loved them, maybe. But I was wrong."

"That's ridiculous."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "How so?"

Edward puts down his food and turns so he's directly facing me, his knees touching mine. "Tell me something. What was the name of one of these guys?"

I narrow my eyes suspiciously, but answer anyway. "James."

"Okay. When you were with James, did you like being with him?"

"Yeah, but-"

"And your heart would race at the thought of him?"

I nod sceptically, wondering where this is going.

"And you stayed up late at night thinking about him, and every time you kissed it felt like you were meant to be there right next to him. And when he held you, you got that achy feeling in your chest and when he flirted with you, or said something to you – a private joke, maybe – you got butterflies in the bottom of your stomach. And when he touched you, you got shivers down your spine, and you'd think of your future together; all of the possibilities and the endlessness of forever?"

I stare at him. "How do you know that?"

"Simple; I've been in love. So have you. You can't 'think' all of that. It is. And then it isn't. It goes. Love happens, just not always for forever. That's why love is like… well, when you say that you love someone, you take a chance. Because people expect love to last forever and so when you say those three words you're taking that chance that the love might go away and it won't last forever. When you marry someone, you take the chance because – although you don't know that you'll love them forever – you hope that you will. You have so much hope. And you'll never know until you try."

I have never been rendered speechless by a guy before. A movie, book, even a song; sure. A guy? A normal man who I actually know? No way. But Edward has left me with no words. He must have loved this girl like… Jesus, like crazy. And there's a burning love still in his eyes that tells me he knows much more about the concept than I do; that makes me feel like a naive child; that makes me think he lied and he is still in love with his ex, no matter how platonic he says their relationship is now. But despite all of these thoughts running through my head, of all the questions I could have asked, I find myself blurting, "Are you gay?"

Well done, Bella; romantic moment successfully ruined.

But Edward throws his head back and laughs. Laughs and laughs and laughs until he's crying. "No," he answers certainly after a moment. "No, I just know what I'm talking about." He laughs again.

I blush. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

We chat as we finish up the food and I suddenly find it a lot easier to reconcile the guy I'd been emailing with Edward from work. He really lets lose, joking and laughing and telling me all kinds of things. It isn't until much later when the moon is bright above us that he asks anything personal of me. We're lying side-by-side staring up at the stars dotting the sky. My fingers itch to reach out and entwine with his, lying just millimetres away but I hold them where they are.

"You really want to be a writer?" is the question that breaks the silence.

I move my head to the side and glance over at him only to see him staring intently at me, his green eyes smouldering in the dark. I sigh and look back up again. "Yeah. A lot, actually. It's kind of stupid how much I want something that's so hard to get."

"It's not stupid."

I smile at him. "Thanks. But it's easy to say that when everything's been handed to you on a platter."

"Not everything," he corrects me quietly. "There are a lot of things I want that I'll probably never get."

I don't believe that for a second; what doesn't he have that he can't buy? "Like what?"

"Well, getting more Chinese without moving sounds pretty good," he says in a serious voice.

"Men," I mutter with a roll of my eyes.

He laughs. "No, really. Keep at it." He sits up and looks down at me, his eyes soft and serious. "I think you can do it."

I sit up too because I feel slightly inferior and I don't like it. "Why would you think that? For all you know, my writing's completely shitty."

He pauses for a moment, as though he's wondering this himself too, and then he shrugs. "I just know."

Of course, an evening out in September in Seattle wouldn't be an evening out in September in Seattle without rain. When the drizzle turns to a torrential downpour at close to eleven o'clock, Edward and I decide to leave the little sort-of meadow. We try to run the way back through the forest but my little shoes have no grip at all so I slip and slide all over the place and Edward ends up hoisting me up on his back and piggy-backing me to the edge of the trees.

We walk through the park back to La Bella Italia. The streets are a lot quieter now, a lot of the shops and restaurants closed and barely anybody milling as there was earlier. I almost wish I had saved my slap for now while there is no one watching, but then I wouldn't have had the wonderful evening I did.

"Where do you live?" Edward asks as we slow our pace on the approach to the restaurant we ate at – or, rather, didn't eat at – earlier.

"A few blocks that way." I gesture in the direction of my apartment.

Edward's face breaks into a smile. "I'm staying with a friend who lives a few blocks that way, too. I'll walk with you."

"Now, Dr Cullen, you're not just saying that in the hope to get invited inside, are you?" I tease. Or is it flirting? Shit.

"Well, it's the least you can do after the evening I just supplied," he flirts right back. And then he tones it up a notch. "I mean look at you; you're already soaking wet."

I feel my steps falter and my mouth open a little.

Edward glances at me and laughs. "Don't have a response to that now, do we?"

