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"So do you know who took away your parents?" I asked in a broken voice.

"Yes, it was that bastard James' father," he answered. His voice couldn't stay calm anymore.

Everything came to me and I understood how he knew who took his parents from him. "So the people who you saw running…"

"Were James and his father," he finished saying what I had already figured out.

I didn't know how to respond to that. So many thoughts were going through my mind… I had lost my daddy tragically, but listening to his story just really made me feel sorry for him. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him… I was debating with myself about what to do and I finally went with the thing that came to me first. I placed a hand on his arm and I hugged him, just like our first meeting.

When I woke up there were three things that I was aware of: one, it was dark in the room; two, I had just had the most comfortable sleep I'd had in a long time; and three, two strong arms were on me.

"Did I wake you, Angel?" I looked to his face, which was facing the ceiling, and then suddenly everything came back to me. Edward had told me about his life, the part of his life that he didn't want anyone to know. I hoped that it wasn't just a dream.

"Edward," I was about to ask him something, but he answered the question he knew I was going to ask.

"It was no dream; you fell asleep in my arms minutes after. Not that I could say it was a disappointment holding you all night." He smiled at the memory, and I hid my face on his chest. His fingers were going through my hair, and I didn't mind at all because I loved the feeling of his fingers running through the mahogany strands. He could do it forever, even though I would never tell him that.

"Don't hide that beautiful face, Bella." Why did he have to have such a smooth, velvet voice like that? God truly must have done a lot of work on him, because everything about him was beautiful - and a complete turn on.

"I'm not hiding, just enjoying." Oh why did I say that…am I just waiting for his cockiness to come out? I must really love that side of him.

My head was lying on his chest and it was so comfortable; I would love to stay like this for a lifetime.

"Love my chest, love?" This guy really just spoke before thinking, seriously, but the word "love" made up for everything. Every time he called me that I got chills down my spine.

"Why do you always call me names like that?" Did I just say that out loud? It just came out…if I thought he was cocky before I can't imagine all the cockiness that would be coming out now.

"'Cause I know you like it," he finally replied, the cocky bastard!

"That's not true," I lied completely, glad that I wasn't looking at him because my blush would've given everything away.

"Bella," his fingers still played with my hair. "If that isn't true, why are you blushing right now?" How did he know that? God, why did I have to be a blusher? More importantly, why did Edward have to have such a strong effect on me? It's been seventeen years and no one could even compare to the way he made me feel.

When I didn't say anything he spoke up again. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Nope, but I remember you got my tongue when we kissed some time ago…" Where did that come from? I would never say something like that. Edward had the power to make me do and say things that I thought would never come out of my mouth.

"I'm glad that you've gotten to know my tongue. There are a lot of other things I could do with it that you may find very enjoyable…" He is truly going to be the death of me; I have never been more turned on in my life. God, he has no idea what he's doing to me - or does he?

I started fantasizing about all the things his tongue could do to my body, and imagining both his hands placed on either side of my hips as he thrust hard into me, his tongue deftly working my nipples…or the fantasy when he was between my legs and he…

"Are you fantasizing about me, Precious?" That stopped all my thoughts; how did he know that? He must have been able to still get a view at my blushing cheek. I wondered how I look when I fantasize about him…

"Whatever you think, you conceited boy," I said in order to stop his trail of thought. Just because what he said was true, didn't mean he had to know so. It was embarrassing enough without having to throw the person I was fantasizing about in the mix.

"I think that you're thinking about my tongue doing pretty great things to that pretty little body." I was giving up on trying to talk with him, he obviously knew everything already! Or could counter to all my lies, did I really lie that badly? Suddenly, I felt a hand placed on my chest and I hoped he wasn't feeling my heartbeat because I knew that it was beating a river.

"God Bella, your heart is beating a river. It's like listening to a music beat; it's thrilling to know how much of an effect I have on you." My heartbeat only went faster; his hand remained on my chest for a while, and then moved up to my chin, trying to lift it up to meet his gaze.

"Bella, are you so nervous that you won't let me see that beautiful blush?" I decided right there that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I should probably just let my feelings all out now, because you never know how much time you'll have left. What's the point in waiting until the perfect time, because the truth is that it's never really a perfect time, but you could make it perfect all by yourself.