I felt like I was in high school again. Edward sneaking in the window. Wearing his jersey to bed. Feeling his lips against mine. It was surreal. Because we weren't in high school anymore. This was real.

"Nice shirt," he mumbled against my lips. He reached down and lifted the hem a little, scratching lightly against my stomach.

My heart was beating, thumping hard against my chest. Flashes of our relationship sped through my head; just bits and pieces of when we were kids and didn't know anything except how much we wanted each other. I wanted to feel that way again. I did feel that way again.

I buried my head into his chest as the tears streamed down my face. He kissed the top of my head and reached down to pull my legs up around his waist. I clung to his neck as he carried me over to the bed and laid us down.

"I never used to let myself think about this too much." I reached up and placed my hand flat against his chest. "I never used to let myself want you because it hurt too much."

He kissed my cheeks and my nose before coming to my lips again. "I wasn't that strong." He rested his head on my chest. "And it killed me everyday to wake up next to her instead of you."

His hand slid underneath his jersey and onto my side. I reached up and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, trying desperately to get them undone. He sat back on his legs and finished it for me before pushing it off his shoulders. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. I bit my lip and cautiously reached out for the waistline of his pants.

I slowly undid his belt as he pulled his undershirt over his head. I looked up at him as I unzipped his pants, making sure this was okay and that it was really happening.

He stepped back off the bed and kicked his pants off the rest of the way before crawling back onto the bed. He pushed me down as he went, hovering above me with a small smirk.

"Do you remember the first time we did this?" He asked.

I laughed. "Yeah. I was paranoid Charlie was going to walk in and shoot you."

He laughed and leaned down to kiss me as he reached for my underwear. He gripped the sides and shimmied them down my thighs until they were off. I started to pull the jersey off, but he stopped me.

"Keep it on." He bit his lip and nudged my knees open before settling between. He kissed my neck, nibbling on my skin as he ran his tongue over my collarbone. My body arched towards him and my eyes fluttered shut. My thighs instinctively clenched around him as his hand drifted up the jersey to my breasts.

He still knew my body, knew it as well as he did back then. Maybe better. Maybe the distance had made us more in tune with each other, more attentive. Or maybe we were both just so unbelievably in love with each other that time only made it better. I never imagined he could be any better than he was back then, but I knew it now. He was so much more.

My toes curled as he pushed himself inside me. And for the first time in a long time, I felt complete. It never felt this way with anyone else. It was just sex, just something I had to do because that's what you're supposed to do. I was young. In and out of relationships. But it was just sex. All of those guys never had a chance. I was always comparing them to Edward. There was no comparison.

I ran my finger along the slight stubble over his jaw and bucked my hips up, meeting him in every thrust. I whimpered, a little too loud, as I threw my head back against my pillow. Edward looked back at my bedroom door, listening for any movement.

When he was satisfied that we were still safe, he turned back to me and rested his forehead against mine.

"You have to be quiet, baby." He nipped at my lips and smiled. "I don't think Charlie would have a problem shooting me even now."

I kissed him, partly to stifle another moan that was about escape from my lips.

I missed the way he tasted. I missed the way this felt. And for the slightest moment, I panicked that I was going to lose it again once this was all over.

"Don't," Edward said, shaking his head.

"Don't what?"

"Don't do that. Don't over think it." He leaned down close to my ear. "Just know that I love you."

When it all hit me, it hit me hard. I hadn't had decent sex in a really long time…actually more like ten years. I came crashing into my release so hard that it paralyzed me. I couldn't help it, I screamed. Edward quickly covered my mouth with his hand and smirked.

"You're so beautiful," he said, leaning down to kiss my neck. He stilled above me, a strangled moan barely above a whisper coming from his lips.

I was out of breath, panting against his hand as I watched him. He moved once more inside me before collapsing onto my chest.

I kissed the palm of his hand as it fell from my lips.

He rolled over and I curled up on his chest. "Will you stay?"

"Always," he whispered. "I'll always stay with you." He put his arm around me as I pulled the blanket up around us.

I didn't want to go to sleep. I didn't want to wake up and find the other half of the bed empty. Most of all I didn't want it to be tomorrow. It was one more day gone. I just wanted to keep tonight forever. Even with the arguing and the fighting it was one of the best nights of my life. He loved me. And I loved him back with everything I had.

I woke the next morning to a tickle on my stomach. I smiled and reached down, finding Edward's head resting on my bare skin. He kissed just above my belly button and continued up under my shirt until he reached my breasts.

"I know I said I wanted you to keep this on, but I sure missed out last night…" He murmured. I laughed and bit down on my lip as he circled his tongue around. It turned into a desperate whimper as he reached down and pushed his hand between my legs.

"Bella? Are you awake?" My mom called, knocking at my door. My heart stopped. I pushed Edward down under the covers as she popped her head in. "Good morning, honey." She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and surveyed the room.

Please don't see his clothes. I closed my eyes.

"I have breakfast ready." She lingered at the end of my bed for a moment before glancing back my way. "Tell Edward he's welcome to join us."

I gasped and looked down. Edward's feet were poking out of the end of the bed. He slowly tucked them back in and sat up.

"Hi, Renee," he said, waving slightly.

I was mortified. My mother knew I wasn't a virgin obviously. I had sex. She probably knew I still had it bad for Edward. But this was incomparable. I felt like I was shrinking into a little red ball of heat.

"Morning." She smiled and closed the door.

"Oh my God." I pulled the blanket up over my face. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Come on. It wasn't that bad." He got out of bed and started pulling his clothes on. "Just be thankful it wasn't Charlie."

"Charlie?" I popped up and started scrambling out of bed. I glanced at the clock and yanked some clothes off the floor. "Charlie! We have to get downstairs in the next two minutes. He always goes down for breakfast at 7:40. Like clockwork."

Edward laughed and helped me get dressed and presentable with thirty seconds to spare. We hurried downstairs and sat down at the table just as he started down the stairs.

"Good morning!" Charlie said. He glanced at Edward and his brow furrowed. "Edward." He reached out and shook his hand. "What are you doing around these parts so early?"

I almost choked on my milk.

"He came to pick Bella up," Mom said. "You know they have that picnic thing going on today. They're going to help set up."

"Oh?" Charlie said. "Well that's nice, then." He sat down and started eating.

Edward fought a smile and kicked my leg under the table as he ate a forkful of eggs.

Thank you, Mom.


A/N: "The talk" will be the next chapter. These two definitely had some sexual tension to let out first. : )

Thank you for reading! : )