I flounder for some kind of hilarious remark, but the best I can come up with is, "That's because it's raining, dumbass," which just makes Edward laugh harder.

As he laughs I look up at his face through the rain. His hair is soaked through and appears a shade darker than usual, the usually wild locks pasted to his forehead until he ruffles them with his hand and they become wild again. His grin is slightly crooked, one side just a little higher than the other and his jaw muscles stretch deliciously making me want to lick it. His gorgeous green eyes sparkle, smoulder, shine and every other bloody clichéd 's' word used to describe eyes in the dictionary, except it's can't possibly be clichéd because I've never seen anything like it. Just like I've never felt anything like the tingles I'm getting in my belly right now. What is he doing to me?

We walk for a bit in silence, and it isn't long before my fingers reach out and find his of their own accord. But it's okay because he lets me link our hands and I feel much less edgy when his smooth touch meets mine – although I certainly hadn't noticed the edginess until it was gone.

As we walk, I ponder what this means. By no means was this a regular date so I think it's an unspoken assumption that we won't be doing this again. Which wouldn't be confusing. Not at all. It wouldn't have been confusing because I would have been here by mistake, wrongly put him in his place, realised the truth and then proceeded to have a good evening with him and then not meet up under these conditions again. Perhaps we'd laugh about it later, even. But it is confusing. And the only thing which makes it confusing is that tingly feeling that starts in my palm, where we're connected, and runs up my arm to warm my whole body. I like it. No, scratch that, I love it. And that little mental admission opens up to a whole lot more. I want to hold him. And I want to kiss him. I want to feel his body wrapped around mine, his hands on the small of my back pressing me into him. I want to feel his naked chest against mine, skin to skin, heart to heart. I want to go to sleep with his arm around my waist and I want to wake up beside him.

I want all of this so much, so suddenly, right there that I become hot all over and can't think straight. This is so not good. It was fairly easy to reign in my inappropriate lust over him at work where he's an asshole who pays more attention to my ass than my existence, but this… this is something else altogether. He's been a gentleman all evening; handsome, smart, witty… divorced. And now I'm not just lusting over him, I'm… what? I'm not in love with him, I can't be. I barely know the guy aside from this one evening. So does that leave this as just a schoolgirl-type crush? Or can it not be labelled?

"Bella?" Edward's voice interrupts my wildly inappropriate thoughts.

I glance up at him, but can't look at him without becoming worried that he can read my mind, so turn my gaze away again immediately. "Yeah?"

He chuckles and the sound makes my heart skip a beat. Oh dear lord. I've been through puberty once; please don't make me relive this. "I just asked what road you live on."

"Oh." I look around at our surroundings, before realising where we are. I stop and meet his curious gaze. "Shit, we've missed it."

Edward raises an eyebrow. "Deep in thought, huh?"

"You could say that."

"Must've been some thought."

"Must've," I agree, but don't elaborate.

Eventually, we make it back to my road. I stop us outside of my apartment block and it becomes sort of awkward for the first time in the evening. Well, the first time since after I realised he wasn't actually cheating on his inexistent wife. "Well, this is me," I say, reluctantly dropping his hand and dipping my own inside my pocket where I nervously flex my fingers.

"Okay." Edward looks up at the building, letting the rain fall in his face. He looks like some sort of God. And fuck if I'm not joining whatever religion has him as its God. He looks back down again after a second and grins. "Well, I suppose I'll see you at work or something, then?"

"Yeah, I suppose." Suddenly I'm struck by a sense of desperation I've not felt before. I know that the date's over now, that after this we're back to being work colleagues and nothing more. He'll call me 'sweet ass' again and I'll only get to speak to him during spur-of-the-moment visits to Chuck E Cheese. And perhaps it's this realisation that makes me say, "Do you want to come up?"

Edward blinks at me, looking taken aback for a second.

"I mean, you could, like, dry off or something. Or have a coffee? Or wine! I have wine, and coffee. Or tea, if you want. Even iced tea. Although I don't really like tea so I'm not sure why I have some but I do if you want some. Actually, I lie, I think my mom brought it back from England when she went on holiday there because she thinks I do like it and… well, you know what moms are like, they never really listen to you about things like… that… um… yeah." I trail off, biting my lip nervously because he's watching me with an amused smirk and a quirked eyebrow and I think I've just really, really made a prat of myself.

He laughs a little and then says, "Uh… I won't. But thank you."

"Okay."

The disappointment in my voice is apparently as obvious to him as it is to me as he quickly adds, "Not that I don't want to, I just… my friend lives literally like two blocks down and it's nearly midnight and… it's just quicker. Maybe some other time?"

