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To answer the question, yes... it was a dream.

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EPOV

I felt like such a douche bag walking back into my room and shutting the door behind me. I laid my back against the cold door letting my emotions seep out into the air around me; I was torn. On one hand I was angry with myself. My entire intention for the night was to get to know Bella better, and aside from the few things I had learned about her at the restaurant, I was still just as clueless about her as I was in London. Something kept telling me that there was more to her than just her looks but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was like an itch in the middle of your back you just can't reach, constantly nagging you until it drives you crazy. On the other hand, I was full of regret. Bella was so beautiful, lying on the mattress with her hair splayed out around her, glossy eyes glittering up at me, puckering her lips begging for more kisses. I grabbed my head in anguish and frustration as I dug my fingers into my skull. The image was threatening to burn itself into my memory forever. I wanted more memories like that, only without so many articles of clothing. In the war between my head and my heart, no… more like my head and my penis: Neither was winning. Each time I thought of something I would have done differently to right the situation, another thought swooped in to knock it out of the way. It was exhausting, mentally and physically.

I dragged my feet as I finally made my way to bed, releasing the vice grip on my head finger by finger. I kicked off my shoes and tore off my shirt in a hurry to collapse to the bed. As the soft fabric passed over my head, I smelled the perfume that lingered on the threads. It was a sweet flowery concoction, under laced with a slight cotton candy fragrance. My nose twitched as I analyzed the scent, begging me to dive straight into the shirt and inhale deeply. I refrained and tossed the material to the floor; smelling her on my clothes only made the battle rage on further. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants to the floor before throwing back the comforter and climbing into the bed. I eyeballed the Indiglo clock I'd packed from home; 3:55 am.

I rolled over onto my side and faced the window, closing my eyes in an attempt to get some sleep. The group was supposed to go on another guided tour later today, but I wasn't sure of the time. Alice would probably wake me up early as always to approve my outfit for the day's events. I groaned as I thought about Alice going to Bella's room in the morning, thinking I'd stayed there with her for the night only to find I wasn't there at all. The thoughts brought back the images of Bella lying on her feather covered bed, mascara staining her face as the tears slid down into the comforter. A beautiful face; marred by the emotions of pain and hurt and the streaks of black that were left as evidence. My chest began to ache fiercely as I rolled to my back and raked my hands raggedly through my hair in frustration. They were emotions that I had put there. Me, a total asshole that could now make girls I barely knew cry.

The war inside turned to thoughts about going back to her room to comfort her. My head was telling me that I probably should, considering how 'I'm sorry' was a piss poor farewell and apology. I started saying all of the things I could tell her to bring her tears to an end out loud but nothing was coming out right.

"I'm sorry for being such a jerk," I explained to the darkness, "I just think this is moving to fast." Great, now I'm talking to myself over this bullshit.

My dick had other plans however, coming back to attention at just the thought of comforting her in its own way. Mental images of Bella's legs spread wide with me pounding into her, lapping up her sweet delicious kisses. My common sense was growling at the notion, spitting back all of the ways that it wasn't right and wouldn't fix a thing.

There was no way I was sleeping anytime soon so I resolved to shower and at least relieve the frustration that was plaguing one half of my mind and body. I threw the covers back again and put my feet on the floor. The blue of the clock face was screaming at me in the darkness, 5:35 am. Had I really been laying in the bed thinking about this for over an hour?

I huffed and yanked my Calvin Klein's to the floor as I stood, tossing them into the pile of clothes accumulating on the floor. It felt like I was dragging my body to the bathroom door; my body was exhausted but my mind was already a hundred paces ahead, still battling it out. I knocked on the door to make sure I wasn't barging in on Alice, listening for any sounds of her on the other side of the door. When no one answered me I opened the door and flipped the light switch, burning my retinas with the contrast from my dark room to the bright lighting. After a few minutes of squinting and wiping the moisture from my eyes I turned on the water in the shower.

The tiny little stall shower they put in this miniscule space was a poor excuse for a bathroom. The stall was backed up in a corner with the toilet almost in the shower wall. The vanity held only one sink, which at the moment was covered with all of Alice's makeup and hair contraptions. There wasn't even enough room for my cologne, deodorant, hair gel or toothbrush; not one speck of the counter top was visible. I chuckled at picturing Alice cursing the small space like I did now. We were used to far more opulent spaces.

