It was only four when I woke up, But Edward was still sleeping. Something had been bothering him before we'd gone to sleep, so I left him there on the bed, so he could get some peace of mind.

At least, until he exploded all of his feelings and thoughts on me and then have hot, passionate, amazing sex with me.

Hey, a girl can dream, right?

I went into the bathroom, thinking about how hot this morning was. I'd missed Edward so much, and just seeing him made my heart pound with white-hot need.

I sat on top of the counter, taking my scissors from the top drawer, where I'd left them last night. I began my procedure, taking the scissors and cutting on the inside of my wrist. I watched the blood rise and fall over my skin, dripping into the sink. The red against the porcelain white sink made me dizzy.

And maybe I was sick for still cutting myself, considering I was supposed to be getting better at that stupid center. But I needed to indulge. And since I wasn't having sex right now, this was the next best thing.

I pressed a wad of toilet paper against the wound. I sighed, the feeling of euphoria surrounding me. I hadn't done this in so long, I couldn't remember how it felt. But I could live like this forever, feeling the salty waves of this euphoric ocean.

The doorbell rang.

And rang, and rang. I thought Alice would be here to answer, but apparently she wasn't. I threw away the tissue and hopped off the counter, seeing Edward was still asleep.

I went downstairs and opened the front door, a gorgeous blonde girl walking past me.

"Um, hello?" I said. She smiled at me, her gray eyes warm despite their color. "Who are you?"

"Hi, I'm Edward's girlfriend." She smiled at me and I just looked at her. "Are you the maid?"

I clenched my teeth. "No, I'm not the maid," I growled.

"Oh well, it's not important. Is Edward here?" she asked. Dumb bitch was persistent.

I was greatly confused for a minute. And I was also getting a little pissed off. He'd been here a week and already found himself a girlfriend? What the actual fuck? "I'm sorry, I think you might be mistaken," I said to her. "Edward doesn't have a girlfriend." I stood there, with the door open, willing her out of the house. She just smiled though.

"I think you might be mistaken. I'm Chelsea Wrangler." She held out her hand but I didn't take it.

"Edward's not here. He stepped out," I said to her. I was annoyed. How was that she could just walk in and demand Edward. I was Edward's actual girlfriend and I didn't think I had that much power.

"Alice said he was here. I just saw her. So can you please get him for me?" Her voice was lethal and icy, and the warmth in her gray eyes disappeared. "I would like to speak to him."

"Sure," I said, my voice having an icy bite.

I padded up the stairs and into Edward's room. He wouldn't betray me like that. He said he loved me. I had faith that Edward wouldn't do something like this to me.

"Edward, wake up," I said, shaking him lightly. He stirred, his eyes opening and finding mine. "You're girlfriend is here," I said flatly.

He grinned. "I know that . . ." he was confused now. "What's wrong Bella?"

"I meant your other girlfriend," I said. "Chelsea?"

He looked shocked. Genuinely shocked. "Chelsea? I haven't seen Chelsea since I left to the center," he said.

"Well that doesn't matter, considering she's downstairs," I grumbled. I was jealous. And I wasn't going to not admit it. Well, I wouldn't admit it to Edward. That would be stupid.

"Hey," he said, looking at me. "She's not my girlfriend." He leaned up and kissed me, and if it weren't for the dumb bitch downstairs, I would have rolled into bed with him.

He stood up and I followed him downstairs. When he saw Chelsea, he looked angry. Annoyed at the fuck that she was here in the first place.

"Hi, Edward," she said, her voice all sweet and nice. I glared at her. I wanted to choke her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"I thought I would come by and say hi to my boyfriend," she said.

Edward just looked at her. "I'm not your boyfriend, Chelsea. I thought we went through this already," he said. "We're not together anymore."

"No, Edward. You just left. That's not how it works." She looked sad. She shifted her weight. She was wearing heels that were at least six inches. What the hell was she wearing those monsters if it was Spring Break.

"Well, consider us over," he said icily.

"Why?"

"Because Bella's my girlfriend now," he said. Straightforward, no ifs, ands, or buts. Not even a maybe.

"Are you serious? She's a virgin," Chelsea said. She seemed astounded that Edward would even consider a girl like me.

"And your point is?" Edward countered. I was finding this funnier as the time passed. This was like my favorite TV show. And I was the one someone wanted. And Chelsea was a needy girl and apparently, Edward paid attention to her. But he only wanted her because she was a slut and it guaranteed him the one thing he wanted. Whereas I didn't have a suck ass personality.

