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I waited impatiently while Edward settled our tab even though I told him I was fine to pay my own way.

"You know I have money too," I called out obnoxiously over his shoulder as he handed the bartender his credit card.

"I know you have money. I mean, you're a princess so of course you do," he tried to soothe me while the bartender left to process the payment.

"Don't you ever forget that," I mumbled, feeling stupid as he paid my way like always.

"You ready?" he asked as he turned back towards me with a slight smile that did nothing for my nerves.

Was I ready?

I had been ready since I was eighteen; yet knowing that it was all about to happen made me sick to my stomach.

"I think I'm going to throw up," I confessed as he took hold of my hand in his once more.

"No, you're not," he insisted, but from the skeptical look on his face it was clear he wasn't so sure either. I was left wondering if flashbacks of wearing my vomit plagued him like how it did me as we walked through the lobby towards the elevator.

"Not this time," he murmured as he pulled me closer as if to reinforce the idea that the night would be vomit free.

I looked around as we passed people only to find them staring at us as we made the long walk towards the elevator. I could practically feel their judgment pinning me to the marble floor beneath us.

"They know," I whispered to him as we continued to walk.

"They know what?"

"They know about us," I whispered as I felt panic welling up inside of me. It was a heavy feeling that swallowed me whole

"What are you talking about?" he asked in a confused voice as we finally stopped our mile long walk of shame towards the elevator. I barely was able to keep it together as Edward pushed the up button just as another older couple appeared waiting for the ride up the rooms. I watched him greet them with a polite smile as he held my hand firmly in his. It was the only sign that I had that he was possibly as nervous as what I was.

"People know we are going upstairs to shamelessly fuck and they are judging us. I can feel their judgment and it is horrible," I blurted out in a voice that much louder than the whisper I had intended as I unleashed the crazy upon Edward and the other couple that had joined us.

"We'll just take the next one," the older gentleman stated as he guided his wife away from us, but not before I noticed the appalled look upon her face.

"That sounds like a good plan," Edward agreed with an agreeable smile just as the doors opened for us to make our escape. He pulled me into the small area and quickly pressed the button to close the door behind us. We stood there, hands clasped tight together while silent and stewing in my self-induced embarrassment. We watched as the people who overheard my unplanned outburst stared in stunned horror.

"Oh my god," I muttered as the doors finally and mercifully closed. I looked over at Edward who met my gaze with an amused one of his own. "Do you think they heard me?"

The words had barely left my lips before Edward's laughter filled the surrounding space with its brightness. It was loud and strangely soothing in a tense situation that did nothing for my sick stomach.

"I'm pretty sure everyone in the lobby heard you," he assured me with a laugh while leaning against the wall next to me.

"Oh my god," I muttered as I brought my free hand up to cover my face even though Edward had witnessed my embarrassment more times than I could count in our five year friendship. As a matter of fact this bout of ridiculousness was nothing in comparison to some of the things he had seen me do.

I felt as he maneuvered me so that I was pinned between him and the wall. His body fit against mine as he pressed into me for a moment before he pulled my hand from my face in effort to make me look at him, but I refused by closing my eyes.

"Come on," he urged me as I felt his laughter before hearing it in his voice.

"Look at me," he urged as I shook my head while squeezing my eyes shut. "Come on, it's not that bad and you know it."

His casual dismissal of what had happened was enough to cause me to sputter awkwardly as I opened my eyes to challenge him.

"Not that bad?" I demanded as he laughed at me and my reaction. "I announced to everyone in the lobby that we were going upstairs to fuck."

"Oh I know you did, but you didn't see all the thumbs up I was getting from the old guys who were watching," he assured me with a slight smile as I gawked in horrified silence at him.

"What?" I muttered breathlessly in disbelief as he nodded his head solemnly.

"Oh sweet Jesus kill me now," I whispered as I crumpled against him, leaning into him and borrowing from the strength he always freely gave. Edward wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as I clung to him while willing myself dead.

"I'm kidding," he whispered against my neck with a laugh as he pinned me against the elevator wall. "I swear to god, I'm kidding."

"Oh thank god," I practically cried as he moved, putting just enough space between us to look at me without touching. His blue eyes were bright with laughter and something more that resembled that might have been lust as he looked me. He was so close I could practically taste the beer on his lips.

