A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I just enjoy putting them in different situations. Three chapters in four hours! I'm slightly impressed with myself. Again, I bow down and give thanks to my bestest friend, LoveCullen125, for helping me through the writer's block, which hits me after about two paragraphs...enjoy.

BPOV

I had realized, after opening the suitcase Edward packed for me, that I needed help.

"Edward…" I whined, sticking my head out from the bathroom. I just finished taking my shower, dug in my bag for some clothes and came up with four notebooks, a voice recorder, digital camera and a pair of sweatpants and his college t-shirt he gave me a few days ago. I didn't have anything suitable for going out to eat with his parents. His parents. Oh, God. I hadn't even know the man for two weeks, was so close to reaching second base with him last night and now I was meeting his parents. I felt lightheaded at the thought.

"What?" He called back, his voice faint. He was probably in the living room. I could hear the low rumblings of the television.

"Come here for a moment, please." I hid my body behind the door and I tightened my grip on the towel around me. He came around the corner, still in his pajamas. Not that I didn't mind the view. I snitched his sleep shirt from him last night, so he was stuck wearing only his pajama pants. My clenched my jaw to keep it from dropping. The man was a god.

"Yes?" His wickedly crooked grin flashed on his face as he leaned against the doorjamb. His eyes peeked through the crack in the door and I growled, shielding myself even more behind the door.

"Eyes to yourself, Cullen."

"Right back at ya, Swan." Realizing that he was distracting me from the matter at hand, I took a deep breath and spit it out.

"I need Alice's number."

"Why?"

"Do you need a reason? Maybe I want it for my personal records, you don't know that."

"What do I get in return if I give you her number?" I bit my lip, fighting against a smile. The man was ridiculous.

"Door number one, or door number two?" His eyes lit up and he began bouncing slightly.

"Give me a minute. I have to get my phone." He practically skipped from the room and was back in less than five seconds, scrolling through his phone book. He handed me the phone and smiled like a child on Christmas morning. I rolled my eyes and shut the door in his face. I heard his groan and a thud. Pressing the call button, I waited for my destiny to answer.

"Edward?"

"No, it's Bella. I have a huge favor to ask of you."

"I like favors. Spill."

"I…need you to go…shopping for me." I held the phone away from my ear as Alice's excited squeal filled the room.

"Ahh! What time should I come and get you? Edward told me where you two are staying."

"Uh, here's the catch. Your brother didn't really pack any clothes for me. I have a pair of sweats and his shirt. And half of my supplies, which may come in handy later." She squealed again.

"Perfect! I'll go right now! JASPER! Sorry, sweetie, but I can't this morning! I have to shop for Bella tonight! I know! I promise to make it up to you!" This was easier than I thought. And then I said the four words I knew I was never able to take back.

"I trust you, Alice."

"See you in a few hours!" She hung up and I set the phone on the counter. Remembering what I had promised Edward, I readjusted the towel and braced myself.

"Alright, bucko. Your turn." I heard another thud and smiled.

"Door one! I choose door one!" Edward's excited voice said from the other side of the door. Realizing I hadn't made up any so-called prizes for the man, I simply opened the door. Edward stumbled in and caught himself on the door. His breath caught in a low hiss and his infamous grin appeared on his face.

"I enjoy door number one. A lot." He twirled his finger in a circle, silently asking me to spin. I did, a small smile on my face the entire time. He pulled me against him and buried his face in my hair. He rocked slowly side to side and we were dancing into the bedroom. He murmured something in my hair and sighed. I held him tighter and stiffened when I felt a new sensation on my skin.

"Edward," I whispered. He made a noise of acknowledgement. I swallowed quickly and continued.

"This wasn't exactly part of the prize, but…my towel is slipping."

EPOV

I stared at the name on the screen of the phone. Alice. I scrolled back down and rolled my eyes. She had called four times after I had talked to her last night. I wondered what she wanted, since she didn't leave any messages. I flipped the phone shut and settled back against the cushions of the couch. Bella was humming softly in the shower and I grabbed the remote for the television, trying to keep my mind off of the images that were floating in my head. Nothing held my interest, unlike the woman currently occupying the bathroom. I desperately tried to keep my calm as I heard the shower turn off and then seconds later, the bathroom door open. She couldn't have gotten dressed that fast…

"Edward…" Her voice was muffled, but I could hear her perfectly. I turned the volume up on the television, trying-and failing-to distract myself.

"What?"

"Come here for a moment, please." Please….please, be dressed. I had to concentrate on walking slowly, not appearing too anxious to see her. I got to the bathroom and saw her hiding behind the door. She wasn't dressed. Oh no. I noticed her staring at my chest, and couldn't help but feel a little smug.

"Yes?" I gave her a wicked grin, attempting to mask the…primitive…urges I was currently feeling. I was so surprised. I hadn't had feelings, let alone thoughts, like this about a woman since high school.

The rest of the conversation was just as difficult. She needed Alice's number and I suddenly had leverage. Following my gut, I asked what I would get in return, trying to dazzle her. She gave me two options but no specifics. I smiled like a school boy and raced to my phone. She closed the door when I handed her the phone and I lightly hit my head on the bathroom door. I waited, listening. She needed clothes. I felt like an idiot. I hadn't packed her anything. Alice agreed to go shop for her, obviously, and I waited. I heard the phone snap shut and I grew impatient. I chose door number one and she opened the door, wrapped in a white towel and nothing else. Oh dear god, the woman was ridiculous. I almost lost it. I fell into the room slightly but caught myself and stared at the miraculous woman in front of me. I knew she was beautiful, but there was something about how she looked now, besides the fact that she was practically naked, that made her so much more than beautiful. I was ashamed of being so animalistic in my thoughts before. The way she was now, all I wanted to do was hold her, to make her happy, to be with her.

I gestured with my finger to have her circle around and she did. She was so trusting. When she completed the circle I pulled her to my chest, holding her tight and burying my face in her hair. I held her like that for some time and began to sway, slow dancing with her into the bedroom. I felt her pulling against me, holding me tighter. I couldn't believe it. I happily obliged, holding her tight. She said my name, pulling me out of the trance that I was falling into.

"This wasn't exactly part of the prize, but…my towel is slipping." I froze as she whispered against my chest. I released her and looked straight up. I forced myself to remember the shame I felt from before and the need to make her happy. I heard her walk into the bathroom and lightly close the door. She came back out in the shirt I had given her the other night.

"This was door number two." She laughed. She wasn't upset. I smiled and offered her my hand. Breakfast came while she was in the shower, and I planned on spending it with her by my side.

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