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AN: Thank you for your support as I continue writing this story! It's my first time writing a fanfic and your love is so incredibly appreciated and motivating, I adore you all! I do not have a posting schedule but I aim for a chapter every two or three days although expect a new chapter within the next day or two!


I waste no time after I make my decision, pulling on a pair of shoes and walking out of my apartment with my keys in hand, leaving a note on the fridge for Rosalie.

I climb into my car, the digital clock on my radio informing me that it's nearly three am and my courage falters for a second, but then I remember last night and how quickly you came over to see me, it feels like a lifetime ago and I inhale and exhale deeply before driving out of the parking lot, listening to a soulful voice on the radio sing about second chances and lost love.

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It's well past three am when I finally arrive, having gotten lost at least three times in my haste to make it back to you and the relief that I feel when I finally see the two-story Tudor is from head to toe.

I stand at your door, knocking a few times more than necessary before stepping back, my hands shaking and my heart pounding as I hear you making your way through the house.

I hear locks click and the door opens to reveal you standing there - you're shirtless, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama pants and there are lines from your pillow on your cheek and sleep in your eyes and you're still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I open my mouth to speak but you beat me to it.

"Thank god," you say, your voice hoarse from sleep and then pulling me inside of the house and into your embrace simultaneously. The relief I feel is instantaneous and the warmth from your bare chest heats my entire body.

You pull away from me after a few moments, taking in my hazardous appearance and cup my face with your hands, running your thumbs over my cheeks.

"You lied to me today and we're going to talk about it after we both get some sleep, okay?" you ask, smiling a little but I know you're pissed at me and I'm okay with that.

"Okay," I whisper and that must be that because you lock the front door behind me and pull me by my hand upstairs to your bedroom where you climb into the monster of the bed in the middle of the room.

I pull my shoes off and go to climb into the bed with you, but you stop me, taking off all of my clothes except for my panties off before tugging me into your arms, holding my back against your chest, where I replay over and over in my head the look of relief on my face when you opened the door.

I fall asleep smiling at the thought that it's me that you want.

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You wake up before me and I find that I enjoy that you're a morning person, but I hate waking up in a bed without you next to me.

I sit up quickly when I remember where I am, and I take a few minutes just to look at your bedroom and I'm not even a little bit surprised by how gorgeous it all is. Every item in the room complements one another, from the dark stain of the king-sized bed frame and matching dresser that I suspect you made yourself to the navy feature wall at the head of the bed, it's stunning and I'm completely blown away by the beauty of it all.

I smell something burning then, and I hastily pull on one of your shirts and run down the stairs quickly but the sight that greets me when I enter the kitchen stops me in my tracks.

"What are you doing?!" I almost shriek, alarmed by the sight of charred food in a frying pan over the stove that I suspect was on fire a few moments ago.

"Cooking breakfast," you groan, running your hands through your hair in frustration before taking the pan off of the burner and throwing it and the food into a bin.

You turn and look at me then, smiling sheepishly before scratching your stubble as you take in my state of almost undress, your eyes darkening as my nipples pebble under your gaze.

"Move," I tell you, wanting nothing more than for you to touch me but knowing that we really need to talk again before that happens.

"What?"

"Sit down, I'm in love with this house and I'm not going to watch you burn it down over some eggs," I tell you, pulling the necessary ingredients out of the fridge for omelettes and bacon.

You sit at the breakfast bar, your face resting on your hands as you watch me make you breakfast and laugh at me when my stomach rumbles and I don't even know why I doubted this yesterday, why I doubted for a second that this could be real.

You don't talk until we're sitting side by side eating the food that I made and I've never been more glad to know how to cook more than I am now, it was your mother who once told me that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach and when I hear you groan in pleasure as you eat the omelette I've made you, I send a silent thank you to Esme Cullen.

"What happened yesterday?" you ask me quietly and my heart clenches because I was so quick to dismiss your interest in me as fleeting and although it's been years since I knew you, I know that you haven't changed so much that you would mess with me, both physically and emotionally.

"I was looking at Alice's wedding photo and I saw a picture on your shelf and I kind of…freaked out, I guess," I admit, looking down at my almost empty plate, afraid to meet your gaze.

"What picture?" you ask and I look up at you because you sound as confused as I felt yesterday and I swallow loudly.

"It was you…uh…kissing someone," I say, clenching my fist on my thigh, trying not to convey my insane jealousy.

You leave the room so quickly that you're almost a flash in my peripherals and you're back quickly, holding the picture that caused me countless tears in your hand.

My jaw falls open almost comically when you walk over to the bin and drop the picture in there, the sound of glass shattering echoes through the silent room before you stalk back over to me, I turn on my seat to face you and you pin me to the breakfast bar, your hands on the bench either side of me and your eyes boring into mine.

"When I decided that I wanted to build this house I had a girlfriend, her name was Tanya. We broke up before the house was even finished, but her sister Kate is married to my friend Garrett and they helped me move in here when it was done and I guess she put the picture there in the hope that I would feel nostalgic enough to get back together with her sister. I wouldn't have even known the picture was there if you hadn't have said anything," you admit and I don't know if the intense relief I am feeling is on my face but it radiates throughout my entire body and I hold back a sigh.

"Is that the only reason you ran from me?" you whisper, running your nose along the length of my neck and I stifle a moan.

"I was worried," I whisper as your fingers begin to trace patterns along my naked thighs, higher and higher with each second.

"Worried about what?"

"I was worried that you didn't really want me, that I was just a rebound or a one night stand," I admit quietly and your hands stop their motions and you pull back to look at me, your eyes almost black with fury – and lust.

"Are you fucking kidding me Bella?" you demand and I blush and try to look down but you won't have any of that, pulling my chin back up so that brown will meet green once again. I'm almost embarrassed by how wet I can feel myself becoming after hearing you swear.

"I have wanted to do nothing but fuck you until you can't walk since I saw you in that bar last week," you say in the most low, hoarse and undeniably erotic voice I have ever heard and as a result I feel my arousal soak my underwear and I throb for you harder than ever.

"Oh," I say dumbly.

"I guess I'll just have to prove it to you then," you say, smirking at me wickedly before pulling my mouth to yours.