"I was worried that they heard me," I confessed stupidly as he leaned closer, so close that I thought he was going to kiss me, yet he didn't. He stopped short of his lips touching mine to stare at me with wide blue eyes.

"Bella…" he began slowly.

"Diana," I corrected him causing him to sputter for a moment as he corrected himself.

"Diana, they heard you. I'm pretty sure everyone in the three block area heard you, but I don't care," he assured me with a silly grin that almost took away the sick feeling that threatened to swallow me whole once more. "I want people to know we're together even if it's only for tonight."

Edward's sweet words combined with the booze I had ingested washed away the sick feeling that had taken up residence in my chest ever since my slight freak out. It was perfect, but perfect wasn't us. It never had been, and I had always been okay with it until now.

"It's okay, Clark," I assured him with a smirk as he continued to stare at me, letting his focus wander from my eyes to my lips down to the amazing cleavage that I was all too aware that my push up bra gave me.

"No need woo me," I teased him causing his attention to focus back on my face once more. "I'm a sure thing."

"I'm not wooing you and there has never been anything sure about you," he chuckled before leaning in as if he were about to kiss me only to stop before his lips touched mine.

It was a dick move since I knew he wanted it and there was no doubt that I wanted his kiss as well. I just wasn't going to be the first one to cave by making that first move. He was the one who wanted a game, so it was a game that I was going to give him.

"You always keep me on my toes, always doing exactly opposite of what I think you will," he whispered with a breathless laugh as I felt is him press closer, not giving me an inch of space while not actually touching me at all. It was maddening in the most wonderful way possible as I struggled to maintain that space between us, refusing to be the first one to give in.

"I like it though," he confessed in a soft whisper like it was a dirty secret that he only wanted to share with me. I watched, barely able to breathe as his focus on my lips before he met my gaze once more. "I like it a lot."

Before I could respond the elevator doors opened with a loud annoying, chime announcing that we had reached our floor. It was just the distraction we needed to break the tension between us, but one I refused to take as I launched myself as I used it to my advantage by launching myself against Edward. It was a move that caught him off guard as I listened to his low grunt as our bodies collided with more force than what I had intended, not that it appeared to bother Edward. His hands immediately gripped my hips, hoisting me up to carry me before they settled firmly on my ass while I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist for leverage. The surprised look on his face that was too reminiscent of the night that would not be named. It was enough to knock the wind out of my lungs and cause me to rethink my stupid action of jumping into his arms, but before I could demand that he let go of my ass so I could climb off of him he whisked us out of the small elevator an into the lavish looking hotel hallway. I opened my mouth to protest just as he pressed me against the wall and kissed me.

We had kissed before this moment. There had been a few stolen kisses underneath the stars on the lawn of our dorm building after sharing a bottle of Strawberry Boon's Wine. There was the night that changed everything were the kisses tasted like want before I wrecked it all followed by the few awkward champagne flavored Happy New Year kisses that came in the years after. They all were different than this one kiss. Sure, there was an awkwardness that always came with a surprise kiss from a pretty boy, but there was something more than that. Maybe it was the force behind it that split my bottom lip so I could taste the copper of my blood. Maybe it was the desperation that burned between us to ease the weird sexual tension that came with knowing sex was within our grasp. I didn't know what it was; I just knew that I never wanted it to end.

My hands moved along his shoulders, feeling, grasping, and kneading the muscles there before moving upward to tangle in his short hair. It was cliché and just so perfect that I could not stop myself. Edward was quick to answer my pulling hair my gripping my ass hard to the point of being painful as he held me there.

Our kissed grew less awkward and more demanding as I opened my mouth beneath his, urging him to the same while I wrapped my legs around him tighter. I could feel his hands move from my ass to smooth long my thighs, hiking my dress up higher with each impatient move he made, wedging himself even more between my thighs. It was then that the loud, uncomfortable sound of someone clearing their throat right before the slamming of a hotel room door that pulled us back to reality. It was cold slap in the face, forcing to realize that we were practically dry humping in the middle of the hotel room hall way.

There was no time for embarrassment since we both knew the time for that would come later as Edward sprang into action. He continued to carry me down the hall, his hands firmly on my ass until stopping in front of a door. He balanced carrying me for a moment as he struggled with the door until it finally sprung open like magic. I hadn't a moment to protest or even ask for him to sit me down before he walked into the room, letting the door slam shut behind us.

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