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We'll just call them Hot Mama and Jailbait. :) Check the pictures in my FB group: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction (link on my profile)

Edward's POV

I have Bella in my arms.

She's under me - moaning, thrashing, yelling my name.

Fuck.

I'm holding her tightly, pumping into her — it's better than I imagined.

A thud startles me. Shit, it's been a dream. And I'm pitching a tent. Thank fuck she's no longer in bed.

It would have been awkward to explain. I'm a teen after all.

After a much needed shower and release, I promise myself to never sleep next to Bella again. Too damn dangerous.

She's in the kitchen with Grandma. They're chatting over coffee. Bella throws me a small smile while Grandma directs me to my breakfast.

I wonder what's up with Bella. She looks really flustered. She's seen me in just bottoms before.

"Any plans for today?" I ask through a mouthful of pancakes.

"I was just telling Bella about the new mall."

"Not my thing," she whispers. "You can go with Edward."

"We can just stay home?" I wonder. "It's raining."

"Oh, because the weather stopped you going out before?" Bella rolls her eyes. "It always rains in Seattle."

Grandma pats my hand. "Then we can stay home. We can catch up. I'd love to hear more about you."

After breakfast, we move to the living room and Grandma's questionnaire begins. I tell her about school, of course, skipping the bad parts like all the times Bella got called into Volturi's office because of me.

"What about girlfriends?" Grandma whispers, smirking.

What about them? I think.

"Nothing to tell you," I mumble, embarrassed.

I hate when people ask about this.

"Oh, don't be shy, honey! Come on, tell me. You must have a girlfriend. You're too handsome to be single."

I feel my whole face burning as I try not to meet her eyes.

I wish Bella wasn't here, studiously ignoring our conversation, watching TV.

"Okay maybe one or two," I answer. "But not now," I add loudly. "I'm focused on studying – my last year."

"Yes. That's good." Grandma pats my arm. "What are you thinking of doing in college?"

That's the trick question. I've no idea.

I'm hoping to have a talk with Bella soon. Maybe she'll help me.

I shrug and turn my eyes to the TV.

"We haven't discussed options yet," Bella tells Grandma, not turning to us. "He's very good at computers, but it depends if he likes it enough to make a career out of it."

I shrug again although she can't see.

I wonder what the fuck happened overnight.

She's never been so distant before.

Oh, fuck. Did she feel me?

Holy fuck!

I hope she didn't, because if she did…I probably scared her and…blew all my nonexistent chances.

I hear Grandma asking something, but I'm panicking and can't make out the words.

"No, Kitty!" Bella groans loudly. "He never wanted to become a doctor!"

I will never admit it out loud, but blood makes me sick. So yeah, doctor is out of question.

Grandma seems to lay off the girlfriend subject, asking more stuff about school. Then she is suddenly interested in Bella's love life.

"Do you think I have time?" Comes Bella's annoyed answer. "Even if I had, I don't think it's the right time to start a relationship."

Right.

We talked about this last night.

I still have no idea how we ended up talking about this but I was moments away from asking a stupid thing.

I have to stick to my plan – Aspen.

"Honey, you need to find someone. Edward will leave in a few years let's face it, and then you'll be alone. And you're too young to come home to an empty house."

Grandma – the voice of reason.

I want to tell her to shut up because if my plan works, I'll never leave the house. Bella will come home to me.

Eventually I escape to the bedroom and steal Bella's laptop to talk to Em. He can't stay much online because relatives and family friends keep coming to his house. Poor guy.

His dad is a senator or some shit, hardly ever home, and now when he's actually there, he has to share him with stupid family. I know he misses him, though he never says it.

At least his dad is alive.

Once he signs out from our conversation, I make sure the door is shut before I start snooping through Bella's folders. I find pictures of different events.

My eyes sting as I see a picture of her and Dad, taken about a week or so before it happened. They looked so much in love.

How can I think of such things?

Bella will never accept that.

Dad probably hates me right now for even thinking of sleeping with his wife.

Shit. I'm such a sick bastard.

I can never have her.

When I hear footsteps close to the door, I close the folder and gasp as I see for the first time her desktop wallpaper.

It's a picture of us – just me and Bella. We're making funny faces. I remember Dad taking this picture a couple years ago.

