A/N: Not many of you decided to review. Let's see if I could change that.

Disclaimer: The story is mine, the imagination is yours, and yet because of my characters' names, Stephenie Meyer gets the credit.

Ch 8 April – Spring Break

Saturday arrived and the two college students headed to the airport where they took a flight to JFK International Airport in New York and then a connecting flight to London, England. They stayed in London for just two nights making the most of their time. They saw Buckingham Palace and Big Ben, walked across the street at Westminster Abbey, and took pictures with the crooked lines. Then they were off by boat to France across the English Channel and stayed at the Laurent Family Inn. It was a small, but comfortable location. The hosts did their best to make their guests happy. Edward and Isabella climbed the Eiffel Tower, admiring the view that seemed to go on forever. They enjoyed the sights of most of the City of Lights. They sat in a café having real croissants and coffee. They visited the Louvre and saw the Mona Lisa. Then they took a train and traveled all night to Madrid, Spain. Isabella took advantage of the cabin car and lay down to sleep. The traveling was exhausting. Edward mostly sat in his seat watching her and drifting in and out of consciousness. Once in Spain they attended the bullfight and met up with one of Edward's clients. He had a home there when he wasn't traveling.

"It is so good to see you, Señor Masen," Señor Diego welcomed them, "and it is nice you brought Señorita Swan along with you. It is rare for us to see one another during a time of siesta - no work."

"Well it is very kind of you to offer us a place to stay," Edward commented.

"It is fortunate we are in Madrid at the same time."

He showed them to their rooms and told them they could make themselves comfortable. He pointed them to the shower and the laundry room. "Dinner will be available en una hora - one hour."

At dinner Isabella asked Edward to review the next of their trip's plans.

"Well, we'll spend one more day in Spain then we will go to Portugal. From there we will fly to Italy. There's a lot to see there. I think we should spend three or more days to allow for travel time. There are a few cities, Rome, Pisa, Venice, we should go to, but they are not near each other."

"I can't believe it is already the end of the week. It feels good to be in the comforts of home," she sighed.

"This feels like your home?"

"Well, more like yours," she corrected.

He yawned. "I could really use a good night's sleep."

._.

By the time they were done with Italy, it was Wednesday and they were headed off to Greece. They signed up for a popular tour bus company. What they hadn't anticipated was how popular it was. The company had several buses, one for each language available. Edward and Isabella's bus pulled up to the museum parking lot slightly off from the walkway to the entrance. The group followed the tour guide into the museum.

"Edward, do you have my camera?"

He stopped to check his backpack. "No. When was the last time you saw it?"

"A minute ago. I think I left it on the bus."

"Well hurry up and get it. I'll tell the guide to wait." She ran off to the bus and went inside.

As she searched all around the seats, people begin entering the bus. "Oh man I missed it." She went to sit down and the bus pulled out. "Wait," she mumbled, "Where is Edward?"

She stood up looking around at all the people. The guide told her something from across the bus in a language that sounded like Italian. She sat down swearing to herself frantically searching through her bag to find her phone.

"Oh please pick up ... pick up!" Tears were starting to build in her eyes and her vision clouded over.

"Hello, Isabella? Where are you? They are not waiting."

"Edward," she sobbed. "I got on the wrong bus. These people are speaking Italian and they left with me on it!"

"Tell them to let you off!"

She quickly stood up and ran to the front of the bus. "Por favora. Um ... um." The tour guide yelled at her and pointed to the seat. "Wait you need to let me off. I'm on the wrong bus. Please? My group is back there." She pointed out the window.

The guide looked at her strangely and said something in what sounded like a third language to the bus driver.

"Off, off, I need to get off! Please?!" she yelled. She lifted the phone back to her ear. "They don't understand me." She sat on the vacant seat.

"Okay," Edward said in a panic voice. "I'm getting the guide." He went to find the guide once more. "Sir, sir my girlfriend, she's on the wrong bus. The tour left with her on it. You need to help me."

"Excuse me sir. I am not understanding. Start from the beginning."

Edward explained that she went back onto the bus to get her camera, but went on the wrong one.

"Sorry sir, but this is not my problem. I need to finish the tour."

"What! But you have to help her!"

"What do you expect me to do?"

"Don't you have a way to contact the other bus?"

"You need to speak to our driver. He could help you with that." The guy pointed to the corner where their driver waited.