I opened the stall door and stepped under the spray of water, tensing up since it was still cold. My hormones cooled down with the water as well and I was briefly relieved, I might actually get to sleep for a little while. As I closed my eyes and pressed my hands to the glass in front of me, I let the water spray into my hair and roll down my back and across my shoulders. I felt the water temperature rise as I stood there in silence, letting the water wash away the tension and massage my scalp with its pressure. I palmed the travel soap container I'd thrown in the holder earlier and grabbed the bar from the plastic case. The heat of the water beating into my chest was soothing as I lathered the soap and started to wash, filling up the tiny stall with the fragrance of honey and lilacs.

I started with my arms, sliding the bar across the muscles from shoulder to finger tip before bringing the bar back up and washing under my arms and across my chest. My pace was slow since I was trying to relax and enjoy the heat. My mind had gotten pretty quiet since I had made it to the bathroom and I sighed aloud as I continued to wash each pectoral. After washing my stomach, I rubbed the soap bar gently between my hands to gain a good lather before dropping the soap back into the container. I began to wash the juncture where my legs met my hips when the memory jolted itself back into my mind.

I groaned loudly and pressed my forehead to the glass wall as the image planted itself and spread like wildfire. Bella's beautiful brown curls, cascading down her back as she rested on her knees in front of me; chocolate eyes looking up into mine as she took me into her pouty rose colored lips. The wetness of her mouth in my fantasy was extraordinary; making little sounds as she gently sucked me in. My hand slid around my shaft at the pace I imagined her head bobbing as the water fell down my back, filling the cramped space with heat. I sucked in greedy pulls of air, filling my lungs with the thick steam as the pace quickened and the soap gave just the right amount of lubrication. I felt my climax building as I slammed my eyes shut and cupped my balls, envisioning Bella's tiny hand as my own massaging them lightly.

"Fuuuck me," I moaned to the illusion in my mind as I exploded under the spray.

"Sounds like you're doing a pretty good job all by yourself there champ," Alice laughed darkly on the other side of the shower door.

I froze in shock as I realized what she caught me doing; my panting was the only noise until she spoke again.

"Be serious Edward," she chuckled, "Did you really think I didn't know what you were doing? I could hear you moaning and groaning through my wall!" She started imitating my noise rather obnoxiously as I seethed behind the frosted glass doors.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and grab me a towel?" I snapped at her.

"No need to get so harsh with me brother. I won't tolerate it," I could see the dark blob on the other side crossing her arms in a pout.

"Fine," I sighed, "Can you please hand me a towel?"

"Say you're sorry…"

"I'm sorry Alice," I confessed. Sometimes it was just better to let her have her way.

"You're in a rather foul mood," she pointed out as she tossed the towel over the top of the stall, "I dressed her up so you'd be happy."

I finished washing off and cut the water off before grabbing the fluffy towel to dry off. Wrapping it around my waist, I opened the door and cut my eyes at her sharply and gave her a smile.

"Well not everyone has four foot midgets barging in on their shower routine at five thirty in the morning," I laughed, walking to the vanity.

"Actually its six thirty Edward," she huffed and crossed her arms again, "A perfectly acceptable time for me to be awake and getting ready for the day."

I watched her stick her little nose in the air in a snobby gesture as I washed my face in the little sink. As I cut the faucet off, I knocked a small lipstick tube into the wet sink basin which made her pissed off.

"Why don't you watch what your doing?!" she squealed, making my ears ring.

"Its lipstick Alice," I retorted, "you'll get over it or get a new one," I added and walked back into my room.

I was grateful she didn't follow me as my annoyance with her began to build. She'd never violated my privacy like that before, and I seriously doubted that it was because she wanted to get ready for the day like she claimed. I saw the sunlight brightening up my window as it began to rise over this city skyline and I cursed internally. The time for sleeping had passed; it was time to start a new day.

I rummaged through my bag, pulling out all of the necessary items for the day. Sliding a fresh pair of Calvin Klein's over my hips, I started getting dressed. Dark jeans and a black shirt were suitable to my mood and comfortable enough I wouldn't be miserable walking around Paris. I rubbed my eyes wearily, trying to wake up enough that I could function. Getting through this tour was going to require coffee, stat.