"She can't do the things I can," she said, trying to be sexy. And well, she was actually succeeding. I hated to say it, but on this girl, slutty looked good on her. She worked it. And even I was willing to break up with me to sleep with her. I'd never known what kind of girls Edward could get, but apparently, his dick was some high class shit.

"Listen here, girlie," I said, finally. "I can do all kinds of shit you can't even dream of. So I suggest you get your fake extensions, pick your face up from the floor, and walk out the door because Edward is mine." I looked straight into her gray eyes and smiled. "And if you don't get it, I can smack it into you." I flashed her my friendliest smile.

Her lip trembled and she looked at Edward. He shrugged.

"The queen has spoken," he said.

She sobbed and ran outside. I looked at Edward and laughed. "You sure do know how to pick them."

He smiled. "She was my last girlfriend. She was the head cheerleader . . . made perfect since to be with her, you know?"

I looked into his eyes, his hair hanging delightfully tantalizing in front of them. But they peered back into my eyes, and I couldn't help but spill my guts.

"Did you love her?" I asked him.

"No. She wasn't really my type," he said. "Too high maintenance."

I laughed. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him.

"Besides, I have my eye on a certain brunette." he grinned playfully.

"Really?" I said. "Is she cute?"

"Gorgeous."

"Smart?"

"Brilliant."

"Funny?"

He smiled. "Fucking hysterical."

"Well, she sounds like a catch."

"She is."

"I'm jealous."

Ha chuckled and kissed me, his mouth hot on mine, eager to finish what we'd started this morning. And who could blame him. We were alone in his house, without any restrictions and able to do whatever the fuck we wanted. And I was betting that we were going to get somewhere.

But my stomach growled angrily, complaining about the fact that all I'd eaten today was a fucking apple.

"I'll take you out," Edward mumbled against my lips. I nodded, but didn't move, this kiss too sweet to ignore.

But Edward pulled away, knowing better.

I pulled on a pair of sandals, and Edward put on his shoes, grabbed his keys and we were out the door.

Eventually, we arrived at this little cafe. It was a nice day, so we sat by the window that over looked a park. I was so excited to be here for some reason, and Edward kept smiling at me.

"What?" I asked him.

"You're so gorgeous," he said. I giggled like a shy little school girl.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked. His voice was serious, his expression matching. It frightened me, to be honest.

"Sure," I said softly. He took my hands where I'd clasped them on the table. I was so pale in comparison to his light golden flush of color.

"Why are you cutting yourself?" Edward looked saddened by this. I took in a deep breath, not sure exactly how to answer his question.

"Well, it's like an addiction. That little sting of pain makes me feel better . . . about everything. I love it. You know that," I said to him. I remembered our first day in group together, when we'd introduced ourselves. And he'd called my scars beautiful.

"I know that, but do you ever think of stopping?" he asked.

"That's like asking you to become celibate," I said to him with a small grin.

He grimaced at the idea. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said.

"Actually," I said to him. "I want you to do me a favor."

"What?"

"Would you write your name on me?"

He sat back in his chair, looking at me. He was debating it. "With a razor?"

I laughed. "Considering that's the only way to get it done," I said to him.

I could tell he wasn't appealed by the idea of cutting into my skin. It was written all over his face. "Why not just get a tattoo?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Because this means so much more to me that a tattoo. It's the way I express myself."

"Are you sure? You'll have my name as a scar for a long time, Bells."

"I know. That's why I want it."

He smiled. "Why me?"

"Because I love you." It was a simple answer, but one that held all love the truth in the world.

He nodded. "Okay. But you'll have to walk me through it."

I smiled. "No problem." I was happy, because I knew that after that moment when he carved his name into my skin, I would always have a piece of him. For fuck's sake, he was my first love. That's got to constitute for something.

The waitress came by and we ordered our lunch/dinner, continuing our little conversation. We didn't talk about much, just the classes that Edward was taking at his school and how he was thinking about trying out for soccer.

And then I remembered about my Dad and his wife's proposal.

"Hey," I said to Edward. I swallowed the food I had in my mouth and took a sip of my Coke.

"What?" he said back.

"My Dad, he came to see me. He asked me to come live with him," I said with an enormous grin.

"That's great. Where does he live?" Edward asked.

"Here in Seattle."

He looked surprised. "Really? You're shitting me?"

"I shit you not, boyfriend," I said. He smiled.

"You're going to live here in Seattle. Close to me."