"Edward, Edward, what's going on?" Isabella's voice asked.

"Hold on," he told her. "Sir, Mr. Bus driver?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. I need your help. See my girlfriend got on one of the other tour buses."

"Where is she headed?" he asked in the Greek accent.

"Where are you headed?" Edward repeated into the phone.

She went to the guide. "Where are we going?"

The guide pointed to the seat and spoken Italian again.

Isabella looked at the people on the bus. "Does anyone speak English?"

Someone from the back stood up and came to the front. "I speak a little."

"Good. Tell them I'm on the wrong bus. I need to know where we're going."

The man spoke to the guide then turn back to Isabella. "Parthenon."

"Edward, we're going to the Parthenon."

He conveyed the message to the driver. "We are not scheduled to go there until tomorrow," the driver explained. "They are following a different plan."

"What should we do?" Edward asked.

The driver took Edward's phone. "Hello Miss? Give the phone to the guide."

"Who is this?" she asked.

"I can help. Please, I speak the language." Isabella handed the phone to the guide.

She looked at it questioningly. Isabella spoke to the man who was helping her. "Tell her it's for her."

He said it in Italian and the guide took the phone. "Allo?"

The voice mumbled through the phone and Isabella just watched as a guide communicated to the driver in Greek.

"Allo? Allo!" The guide gave the phone back to Isabella and said something to the men.

"She said, it dead," the man translated.

"What?" She glanced at the phone trying to turn it on. "No, no this can't be happening." On the other side Edward was trying to call Isabella again, but it kept going to voicemail.

The tour guide came out with the other people and everyone got onto the bus. "I have an idea," the driver said.

The tour Isabella was on continued on to the Parthenon. She stayed close to the English-speaking man. His wife seemed a bit peeved by the extra attention he was getting and was swearing at him in Italian. When the tour ended everyone got back onto the bus, but the man told Isabella not to come. "Stay here."

"But I can't stay alone," she argued.

"Have no choice. Go to inn." He pointed in the direction across the street by the vehicle service. "To sleep."

"What?"

"This place close. Inn near here." His wife pulled him onto the bus.

"But...but."

The guide got on last. She pointed to the vehicle service and said, "Aphrodite."

Isabella knew Aphrodite was the goddess of love, but didn't understand why she was giving her the moniker.

She walked over to the service station. "I need to get to an Inn."

"Which one?" an English-speaking driver asked with a heavy accent.

"I don't know. A close one."

"There are a few."

She thought about it for a bit then asked, "Is there one that is called Aphrodite?"

"Yes actually."

"Then take me there," she requested. She was glad Edward suggested they split the money up for the trip, so if either one of them lost their bag there would still be enough money to get them at least home.

Once she got there she didn't know what else to do. She tried her phone again and cussed at herself for not charging it when she had the chance. She just walked around the inn, wishing there was some way to contact Edward. As the hour got late, she stayed in the lobby watching the new guests arrive exhausted from their own trips to the interesting locations. Her eyes filled with water and misted up her vision as she once again wished for Edward. She went to sit on one of the chairs set out to give the lobby a homey feel. She sat straight against its back facing the entrance and closed her eyes. Her tears rolled down and she just let them fall.

Someone touched her face, wiping away the tears on each side with their thumbs. Her head couldn't move from the touch, because it was against the headrest.

She opened her eyes. "Don't cry Isabella." It was Edward. He was kneeling in front of her.

"Edward! You're really here?"

"Yes. I can't believe I found you." She grabbed him quickly pulling into a hug. "I was so worried." He was pulling in her scent.

"How did you find me?"

"When your phone went dead the driver radioed in and they somehow got a hold of the bus driver. They knew there was an inn near the Parthenon, but they needed to tell you to stay there without them. I thought you wouldn't even understand, let alone stay here, but you did."

"Someone on the bus spoke some English. Oh Edward, can we just go home?"

"Whatever you say."

._.

The next morning they had a car take them to the airport. Because the return flight was non-transferable, they needed to stay two days in London until their planned flight. They booked a room in a hotel for the remainder of the vacation.

"I have never been so scared in all my life," she told him.

"I know what you mean. I would never have forgiven myself if anything happened to you."

When it was time for bed, Isabella asked if she could share with him. "It's the only way I'll feel safe." The two nights she cuddled into his side as he stroked her hair nodding her off to dreamland.