The door from the bathroom opened as I pulled my shirt over my head and raked a hand through my wet hair. Alice stood there glaring at me, arms crossed in her fluffy pink bathrobe that made her look like a twisted poodle. I usually laughed at her post shower attire, but the look on her face read 'all business.' I didn't miss the fact that she unconsciously eyed my attire in disgust.

"So what is your problem Edward?" she asked in a pissy tone, "Did you not have a 'good time'?" she held up her fingers to accent the words.

"Really Alice, is your mission to be annoying as hell this morning? You're doing a fine job of it, really."

She stomped her foot into the floor and threw her hands up in the air at me.

"You started it!" she wailed, "I can't help it that you can't even thank me for setting you two up. Unless…" she trailed off for a second and narrowed her eyes at me, "Unless of course you managed to royally screw it all up, which I don't know how that's even possible. I did damn near everything for you."

I rolled my eyes at her ranting then looked to the floor in guilt. I heard her gasp in shock as she read the emotion on my face and I lifted my eyes back up to look at her. The color of red she was turning was that of pure fury and it shone in her eyes, raw and unfiltered.

"What…did… you… do?" she spat out at me through clenched teeth.

"None of your business," I growled.

"You're wrong," she seethed, eyes flashing bright green with anger as she pointed at me, "It becomes my business when she has my clothes, when I've invested hours into dolling her up for you. When I take the time out of my day to help you… THAT'S when it becomes my business."

"Calm down Alice, I don't want to talk about it," I'd never seen her this angry…

"Calm down?" she laughed darkly, "You want me to calm down? I think it would be in your best interest if you tell me what the hell is going on," she challenged me.

I sighed and explained the night I had shared in Bella's company because quite frankly, I didn't want Alice to punch me. Even play fighting with her hurt at home, so I could only imagine the pain she could inflict with her rage going at full speed. I watched as her emotions cooled at the beginning of my explanation then switched to shock and finally back to anger. As I explained how I left Bella there crying, my chest started to ache again, longing to go comfort her but knowing I didn't have the right words to say. That was if she was even willing to listen to my pathetic excuses.

"Oh you've totally fucked this up Edward," she threw her dagger eyes at me. Hearing her curse was surprising, but I kept looking at the floor.

"Don't you think I know that?"

"Well, I can tell you I'm not going to be the one to fix this," she paused, "Even if she does have my clothes, this is the bed you've made, now you have to lay in it."

"I was afraid you'd say that," I grumbled.

"You really think I'd do the dirty work for you Edward?" she crossed her arms and tapped her foot waiting for me to answer, "You left her there thinking she was unwanted. I'm pretty sure she's thinking something is wrong with herself right now."

"I only did it to protect her!" I shouted.

"Protect her from what?! She was giving you consent you moron, are you that blind?"

"She was drunk Alice."

She huffed, which usually meant I caught her off guard, but she recovered quickly.

"Well you still didn't have to leave her like that Edward, anything but leaving her alone," she got quiet on the last part of the sentence, her eyes falling to the floor.

"I know."

It was all I could say, I'd run out of excuses as to why I was so stupid in that moment.

BPOV

I had come to the conclusion that I could not be completely sad or completely angry. Instead, I was walking the fine line in between the two for the majority of the morning. Angela had barged into my room when she heard me crying, fearing that the worst had become of me. I could see the confusion turn to worry as she crossed the small space to comfort me. The best part about having her as a friend is that she didn't pry when my emotions were this rampant; even though the instances were few and far between.

As I sat on her hotel bed in silence, I was now completely blank staring out of her window. Angela sat behind me with a comb, picking the down feathers from my hair like a mother pulling gum out with peanut butter. I heard her quiet breathing and occasionally a little huff of frustration when she reached a feather she couldn't get out easily. The lack of questions was easing my pride some, though it was already bad enough that she had to see me covering myself with jeans this morning. I winced as I remembered the memory.

"Did I pull to hard? I'm sorry," she apologized.

I didn't respond, too embarrassed to voice my real reason for the pain. I let the tears stream down my cheeks silently as I continued to stare at the light outside. I felt broken emotionally, to a point where the line I'd been walking was blurred. More emotions started to filter into the scenario as I contemplated the events of the night before. I decided it was best to separate them one by one.