I have to push back the hope that rises in my chest as I chant to myself platonic, platonic, platonic… "Sure, no problem." I pause, awkwardly wringing my hands together and then say, "Well, see you around."

"Yeah. Bye." We both wait a second longer, him for me to go inside and me for him to leave. Or perhaps just waiting for him to change his mind, I don't know. And then we kind of give each other small, forced smiles and turn away. I walk up the steps to the porch shelter of the apartment block and then turn around and stand there as I watch him walk away for a moment.

Then, I sigh and enter the code to get inside, deciding not to watch him walk entirely to the end of the road because it's pathetic and needy and we're not even on a real date. The elevator's broken so I traipse up the stairs, dripping water as I go, and let myself into my apartment. I drop my bag on the floor just inside the door and kick off the soaked shoes I was cursing just a little while back. I switch the kettle on and then go through to the bedroom, stripping wet clothes from my body as I do and sigh when I see my bed piled high with clothes. Why do I always leave it like this?

I slip easily into a pair of boy shorts and my old grey (it used to be white) high school hoodie, not even bothering with a bra since I know I'll just be changing again after my coffee anyway, and throw my wet hair into a ponytail. But then, just as I begin to tackle the mountain of clothes on my bed, there's a soft rap at the door. I frown at my reflection in the wardrobe mirror in confusion before figuring it must be Rose or Alice wanting to know how bad I tortured Edward, apparently unable to wait until tomorrow. Boy would they be disappointed.

"It's not what you think guys," I yell as I walk towards the door, "I didn't-" But I shut up when I swing the door open and my eyes meet green. "Oh."

Edward raises an eyebrow as I stand aside and let him in. "You're expecting visitors? At-" he glances at his wrist "-five minutes to midnight." And then his eyes rake over my redressed body, but he wisely remains silent.

I shut the door and shrug, pretending not to notice how his eyes linger on my braless chest while my insides are exploding with lustful joy. "I only have two friends so who else would it be?"

"I see." His smirk is way too smug for my liking.

"What do you want?"

The smirk dissolves at that, replacing itself with a slightly nervous smile. "I forgot to give you something."

I frown. "What?"

He takes a tiny step closer and whispers, "This." And then, he steps even closer. His body is a millimetre away from mine and mine is buzzing at that fact. He reaches up and his palm cradles my chin and he bends his head down and I realise what he's doing a split-second before his soft, perfect lips connect with my own and I melt. I let him push me slowly back up against my wall and accost my mouth with his own, his lips moulding around mine applying a pressure so gentle and then so hard. My eyelids flutter shut and I writhe against his wet body, my hands – which were lifeless against my side – reaching out and grasping the bottom of his shirt in fists, tugging him even closer and making him groan lightly. I feel his tongue prod gently at my lips and I let him in without hesitance. He tastes like rain and faintly of sweet and sour sauce from earlier and he is the best kisser I've ever had the pleasure of kissing.

His earlier comment about me being soaking wet works in both contexts now.

After what feels like nowhere near long enough, I break away for air. I totally intended to go back for more, but Edward steps backwards, displaying an impressive amount of self control. He's still close enough that my fists are still tied up in the bottom of his wet shirt as we pant lightly, speechless. Until Edward clears his throat. "Um…"

I feel my cheeks heat. "Um."

"I really will… go… now," he says.

"Okay."

"And I won't come back this time."

"Okay."

His eyes drift to my lips. "And I won't… um… you know. Assault you again."

"Right." Shit. "I mean, no, it's fine. No, I mean, it's really more than fine. It was nice… great… um… ugh! Thank you. For coming back, I mean."

"It's okay."

"Okay."

We both stand very still for a long, long time. And then Edward says, "See you, Bella."

"Yeah… see you… Edward."

But still he doesn't leave. He waits a moment and then looks pointedly down towards the ground. "Do you think you could maybe let go of my shirt?"

I release my clenched fists and wince as the blood rushes through them again. "Sure! Yes, of course! I'm sorry."

"No problem." He takes another step back and then a deep breath. "Okay. Bye."

"Yeah. See you."

"Night."

"Goodnight."

He smiles one last time and then he's gone, the door shut behind him. I lean back against the wall, weak in the knees, breathless and absolutely unable to think coherently.

Holy mother of fish paste. That man sure knows how to kiss a girl senseless.

#x#

I am rudely awakened the next morning by an insistent knocking on my front door. Knowing who it'll be, I reluctantly drag myself out of bed and answer the door in my pyjamas with bed hair and a fuzzy mouth and annoying but bearable headache.

Rose pushes past me as soon as I open the door, letting herself in before I can tell her to piss off, and Alice follows quickly after.

"So?" Rose demands straight away.