Saturday they flew back to Phoenix, Arizona and were back in the university by late afternoon. They first took Isabella's things to her dormitory and then went to Edward's. He wanted to give her back her necklace and bracelet. He took out the ring box too.

"I didn't realize at the time how significant this charm would become." He opened the box to two pendants, a boy and a girl linked together.

"I guess this will remind us to always stick together," she suggested.

"I think that's a good idea," he smiled briefly.

"I guess I should head back to my dorm."

"Why don't you stay here tonight? Angela won't be back until tomorrow. You'll be alone in your dorm room."

"I don't have anything to sleep in."

"You could borrow something of mine."

._.

Edward slipped into the bed behind Isabella with her wearing only his t-shirt, shorts, and her own underwear. He, like usual, was shirtless. He wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her in close. His nose took in the scent of her and his instincts took over. His lips rubbed against the exposed skin of her shoulder and they turned into tiny kisses.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

He paused. "I'm loving you." He waited a moment. "Do you want me to stop?"

She turned around to face him. "No." She looked at his lips as she leaned into them.

Something suddenly took him over as he maneuvered himself on top of her. His mouth left hers as it made its way to the space behind her ear, moving down to her neck and throat. She gasped as his arm found its way up her shirt planting his palm squarely on her breast. He grinded himself against her leg as he made his way back to her mouth.

"Edward," she panted. Her heart raced to keep up with her intense emotions.

"Breathe Isabella," he uttered as he slowed down. He kissed her once again before lifting the shirt off her body completely and planting his face upon her mounds. He held one as the other was flicked by his tongue. His other hand slipped below the top of the loose shorts. The fabric slipped down to below her knees. His fingers played, lightly touching the exposed skin of her inner thigh.

His head came back up to her neck and face again, kissing the breath out of her. "Does this feel good?" he asked. She nodded as she enjoyed his breath beside her ear. "Well, it's about to get great," he said as he slipped his hand beneath her underwear.

._.

Isabella awoke the next morning feeling unfamiliar with her surroundings. She realized Edward's arms still comfortably wrapped around her. She slipped out of the bed taking the sheets with her to cover herself up to enter the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and was disgusted with the messy-haired person and saw. She remembered the moment he stopped to slip on a condom. It was her chance to stop it, but he made her feel so good when he touched her. She wanted more ... she wanted him — more than she wanted anything. She felt like a common slut, covered in filth and she needed to wash it off. She hopped into the shower and curled into a ball, tears streaming down, mixing with the heated liquid in the tub.

Edward woke up from the sound of falling water and came to find her, a smile plastered to his face. He slipped on some bottoms before speaking. "Isabella, can I come in?" He turned the knob without waiting for a response. "Sorry. I really need to go." He heard her sobs and came closer pulling the curtain away. "Isabella, are you okay?" He shut the water and placed a towel over her. She shook her head. He was full of concern. "What's wrong?"

She looked up. "I wanted to wait."

"Excuse me?"

"Till I was married to have sex … I wanted to wait until I was married."

"Oh … why?"

"I just … it's, I … I just did." She thought for a bit. "I wanted it to mean something, to have one guy and not like my mom. Not that I blame her. It's her life, but it's not for me."

"I don't understand," he questioned.

She sighed. "I wanted to be married first so that I have the one guy I love forever."

"But that's what I don't understand," he clarified. "Isn't that me? Aren't I the guy you love? The one you want to spend forever with?"

Her face reddened slightly. " … Yes."

"So we were a little early. It doesn't mean because we skipped a step, we can't go back to it. Wasn't that the plan? We were going to be together, married one day?"

"But Edward, your secretaries thinking I was sleeping with the boss — now I am. You were my boss and I slept with you. I'm a harlot." Her head bowed down in shame.

"Don't ever say that!" He lifted her chin to look at him. "You're nothing like that. You're not even my employee. You are my girlfriend, the girl I love and will always love." He smoothed down her hair around her face and kissed her forehead. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, because you didn't ruin anything."

She looked at the sincerity in his face. "If it's all the same to you, don't tell anyone."

"Who am I going to tell? I keep telling myself and I don't believe it." A smile lifted her cheeks. "So finish your shower. I suspect Angela will be back soon and I need to make some business calls to Mr. Jay. I expect a lot has happened over the two weeks and I can only imagine what could have gone wrong."

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