A/N: I am not the talented Stephenie Meyer. Hope you like the story nonetheless tho. Please read and review and let me know what you think will happen next.


That night I sent my article off to Seattle and sat staring at my roses beside my computer. They were gorgeous, there was no doubt about it, but I just couldn't accept them from Mike. No matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise, I just couldn't bring myself to feel those types of feelings for him. Maybe I only fell for mythical creatures I mused. I lay on my bed thinking these thoughts as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I was in a rose garden. The flowers were everywhere, and rose pedals seemed to rain down from above. I was walking toward the center where a man stood with his back to me. I recognized him immediately, it was Edward. He turned slowly and smiled at me as he handed me a single red rose. He took me by the hand and led me a few feet further into the garden. He turned and laid me down on a bed of multi-colored rose petals. He started kissing my neck.

He removed my shirt as he passionately kissed my collarbone. His cool kisses warmed my skin in a way I never thought possible. He kissed the length of my collarbone and made his way to my neck and jaw again. He kissed until he reached my earlobe. He sucked it gently, massaging it with his icy tongue. As he sucked my ear, he massaged my hardened nipples until I was quivering with pleasure. He switched earlobes and at the same time, switched nipples so that the opposites were being pleasured. I quickly climaxed again. Edward hadn't come close to touching my core and he had already shown me passion I would have only dreamed of.

I reached for his head and brought his lips back to my own. We sat up as we continued kissing. I reached for his shirt buttons and made as short work of them as possible. I caressed his sculpted chest and abs. I bent down to his chest and sucked on his icy, hard nipples. A soft moan escaped his lips and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

I kneaded the other nipple with one hand while my other hand reached towards his belt. I began to remove the belt and unbutton his pants. Edward was fully aroused in this region. I slipped my hand into his pants, above the boxers and rubbed seductively as I continued kissing Edward's chest. My lips made their way back to his lips and soon I was on top of him, my legs straddling his hips.

I looked down at him and he pushed my panties to the side. I was still wearing my skirt, and Edward was still in his boxes. I moved the material in order to free him. I slid down his shaft that I could feel pulsing between my thighs. He bounced me above him as we both moaned the other's name. He was using his vampire strength to bounce me faster than I thought possible. Suddenly, he flipped us and he was above me. He raised my legs so they fit into the small of his back. He thrust with all his passion into me, making me scream out if ecstasy. With one final thrust, he was pushed over the edge. I could feel him pulsing inside of me. He collapsed on top of me after placing a kiss on my cheek and whispering, "I never left you."

I woke with a start. Two dreams two nights. I don't think I could take this anymore. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take another cold shower. While I let the water run over my body and relax my muscles, I contemplated going over to the Cullen house. I was sure I would find it empty, still, but part of me needed this closure once more. Why would I be dreaming about Edward after such a long time. I had truly tried to move on, to forget him, but I'm now convinced that there would be no escape from him.

I headed down the stairs and quickly checked the time. It was 4:30 A.M. Charlie was still sleeping upstairs, but I didn't know when he would awaken to get to work. I wrote him a quick note letting him know I was going for a drive. I walked to my car and took deep breaths as I started the engine. I made my way north and headed towards the Cullen house. I paid careful attention as I made my way down the road. I knew I was getting close to their long, three-mile driveway. I saw the turn and slowed.

I stopped before making the turn. Did I really want to do this? What would be the best thing to find? I turned down the driveway. I noticed that the foliage was trimmed slightly and the path looked recently used. I drove slowly down the path thinking of what I would say to explain to whomever I may find at the end of this path. I wasn't paying careful attention as I drove. I looked up in time to realize the path was ending. I slammed on the brakes as my car slowed to a stop in front of the familiar white house. Inside, the lights were all on.