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I know, you are all about to kill me; I can just imagine the pitchforks and torches in hands of an angry mob! My internet "broke down," if that is the right term, and I have been basically using my phone to get online access - and let's face it, it's hard to type up a fanfic on phone, and also, the screen is too small.

But, I have some good news. If you may have noticed, I changed the summary up a bit. Yes, it will have the same idea with Jacob, but I'm incorporating this new idea as well, which equals more chapters! (Yay!)

Chapter 7

My eyes opened to a beatific face, smiling angelically.

It was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. I could almost taste the sweetness of his saccharine breath in the air, an intoxicating fragrance, leaving me with wanting more.

There was the warm, familiar current of electricity that hummed subtly between us. The stillness was peaceful of our presence — not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched by even the dream of a storm.

"Don't move," I ordered quietly.

Edward's face wasn't so distanced from mine, so, in order to close that distance, I lifted my hands to his hair, and let my fingers knot themselves up in his bronze, unruly locks. I tugged his hair, and brought his face more closer, and pressed my lips to his once — there was no pain in the world that would have justified missing this — then pushed his face away from mine.

"Can I now please do what my heart pleases, or must I still stay still?" he asked.

"You can move now," I assured. My fingers still didn't leave his hair, and I started scratching lightly on his scalp with my fingertips.

His dark eyes watched me warily, as he suddenly flashed a wicked grin and scooped me up onto to the bed with him so that I was positioned on his lap. His lips then began to attack mine in an eager, passionate kiss. My fingers once again tugged on his hair as our lips moved together in perfect sync. A shiver of pleasure rushed through my body once, before Edward pulled away. This kiss wasn't as cautious as the others, which fit me perfectly. The way he was ravaging my mouth with his lips — something he would never even think to do . . . it almost scared me, like this would be the last kiss between us, like he'd leave again.

He swore to me that he wouldn't.

But, even if he did . . . I would deal with the consequences subsequently. But as of now, all that mattered was that he was here, with me, kissing me.

I pressed my lips into the cold stone skin of his neck, and let my forehead lean against his.

His nose trailed down the length of mine, as I sighed in contentment.

"Are you awake now?" he whispered, as his kisses trailed down to my throat and collarbones.

Completely distracted, I was unable to form a coherent sentence when he place. His lips traced the shell of my ear, and inhaled deeply. He then placed kisses along the hollow beneath my ear. "Mm-hmm," I managed to hum, as he placed a kiss to my jaw.

A sudden confidence gained over me as I pulled his face away from mine, securing his head in my tiny, fragile hands.

My lips touched his temple, and then hovered over to his forehead, placing another kiss there. They then trailed down the length of his nose, like he had done earlier, except with his nose.

He shuddered lightly, when I blew in his ear, and his hold on my waist became slightly tighter — but it wasn't uncomfortable.

I rested my head in the crook of his neck, sighing.

"I'm sorry," I breathed, "that was a bit too much, wasn't it?"

He pursed his lips as he pretended to think of that.

Then, the beautiful crooked smile that I yearned to see for months flashed across his face.

"We can contemplate that as to make up for lost time," he murmured, playfully nudging his nose with mine.

I laughed. "Whatever you are comfortable with."

I traced my fingers on Edward's skin, which glittered like sparkling diamonds in a flushed mixed of purple and blue. My free hand clenched around the hem of his unbuttoned shirt, exposing more of his skin. My hands decided to roam to the newly-discovered patch, and I reached up to kiss his cheek; then, I tilted my head towards his, so that our lips could meet in a searing kiss.

When the boundaries began to blur, he moved me so that I was no longer on top of him, but on our sides, my back pressing into the cool, afternoon dew of the grassy meadow.

"Ah, Bella," he sighed, pulling me closer to his chest, stroking my hair softly and humming my lullaby.

His kiss to my forehead was the last thing I remembered before letting the coolness of his body and the warmth of the sun soak into my skin . . . .

When my eyes opened from my peaceful slumber, I expected to be woken up by my Adonis; but when there was no response,

My eyes quickly scanned the meadow, searching for my personal angel, hoping that he might have been nearby.

"Edward!" I cried, starting to gasp.

I awkwardly scrambled to my feet immediately, the recovering hole in my chest piercing sharply through the wound. The tears sprang to my eyes as I murmured to myself in a broken voice:

"He swore he wouldn't . . . . How could he . . . ?"

He was gone.

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