Embarrassment was heading up this rollercoaster, mainly because now someone else knew something went wrong on my date last night. I felt like the whole situation would have been easier had Angela never come into my room; I could have at least played it off like the date went well and he went back to his hotel room when we returned to the hotel. But now someone else knew things were not good and well, which made me wonder what her impression of me really was at this point with men. Did she think that something was wrong with me that he would leave me in such a tragic state? I was also embarrassed by the dream, which I could remember with shocking detail. The fact that I was dreaming about Edward after one date was quite childish to begin with. But to have touched myself in my sleep over it; I was mortified, the concept was inconceivable.

I was also feeling hurt, and this emotion dug deep into my chest, pushing a barb into my heart. Much like the point where Edward told me we should stop, I couldn't fathom why he wanted to. We were both very much into the moment, sharing kisses and passion in the tiny space. I could feel it; the current was everywhere around us. When he decided to cut that current off, I was stunned briefly before the rejection slapped me in the face. I felt like I wasn't good enough; not up to the standards of women that Edward may have put in place for himself. The emptiness of my room as he withdrew emotionally right before my eyes overwhelmed me, and the tears started falling before I even hear the door click shut with his departure. I was alone and the feeling burned like hell. It made me cry in the darkness and it was making me cry now.

The disbelief was also causing some of the hurt. I was shocked that I was falling for someone that I barely knew. Granted I knew more about his family from our conversation last night at dinner, but that was the extent of it. His personality, his likes and dislikes, everything virtually was a mystery that I'd yet to solve, yet I was completely fascinated with him. My behavior last night also had me stunned, considering my experience with boys. I knew that I just went along with the feelings as they came flowing last night. I'd given myself over to the moment and let Edward guide me where he wanted. It almost felt like weightlessness, a pure feeling of adoration that was being given and I could return to him. I had even taken my own initiative when he protested; trying to show him I wanted to go further.

Angela's soft voice cut into my thoughts.

"All done," she smiled and hopped off the bed to push the feather pile into the trash, "Want to take a shower? I can wait to take mine in a little bit," she asked politely.

I nodded my head and rose to make my way to the bathroom. I didn't miss the look of pity that crossed Angela's face as I passed by her. When I reached the bathroom, I shut and locked the door quietly from the inside before looking into the vanity mirror.

The light traces of mascara clung to my pores even though I had wiped my face clean with my hands earlier in the morning. My hair hung smooth to my waist, brushed and clean of the chicken coop that had been nested there prior to Angela's hard work. I had changed out of Alice's clothes after Angela found me in my room, opting for a cami and pajama pants for comfort, but nothing was comforting me in this mood.

I turned on the shower and waited as the water began to heat up. When I could see the steam fogging up the small shower stall, I undressed quickly before opening the door and stepping under the hot spray. Closing my eyes as I lathered up the soap and ran it across my skin, I pretended like I was washing away the memory of the night before. Letting go of each psychoanalyzed emotion, one by one I let them slip down the drain as I tried to pretend like I didn't care. The embarrassment of it all washed away first, which fell into disbelief. Disbelief I conquered pretty quickly, resolving that I was almost an adult and was allowed to have feelings for whoever I wanted. Once the disbelief faded, I was left with hurt, which was the most difficult to take. I sobbed quietly in an attempt to squeeze out the last of my anguish over this whole situation. It helped ease the pain in my chest some but it was something I couldn't fully release like the others.

I finished my shower and dried off when the last emotion slowly built up inside of me: Anger. It was there in the far reaches of my subconscious, and even though I thought I had washed the others away, I realized that they had retreated into another emotion. I was angry at myself for falling for a stranger, I was angry that Edward left me to feel hurt with no explanation what so ever. Even worse, I was angry at my actions. I knew full and well what I was doing last night and I still continued, letting my heart take over what my head should have been telling me not to do.

With the growing storm in my mind, I decided that I wasn't going to take it out on anyone but myself. It was my careless actions that got me in this position, so I would suffer alone, as long as it took to get over this mess. I couldn't bring myself to plague Angela or any of my other friends with the whole story or the reasons for my anger. It would be too childish or misunderstood in their eyes.

