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Chapter 10: Little Miss Obsessive

Dinner seemed pretty normal between us; we didn't hold hands over the table or anything, we just smiled a lot. He wanted to know more about me and my life, I only answered on the condition he tell me more about himself; he willingly obliged.

"I was an only child so I got all of the attention from my parents…it was annoying a lot actually." I grinned.

"Same here. My parents were so proud to have a son. Some days it was all I could do to try not to make them angry at me…it didn't take much effort for me to make that happen surprisingly." He laughed softly and sipped on his soda.

"My parents were very accepting of what I wanted to do with my life. I was a pretty good daughter so I was hardly ever punished. High school was fun but I wasn't exactly the most popular girl in school." I smiled to myself.

"I daresay I was only popular because of my looks. I'm surprised you weren't hounded after." He let loose a wide grin to which I laughed.

"Well, I dated a few guys but what can you expect out of a high school relationship? So few people find their true love in high school. Honestly I don't see how anyone does; your brain isn't even fully developed then." I scoffed.

He just laughed and laughed, "You're so funny, I don't even think you mean to be… but I find you to be so comical sometimes."

I shrugged, "My parents have wicked senses of humor…I guess I inherited it but I didn't notice."

"I'm ashamed to say I'm not that funny. I can get in a joke now and then, but not like you." He smiled and ate some of his sandwich.

"You probably just think I'm funny because you…you like me." I blushed a little bit.

"Maybe…you are also just an amazing person who happens to be good at making a joke." He propped his chin up on his hand.

After some quiet, but intense debating, I paid for dinner. "I told you I'd take care of you tonight. You're making me feel like less of a man." He pouted.

I rolled my eyes, "If you can afford a room at the Venetian, you shouldn't feel less of anything." He laughed and it made me smile.

On the way back to Phoenix, he kept looking at me and I had to constantly tell him to look at the road, "I'm sorry, you just look beautiful in the moon's light." I leaned my elbow against the door and looked out the window to blush.

Once we'd arrived back at the hotel, he kicked his shoes off, "I think I'm going to go take a shower. My hair feels a bit greasy."

I nodded, "All right. I'll be out here watching something."

He walked back to his room without another word, which I thought was weird for some reason. After that display of passion for me on the side of the road, you'd think he'd at least wink at me or something as he went to his room. I told myself I was being an idiot, maybe he was just seeing how I'd react.

He could be lying about not knowing anyone; a guy as gorgeous as him had to know at least a few women. He could be playing me right now; he'd take me on a trip and get what he wanted, but when we got back he'd ignore me. Suddenly I was frowning and unhappy as I flipped through the channels.

As I finally settled on Top Gun on a channel, I began to relax and chill out. Sure I still had the lingering thought I was being played, but he seemed so honest with me.

Halfway through the movie I heard his door open, but he didn't say anything, so neither did I. He walked up to the couch and stood behind it, "What are you watching?"

"Top Gun with Tom Cruise." I responded casually.

"I've heard about this, one of the classic American movies, isn't it?" He came around the couch and I almost started choking when I saw he was standing beside me in a towel.

My eyes diverted to the screen as he sat down; was he really that comfortable being in a towel around me? I would never do that.

"You're not going to comment on my choice of wardrobe?" He laughed softly. I glanced over at him without talking. "Or lack thereof," He grinned and leaned towards me. I leaned forward to act like I was interested in the movie.

His hand touched my lower back and slowly pushed up towards my neck. I felt chills run down my entire back when his hand was halfway up my back. "Isn't there a famous scene in this movie where you only see the outline of two people when they're in their bed together?" He had leaned up and was whispering in my ear.

Suddenly, I felt slightly intoxicated and I shivered when his breath hit my ear, "Um…yes I think so."

"Do you think it was more romantic for them with the lighting so dim?" His hand was on the side of my neck, which I'd stretched out involuntarily.

"I…I don't know…I never thought about it." I managed to speak.

"I think those two have a similar story to ours…he sees a beautiful woman who keeps resisting him…she makes every attempt to ignore and stay away from him but eventually she can't stay away," He had me hanging on literally every word that came from his beautiful lips.

"Are you going to keep trying to stay away from me?" He placed a small kiss under my ear and I thought my heart was going to implode.

"I just…I'm…being careful." I knew my body was there, but it was very hard to feel it.

"Careful of what? Do you think I'm going to do something to you?" He seemed slightly astounded.

His spell was broken and I blinked as if realizing I could move and think, "Edward, it's just that…what happened was so sudden and-"

"Intense?"

"-and I just…I'm sorry, but I'm just paranoid about this…how do I know you're not lying to me about not knowing anyone else as well as you know me? Like you said, you were popular in school because of your looks!"

"And you think I'm popular with women now?" He asked inquiringly. I nodded sheepishly. "You've seen the way I dress in public haven't you?" He laughed, "Women in Hollywood avoid me if anything. I've had the occasional stare for having a 'grunge' look but I don't have hundreds of numbers of women in my cell phone. You can check it if you want to."

I sighed, "I'm sorry…I'm just not that great at relationships I suppose."

"Don't patronize yourself Bella," He cooed and pulled me into a side hug.

"Well my last relationship didn't work out and I thought he was the guy for me." I huffed and let my head drop onto his shoulder.

"If it didn't work out, it was because he wasn't the guy for you." He replied reassuringly; if only he knew that 'the guy' was trying to work it back out.

If Sterling found out where I'd been and who I'd been with for the last two weeks, I was pretty certain he wouldn't want to work it out. I was almost happy about that.