I frown. The world is still blurry and my head is still spinning. "Um… coffee?" I offer because God knows I need one.

"Bella!" they whine together in the same tone and everything.

I sigh and lead the way through my apartment, switching the kettle on and turning around to lean against the surface and look at them. "It's not what we thought, guys."

"What? Do you mean you didn't torture the shit out of that boy?" Rose predictably asks.

I decide to just come out with it. "He's not married."

"What?" Again, said in unison.

"I kind of made an idiot of myself. I did the whole order the most expensive thing on the menu thing – even though I don't like seafood, so God knows why I'd like a seafood platter – and the waiter was all flirty which was an unexpected bonus because Edward got really pissed off at that. And then he saw through me right away. Like that." I snap my fingers. "And he just called the waiter over and we had barely touched it and paid the bill and said he was going to make it a good date, not so awkward."

"But how did you find out he wasn't married then?" Alice asks, looking confused.

"And are you sure he's not bullshitting you?" Rose; ever the cynic.

"Yes. At least, I'm pretty sure. But he was telling me how his friends put the thing on eBay and he carried on with it because he had – quote – 'nothing to lose'. And I got sort of angry and started yelling at him and I maybe slapped him…" I pause to take in Alice's shock and Rose's smug happiness. "And… well… then he told me that… that he's actually, um, divorced. Has been for, like, two years…"

There's a long silence. Then Rose says, "Are you shitting me?"

I shake my head.

"He's not married?"

"No."

Rose looks really disappointed. "But… torturing him was going to be fun! I had so many ideas!"

I sigh. "Yeah, well, sorry Rose but I'm definitely not torturing someone who doesn't deserve our wrath."

"But-"

I shoot her a look.

Rose glares right back, but then gives in. "Fine. We won't torture the guy." She flops down on my sofa, a speculative look on her face.

"What, Rose?" I say through my teeth; I know that look too well.

"Nothing."

Alice and I look at each other and then back at Rose. As I pour the coffees I repeat my question.

"It's just… two years? He's been divorced two years and it's only just come through? That's a little weird, don't you think?"

"He said that he knew they dragged it out, but-" I pause, trying to remember the reason he had given me for his long divorce. But I can't. Had he even given one at all? I shake my head; now I'm being paranoid, just like Rose. "But he'd tell me if there was something weird about it."

"Are you sure?" Alice chips in now, sounding concerned. A glance up at her face confirms her worry.

"Yes. He's… too nice to do that."

Rose scoffs loudly and reaches for a magazine on my coffee table, flicking through it in a casual way that clearly ends this conversation. But Alice comes to my side and puts a reassuring hand on my arm as she says, "We just want you to be careful, Bella. Don't go falling for someone who'll hurt you again."

"Yeah, I think I've had enough of that," I agree with a small smile.

"Enough to last you a lifetime." Alice giggles. "But, Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not falling for him already, are you?"

I look up, into her crystal blue eyes and think. I think of his adorable snort-laugh, his sparkling eyes and his incredible lips. And I think of his perfect description of what love is and how it feels and how I'm beginning to get those butterflies he had mentioned just thinking of him, and how it did feel like I was meant to be sandwiched between him and the wall when he kissed me.

And then I blink, and laugh, turning away from Alice. "Already?" I ask, trying to force laughter into my voice. "No. Not at all."

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Ahhh… I think I lose a few points this time. But not without valid reason! I've been away on a writing course in Cambridge because I'm that good (it's a pretty impressive thing, this, so do look appreciative ;)), and then the last week has been full of watching Harry Potter; I have a friend who's pretty obsessed so I've been to see several at the cinema with her blah blah blah, including the new one at midnight. It WAS amazing though so yes :) I didn't dress up because it would have felt like a crime against Twilight, but I do like both. Oh, and Laura conveniently got me obsessed with One Tree Hill. Honest to God I've seen like 12 episodes in about 5 days… OH! And I failed my driving test, yay me. But I did a lot of (what turned out to be worthless) prep for that too. So it's been a busy few weeks for me and if I'd have known it would take this long I would have just posted what I had before I'd gone away when you still knew what was going on :/ But never mind. And this A/N is far too long already.

I don't know if I've already mentioned this but there is a photo on my facebook of Finn so if you haven't seen it, go check it out :) There's a link to the account on my page.

Now, I hope you liked the chapter and all the cuteness (and the KISS!) that resides within it ;) I can't offer teasers this time because (unsurprisingly) I haven't written any yet but I will reply to those that I can and I hope that doesn't stop you reviewing haha :P

If you want to talk my ear off as I have yours… have any of you done anything cool these last few weeks? Any more failed driving tests or strong opinions on HP? Believe it or not, I do care ;)

Thanks so much again guys!

-Steph