I thought about how I was going to get Alice her clothes back and cringed at the thought of seeing Edward again. I wasn't sure how this whole internal anger thing would play out if I saw him again so soon. With fear that I may lash out, the best possible course of action was just to wait for Alice to come to me. With the excitement she displayed last night while she was helping me get ready, she'd no doubted wanted to hear from me if she didn't talk to Edward first. I started pondering what he would say but changed thoughts quickly as I figured the conversation wouldn't be good. I at least knew she'd want her expensive clothes back at the bare minimum.

I wrapped the towel around myself and my new resolve and stepped back into Angela's room to get dressed. I gave her a small smile when she looked up from her book.

"Feeling better," she quirked her eyebrow.

"Most definitely," I replied putting on my best front possible in a huge grin.

EPOV

I could still feel Alice's anger saturating the air in my room, even after she had stormed off to finish getting ready. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head of the argument but I failed miserably. It only made the situation worse the more that I thought about it. We had never had a fight of that magnitude before, especially over a girl. Then again, I'd never treated a girl like I had Bella; getting her to completely submit to me and then leaving her there to cry while my moral compass went ape shit.

My self loathing was doubling by the minute and I was growing ill at the thought of what I'd done. I didn't regret taking her on a date because I at least had one shred of a gentlemanly gesture in the action. Kissing her at the door wasn't bad either, most dates ended with a goodnight kiss. I winced as I remembered the events that followed that initial kiss and grabbed my hair at the scalp once more. Something about her was so… innocent and pure. I felt like had I have taken her there in her hotel room would have cheapened the act. Was it so wrong of me to abstain?

Alice was making me apologize to Bella myself as well as retrieve her clothes. She pointed out that even if Bella wanted to slap me for being such a jerk that the girl was entitled to. I kept trying to play the scenario over in my head as I sat on my bed. I could picture me going to her hotel door, with flowers if Alice got her way, and knocking. The events that followed were one big kaleidoscope, each one with a different ending. I could picture her crying and I could picture her slapping me; the only scenario I couldn't put together was her forgiving me.

I heard a light tap on my door to the hallway, Alice's signal it was time for the tour. I had forgotten that Bella's group would be with ours for the tour and the thought shook me to the core. Would she freak out on me in public; broadcasting to the world all of the things that I'd done wrong? My brain was reeling at the new possibilities, tempting me to tell Alice I wasn't going. The rapping on the door came again with a more frustrated sound resonating through my room. Her clipped voice warned me that I needed to get moving.

"I know you're in there Edward," she called through the door, "Man up and come on before we're late. You're not ruining this day for me too."

I sighed and loped over to the door. This was going to be an interesting day.

BPOV

Angela and I spent the first part of the afternoon packing our clothes and cleaning up the feathers in my room. I was glad she understood that I wanted to wait for Alice to come by and pickup her things instead of hand delivering them. I eyeballed the red pumps on the comforter as I zipped my bag closed. What was I going to say to her?

The rapping on the door snapped me out of my thoughts as my heart thudded in my chest. Angela eyed me wearily and cracked the door, peeping out to see who was there. I saw the door swing open wide to reveal Jessica, Mike, Ben, Tyler and Eric smiling into the room. Relief washed over me and I remembered to plaster on my smile.

"What are you two doing in here?" Jessica questioned, "We're in Paris, and you both should be out enjoying it while you can!"

Angela looked to me in hopes that I'd either let her go or decide to go with them. I smiled at her sweetly in response.

"Sure, let me get my jacket," I replied.

I walked over to the coat hooks on the back of Angela's door as she bounced out to the group in the hallway. One of her coats still adorned the rack along with mine. I eyed the grey coat that hung next to mine, its scent calling out to me, begging me to put it on again. I huffed in mock disgust at the scrap of fabric as I plucked my coat from the hook and threw it on before grabbing my purse and shutting the door behind me.

The ache in my heart didn't start up until we were out on the street, heading to the café Alice and I had gone to the day before. I swallowed the heavy lump that was building in my throat as we explored the city together. I wondered how long it would take the feeling to fade, for my brain to forget the memory completely. I prayed that it wasn't long.