I lifted my head and looked up at him. He smiled and kissed me; my eyes remained open for a moment but they closed when his hand squeezed my leg.

"You know…this is very strange…but I've never really felt such an intense urge to be with a woman. I mean…I've dated a few too but…I've never wanted someone so badly." He laughed quietly.

"I know what you mean…" So we'd confessed we weren't white as snow and we were both okay with it, that was a good first step.

"Is it too forward if I tell you I want to get you back into my bed right now?" He kissed me again.

I smiled and tilted my head down, "A little. I'd like nothing more for you to get me back there too…"

"Then why not?" He groaned affectionately.

"I need more of a relationship with a person before we delve into such deep matters." I smiled at him.

"That smile again, oh my god. How do you do that?" He grumbled.

"What smile? Do what?" I really didn't know what he meant.

"You have that smile you just did that makes me want to do anything you want me to do. You make me feel powerless…it's slightly disconcerting." He smiled at me.

"You're one to talk," I laughed.

"What do you mean?" He scoffed.

"Oh, all of those smiles you gave me when you were convincing me to come on this trip with you. You have several smiles I absolutely adore." I traced his lips with my finger.

He shut his eyes and smiled, "I wasn't aware I had that power over you."

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you." I laughed.

"Most likely if I ever try to smile seductively at you again I'll look like an idiot." He burst out laughing and leaned back against the couch.

I leaned back beside him and brought my legs up onto the couch; I just stared up at him and grinned, "Were you trying to seduce me with this towel?"

"I was hoping you'd notice what the towel wasn't covering actually…I was going to seduce you with my body." He gave me a cheesy stare and I giggled.

"Let me go change really quick, I'm starting to feel chilled." He grinned and hopped up to walk back to his room.

He came back out in a pair of baggy jeans with a shirt in his hand, "I wanted to know if you'd prefer me to wear a shirt or not."

I rolled my eyes, "Put it on so you don't get cold."

"If I get cold then I'll hold you close." He smiled very cheekily.

"Don't push your luck." I gave him a mini-glare.

After we started watching the movie, he did put his shirt on; however, when 'that famous scene' came on the screen, I think both of us felt tense. We both restrained ourselves from acting too rashly…we did end up kissing though.

"Your lips are so strong," I grinned once he'd leaned far enough away for me to talk.

"Yours are so soft and warm…I wish mine felt like that." He winked at me.

"Chapstick helps you know." I offered.

"If I keep kissing you maybe I won't have to get my own." He raised his eyebrows at me before attacking my lips again.

At the end of the movie, I was lying in front of him with his arm securely around my stomach. "If I sound like a creep tell me, but I want you in my room tonight." He kissed the back of my neck.

"Edward I already told you I-"

"I wasn't trying to imply anything sexual…I actually just want to sleep in the same bed as you. Holding you is so calming and exciting at the same time." He smiled against my neck.

"You can wear one of my shirts, I think it'll be long enough for you," He looked down where my legs were.

"I'll wear my own pajamas, but thank you for the offer. You're so incredibly sweet you know." I sighed happily.

"Wait, does this mean you'll stay in my room?" He leaned up and over me.

"I…It'd be better if I didn't…but…having you hold me is very wonderful." I smiled.

It was getting later into the evening so I told him I'd meet him in his room later. He gave me a long kiss before letting me get up. "You act like you're not going to see me for a long time." I grinned.

"Being away from you for any length of time is too long." He smiled happily and watched me walk back into my room.

After I got back into my room, I decided to call my three girls to let them know I wasn't missing; believe me, they were probably considering calling the cops at this point.

None of them picked up which surprised me, then again it was nearly eleven on Tuesday evening; I forgot they'd probably be sleeping. I just left each of them a message saying I was using some vacation time to get out and be with myself for a couple weeks, they'd understand. My original intent of using two vacation weeks was to concentrate on myself; so far most of my thoughts were about the man in the room across the living room from mine.

I walked over to his door and knocked, he opened the door and kissed my cheek, "Good evening beautiful."

I blushed while I giggled, "You've already got me in your room, there's no need for that."

"I know, I just think you are beautiful." He shrugged and led me over to his bed.

As soon as we were both under the covers, he turned towards me and pulled me against his stomach, "We still have a week left you know…we could travel somewhere else if you wanted to."

I smiled, "I would like to see the infamous Four Corners."

"So would I. Let's go tomorrow, shall we?" He sounded overjoyed.

"Sure…but why do you sound so happy about it?" I laughed adoringly.

"Because doing anything with you is by far the best time I'll ever have." He sighed, sounding content.

Sometime during the night, he'd rolled onto his back and I was using his upper body as a pillow. When I woke up, his arms were still around me with a hand on the crease of my hip; I blushed but didn't budge. The moment was so perfect.

Ahhhhhhhh, more tension mounting. Can you feel it? XD P.S. Have you guys been watching the Winter Olympics? So many awesome athletes there! Although...I don't really consider Curling a sport, but apparently the Olympic Committee does so I won't argue. HAHA.

Anyways, story!!! You guys still liking the story so far? If I can get 10 reviews in the next...three days, I'll post the next chapter on Wednesday. That okay with you peeps?

Oh yeah, can I get Apolo Ohno's phone number? Anyone have it? I want to give that guy a call and ask him out on a datttte. HAHAHA. Dude is smokin'.

P.S.S. What do you imagine Sterling to look like? I don't think I ever give a physical description of him in the story so I was wondering whom you were envisioning. XD

*ShiningStarr*