I bit my lip. "That way, we can have all the hot sex we want."

"That reminds me," he said. "We have to get some condoms."

"Yes." I smiled at him. He just didn't know how bad I wanted him. I wanted to fuck him before I left back to that dreadful center. I wanted that piece of us to happen already.

We finished eating and then left to the drugstore to get what we needed. After arguing for about ten minutes about what kind of condoms to get, we decided to get three different kinds and try them all out.

The girl at the counter looked annoyed at the fact that we bought so much, considering Edward was hot and I was plain Jane. I could tell, just by the scorned look on her face that she was jealous of me. And damn, it felt good.

At the penthouse, Edward and I rushed up the stairs, hurrying to pull of our clothes. Edward was rough when he handled me, his grips bruising and bordering painful, but I liked it. I liked being manhandled, I noticed, and it did help that I was so turned on I was wet before I slid out of my jeans.

Edward locked the door and then gathered me into his arms, pushing me against the wall. I moaned as his lips attacked my neck, kissing, licking, nipping, and biting.

Oh God.

I moaned out into the room, my fingernails digging into his back. His hands slid down my waist, over the prominent curve of my hip, and then in between my legs.

"No, no," I said, stopping him.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I kissed him.

"I don't want to do this foreplay shit. I want you to fuck me. Now."

I barely got to finish my sentence before Edward threw me on his bed. He pushed off his jeans, still in his boxers, and I took his cue to strip out of my shirt and bra. He climbed on top of me, between my legs, his dick already hard. I shivered, relishing in the fact that it was all for me.

Easily, Edward slipped me out of my panties, tossing them behind him. I sat up and pushed down his boxers, bravely grabbing his cock between my fingers.

I licked my lips, looking up at him. "Mine."

I could feel the shudder that ran through his body. I took one of the condoms and ripped the package open with my teeth, rolling it onto his dick. I slid my hand up his chest and over the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

He pulled my legs so I was lying back. I left one leg raised, throwing it over his shoulder.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes. Fuck me."

He grinned and slid into me, being careful, despite my vulgar invitation.

I had to admit it was weird having something that big inside of me, and it took me a second to adjust, but when I did, Edward started moving inside of me. His hips slammed into mine and it was over.

I flipped us over so he was lying on his back and I was straddling him. I bounced up and down over him, sliding over his cock, my inner thighs wet. I moaned out, louder than I had meant, but matching his primal sounds. He was grunting and groaning as I braced my hands on the bed on either side of him, his hands palming my tits. He leaned up and took a nipple into his mouth, biting softly as I ground into him, one of his hands sliding down my body and in between my legs where our flesh met. He rubbed my clit, hard and quick, and I made these whimpering noises, not being able to help at how fucking amazing it felt.

"Yes!" I called out, Edward's grip on my waist tightening as my movements became quicker. His mouth was hot on my skin, sucking my nipples and then pinching them between his fingers. I was covered in sweat just as he was, flipping my hair back and grinding my hips harder. A shudder ran through me as Edward placed his hands on my ass, gripping harshly. I leaned down over him, my lips brushing his, my body pressing against him. He leaned up and kissed me, our tongues colliding, as I kept riding him. Our kiss was sloppy, yet very thorough, his mouth unrelenting. His hips lifted to meet mine, hard and rough, and I widened my stance so he could go deeper. His hands gripped my ass, and I closed my eyes and bit his lip, my stomach tightening.

"Oh, God," he groaned against my neck, and I muttered the same thing, as his cock continued to slide in and out of my wet, hot pussy, ramming me. I never thought sex would be this intense, this excruciating. I couldn't get enough of anything, his mouth, his hands, his cock . . .

"Harder," I demanded. "Fuck me, harder!"

He pushed me down and without pulling out of me; he kneeled in front of me, and continued his hard, fast rhythm. I watched as he thrust inside of me, his cock glistening with my wetness. I bucked my hips, and I gripped his thighs, his fingers playing with my clit again, taking me to the edge, but never letting me come.

"Fuck, God," Edward grunted. I opened my mouth, calling out his name, trying to catch my long lost breath.

I bit my lip, clenching my eyes shut. "Yes, yes, yes . . . oh, right there!" I chanted over and over again, yelling into the room. At that point, I didn't give a fuck who was listening. I looked down and where Edward was thrusting into me, the sound of our skin smacking against each other, my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. . . .

"Edward . . ." I threw my head back, my fingers pinching my nipples.

