Author's Note: Thanks to moosals for pre-reading on short notice. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Each "section" of the story has three chapters. This is part 3 of "The Sessions."

Posting a day early since it's short, and I don't want to update both of my fics on the same day.


After a very long weekend without seeing Edward, our sessions resumed on Monday morning. We had sort of an unspoken agreement — talk for the first 45 minutes, then make out. I tried to justify it to myself that Edward was really opening up and learning to understand how he came to see alcohol as a crutch.

Yeah, I didn't really buy that.

Whenever Edward would try to go a little further, to move beyond just kissing, I gently pulled his hands away from my clothing. Sure, I was already going to hell for this, but I just couldn't let myself cross the line to something that was actually illegal.

We'd made out a few times with me sitting on my desk, but Wednesday morning was the first time that Edward sat in my chair, pulling me onto his lap.

"God, I want you, Bella," he moaned, kissing along my jaw up to my ear. I gasped in pleasure when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

"Patience. Just… just one more day."

I was just coherent enough to bat his hands away as they attempted to push my skirt up my thighs. Instead, he moved his hands to the back of my head, undoing the pins that held my long brown hair in a work-appropriate updo.

"Fuck," he muttered as my hair came tumbling down over my shoulders. "You are so sexy."

I giggled like a schoolgirl. "No one's ever called me sexy before," I admitted.

"Well, then they're crazy. Because you. Are. Definitely. Sexy," he replied, punctuating each word with a kiss to my swollen lips.

"I'm not, Edward," I said seriously, pulling slightly away from him. I could feel his hard-on beneath my thigh and I needed to get away before I did something stupid. "I'm not… curvy, or blonde."

"I'd dispute the first part of that, but you won't let me under your clothes to touch your curves."

"Edward…"

"I know, I know… tomorrow. I was born at 1:18am, you know, so it's not even 24 hours from now."

"In the eyes of the law…"

"No one will ever find out, Bella — I promise you."

I stood up from Edward's lap, smoothing my skirt. "My next patient will be here in a couple minutes. I need to fix my hair that you ruined," I said, glaring at him.

"It was so worth it," he smirked. I shook my head.