Previously

"That's why I brought you here," he said, taking a step closer to me. "I know you might not feel the same way, but I love you. I always have and I always will. I know you might not be ready for a relationship, but I just want you to know how I feel about you. I love you, Isabella Marie Swan."

BPOV

I didn't know what to say. He loved me? Is that even possible? Is it possible for anyone to love me?

"That's not possible," I said, my voice cracking a little.

"How is it not possible? I told you, I didn't mean it wh-" I cut him off.

"It's not that," I said, "I'm broken. It's not possible for anyone to love me."

I saw something in his eyes. It was rage and…something else. "Bella," he said, taking my hands in his, "You are loveable. John is an asshole and he should never have treated you like that. You deserved to be loved, Bella. I love you, Bella; more than anything. Please believe that."

I stared at him for a minute. I could feel tears running down my face, but I didn't care. That's what that look was, it was love. He loved me. He loved me and I believed him. Not only that, but I loved him back.

I jumped into his arms and kissed him. When I pulled away he smiled, "I love you too, Edward," I said. His smile widened and he leaned forward and kissed me again.

…..

That night we were lying in his bed. My head was rested on his chest and he was playing with my hair.

"I missed this," I said.

I felt him kiss my hair, "Me too, Love," he said.

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