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The sun was setting as Angela and I wheeled our bags onto the elevator to head to the upper floors. I'd placed the call to the front desk to get Alice's room number when we returned from our adventure around the city. She hadn't come by to my knowledge and I was pretty sure that she would have left a note of some sort. I grabbed the little pad on the bedside table and scrawled a little note to leave her before we locked up the room. I was running the risk of bumping into Edward by taking the clothes to her myself, which I wasn't comfortable with. I had worked out two scenarios if the situation arose: one would be to simply ignore him and complete the task at hand, and the other involved an apology from my end on being a total idiot and giving myself over to him on a silver platter.

The elevator chimed as we reached the floor and the doors opened to reveal a hallway similar to ours. We followed the door numbers together, Angela right at my side for support, when we found her room.

"Here goes nothing," I whispered out loud.

I knocked gently on Alice's room door, having a sense of déjà vu as I waited for a response. I couldn't hear music this time and I didn't hear movement on the other side. I knocked again, deciding that she may not be in, possibly out shopping before the flight out to Germany. Angela looked at me with worry as she looked at her watch and back to my face, suspecting no one was coming to answer the door.

"We have to go Bella," her motherly concern kicked up her statement.

I sighed as I placed the grey coat, her clothes and fire read heels in a neat pile tucked into the doorway. After tucking the note into the right shoe, I looked around to see if anyone would notice the items here. I hoped that she would come back before someone came this way. Grabbing the handle of my bag and walking back down the hallway to the elevator, I tried to leave all of my emotions and memories there, sitting in a disheveled mess in that corridor.

EPOV

The guided tour took longer than I wanted it to, and since I had finally figured out what to say to Bella, I was incredible impatient to get back to the hotel. As the guide departed at the hotel lobby, I bounded for the elevator, shoving tourists out of my way to get up to her floor as fast as possible. I wanted to be honest with her, just to look in her eyes and tell her I was a fool. I never meant to hurt her fragile heart and leave her to cry there in the darkness. I wasn't even afraid of her anger any longer; I would make her understand my growing feelings for her.

The elevator dinged as it reached the lobby floor and I flew into the small cabin and slammed my finger on the button to close the doors and then the button for her floor. The people that were waiting behind me had looks of anger and began to curse at me in many languages. I yelled out that the elevator was occupied as the doors clicked shut and the cabin moved up the shaft to Bella's floor. My heart was racing, from the adrenaline and the anticipation. I drummed my fingers on my legs impatiently, cursing the pulley system that wasn't going fast enough.

After a few more seconds that felt like hours, the elevator reached its destination. I nearly ripped the doors open in a hurry and ran down the hallway to her doorway. I reached the entrance to her room where the door was open. Taking a deep breath, I turned and prepared to face Bella in all of her glory.

Instead I was met with a maid, cleaning up the little tufts that were scattered around the carpet. Her face looked shocked to see me standing there, but turned to concern as my face began to pale.

I was too late… she was gone.

The ache in my chest bloomed into full on agony as I turned and felt like I limped back to the elevator. I was riding such an emotional high when I arrived back at the hotel and now it was all for nothing. I cursed out loud and punched the button on the wall to bring the elevator back so I could go to my room. My frustration stemmed from the fact that I had waited in fear, sitting in my room before we left cowering at the thought of coming to her. I should have known something was off when the only group on the tour was from my school.

I boarded the elevator seething in rage and rode it up to my floor thinking of all of the ways I was a complete idiot. Glowering at my reflection in the doors as the bell chimed my arrival, I exited with my fists clenched. I spotted the door to my room and growled as I attempted to fish the key from my jean pocket. My long strides brought me down the corridor and to my door in mere moments. I growled as I slammed the key into the handle and listened for the lock to disengage.

Something red flashed in the corner of my eye as I stood there taking out my anger on the handle, and I turned sharply to meet the intruding color with my rage. Once I saw what adorned the color, the key fell from my hand and I released my iron grip on the handle, falling to my knees by the little pile. There in Alice's doorway sat an unoffending pile of clothing topped off with her red shoes like a cherry on a sundae. I could smell the scent of Bella in the little space they occupied and groaned audibly as I spotted my favorite grey coat on the bottom of the pile.

The note tucked into the right shoe donned her messy handwriting, written on a scrap from a hotel pad in her room.

Thanks for everything. Bella.

A/N: *sniffle* I feel so sorry for Edward even if he was douchey to her. He was so freaking amped....

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