He said he had two kids to which Bella gasped and hugged me around the neck, planting a huge smooch on my cheek.

I'm staring at the wallpaper, lost in memories when the door opens and Bella steps inside.

"What are you doing with my laptop?" she inquires.

"Uh." I clear my throat and rub my eyes. "Talked with Emmett a little. Nice picture you have here," I comment.

She blushes for some reason and narrows her eyes at me. "Were you snooping around?"

"No, woman!" I groan. Maybe a little.

"Hmph. That's a nice picture," she says softly, coming to sit next to me.

I'm extra aware of her warm hip pressing against mine. Her arm comes to rest on my shoulder as she opens a folder that contains all the pictures taken that day. There are tons of silly pictures. I forgot about them.

As she looks through them, commenting on one pose or another, I lean closer, inhaling her scent off her hair.

I want to bury my nose in it.

I want to hug her.

I want to kiss that spot behind her ear.

But I know she'll never want anything like that.

Grandma calls for us that lunch is ready and the moment is broken. Maybe it's for the best because I can't be responsible around Bella.

Grandma seems adamant about knowing my history with girls. It's awkward as fuck.

"Kitty, he spends his whole time with his best friend, Emmett," Bella interrupts her, slightly irritated.

Thanks. I grin at her and she winks.

"Oh." Grandma turns to me, looking concerned.

What now?

Then she looks at Bella. "Be careful with that. Spending too much time around another boy…with no interest in girls…"

Bella's fork clatters to the plate and I wish I could disappear.

"Grandma," I hiss. "I'm not…gay," I whisper the word. "I had three girlfriends, okay? Definitely interested in girls." Women. Bella.

"Oh. Just saying," Grandma giggles.

Bella's awfully quiet.

I hope she doesn't think anything.

Urgh.

Why did Grandma have to suggest this shit?

Once we're done eating, Bella sends Grandma to nap. I offer to help her with the dishes, hoping to have some alone time with her.

"I wash, you rinse?" I suggest.

"Do you know how to wash the plates without breaking them?" Bella teases me.

"Yeeess!" I roll my eyes.

We start the process of washing and rinsing.

Bella assures me that she knows I'm not into guys. Apparently Emmett's mom once talked to her about this but then they realized they were wrong.

I don't know what scares me the most – that Bella is friends with Emmett's mom or that she thought at some point that I might be gay.

She's teasing me about the hours I stay cooped in my room with Em when he's visiting. It's getting old so I thrust a soapy plate in her hands, but touch her chest with it.

Ooops.

Her white shirt is suddenly see-through. She's wearing a red bra.

"Edward!" she gasps. "Look what you've done! I'm all wet!"

That's good, I think amused.

"Take that dirty mind of your out of the gutter!" she slaps the dishtowel to my back.

I chuckle and scoop some soapy dishwater throwing it at her. Now there's another see-through spot on her stomach.

"Seriously, dude!" She pushes me and I slip on the water we put on the floor while passing dishes to one another. "Whoa!" Bella exclaims surprised and reaches for my arm to keep me steady.

I'm already falling so I take her with me.

My ass isn't happy at all though I have Bella sprawled on top of me, pressing deliciously against all the right spots.

"Hi." I grin up at her.

"No. Being all cute doesn't make me forgive you," she mutters, pretending to be upset.

"Aw, come on. Have some fun!" I wrap my arms around her back.

This is dangerous, but I can't control my body anymore.

She squirms in my arms, bracing her hands on my shoulders. "Let me up. I'm all wet. I need to change."

"Nope." I smirk and raise my head.

Fuck, I'm so close to her plump lips.

I can feel her breath on my face.

"Edward, what the—"

Before she can finish her question, she sneezes. Thankfully aiming it somewhere to our right.

"Stupid cats," she mumbles, squirming again.

I let her up this time.

I really have to wait another month until I'll make a move if I don't lose the nerve.

"I'll finish here," I say as she leaves to change her clothes.

"Don't break anything. Kitty will kill you," she warns me over her shoulder.

"Kay!"

"And I'll miss you."

I beam at the glass in my hand. She'll miss me.

Progress, right?

PS: Please keep Cara's baby in your thoughts and prayers. I'm still not over the shock. :'(