"What do you want, Bella?" he said. His voice was dark, and deep, raspy with the concentration of fucking me. My heart was beating fast as my fingers continued what Edward had stopped. I flicked my clit, rubbing as I called out his name.

"I want to come, Edward," I said to him. "Let me come, please," I begged.

He didn't say anything, just raised my arms over my head. Edward was a hot, sweaty, sexy mess. His eyes were closed tightly, the veins in his neck prominent. I watched him as he fucked me. I let go of the hold I had around his waist, letting my legs fall to the side. His rhythm increased as we made eye contact and I licked my fingers and touched myself, wanting my fucking release.

And then it was happening. I was breaking into a million pieces, shuddering and cussing and coming, Edward following me.

"Oh, Fuck . . . yes . . ." Edward hissed and I just lay back, breathing hard, enjoying this high I'd never felt before.

"Jesus, Bella," he managed to say. I grinned at he rested against my body, his grip on my wrists loosening.

"That's exactly how I imagined it," I said with a little laugh. Edward chuckled against my throat. He kissed me, not at fervently or as passionately, but it was still instilled with just as much emotion. I held his face between my hands and I kissed him back.

"You're telling me," he said finally. I smiled. He rolled off of me and I sprawled all over the bed as he cleaned himself up. I stretched out like a contented cat, rolling onto my stomach.

I stood up and pulled on Edward's boxers since I couldn't find my own panties. "I'm going to the kitchen," I called to Edward. "Want anything."

"No, I'm good."

I went downstairs, not bothered by the fact that I was topless. I made myself a sandwich and poured myself a glass of Coke.

As I walked out of the kitchen, Alice and a group of her friends walked inside. I smiled at all of them, taking a sip from my glass.

"Hi," I said.

The men ogled me and the women looked at me like I was crazy. Of course, I was still topless, but I smiled like was fully dressed.

"Isabella?"

"Yes Alice?" I said to her.

"You're boobs are showing."

I laughed. "I know. Edward was painting me, but I got hungry," I said.

Everyone nodded in understanding. Now they thought I was a nude model rather than Alice's little brother's floozy girlfriend.

"Nice to meet you all," I said, walking up the stairs. They all called after me, and I smiled. I fit in here. It felt good.

Edward ambushed me when I walked inside of his bedroom, closing the door and locking it as I sat on the edge of his bed. He'd dressed himself in boxers so we were equal.

"Were you talking to people downstairs?" Edward asked me. He took a bite of my sandwich and drank half my Coke.

"You said you were good," I complained. He laughed.

"I lied."

"I noticed." I took a drink and then said, "You're sister's friends came over. Since they found me topless, I told them you were painting me."

"Smooth," he grinned. "So . . . how do you feel?" Edward asked me.

"I don't know? I feel a lot of things. One, I feel like round two is coming very soon. And my legs . . . they're going to be sore in the morning."

Edward smiled. "After a while, it goes away."

"How do you feel?"

He fell back, lying on the bed. "Like I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

I laughed. "It's 'cause you are."

EPOV

Bella pranced around my room, still topless. I enjoyed it, how comfortable she was with it. She was so hot, so perfect . . . and the sex with her . . .

Granted, she was going to get better, considering she was a virgin. But even then, she was already good at it.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You have a stupid grin on your face. You look funny." She smiled. She walked over and straddled my hips, sitting of my lap.

"What do you think I'm thinking about?"

She turned serious, looking at me curiously. "What were you mad about earlier, before we went to sleep?" she said softly.

I sighed. I completely forgot about the whole Rosalie/I'm-adopted episode. And frankly, I didn't want to fucking think about it. But I had no fucking choice. I couldn't ever keep a secret from Bella. "I had a dumb argument with Rosalie last night and she told me I was adopted, so I went to talk to Alice about it. Turns out I have a fucking sister."

Bella rested her head on my shoulder. She didn't say anything. And I couldn't expect her to. What the fuck do you tell a person after they've said something like that?

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's not a big deal, Bella. I already know who my family is."

"Yeah, you have Alice . . . and your friends from school . . ."

"And you," I said to her. I captured her lips in a kiss and she sighed against me, her arms tightening around my neck.

"Me?" she asked. As if it weren't blatantly obvious. She and Alice were all I had.

"Of course you. You can't think I love you and not consider you my family, Bella." I looked into her enormous brown eyes.

"I'm just surprised, is all." She smiled and hugged me.

"You're my family too," she whispered.

I was taken aback by her confession, and then smiled, wrapping my arms around her waist.