Chapter 10

When we arrive at Edward's house, Edward quietly points to the front porch.

"Have a seat," He whispers. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," I start and then realize something. "Why are we whispering? I thought you said Rosalie was a heavy sleeper."

He clears his throat and says, in his normal voice, "Good Point." Then he smiles and walks inside.

I take a seat on one of the wooden rocking chairs. As I sit in it, I instantly feel more relaxed, with the swift breeze blowing in my face and whispering in my ears. After a few moments of soaking it up, Edward comes back out, with, to my surprise, a deck of cards in his hand.

"What are those for?" I ask him.

"I figured we could play rummy or something while we talk; your pick."

"Rummy's fine."

He starts dealing the cards and I feel the need to start a conversation.

No sooner have I gotten the words "Rummy's fine" out of my mouth before we're talking about everything possible. Who we want to win the next Superbowl, our worst dates, the time I came out of Victoria's Secret with a bra still in my hand and the alarm went off, and the time he won the spelling bee in second grade.

We'd talked about so much, we'd been out on the porch for hours, and it got so cold, we were forced to go inside the house to the living room. (Amazingly, Rosalie was still asleep.) Inside we continued talking about everything imaginable. Well, almost everything.

"So, I've told you some about my emotional past," I say. "It's your turn."

His head is down, focused on how many cards he's dealing for the next game, but I can see a big grin.

"Okay, you win," He says.

"I grew up, the youngest of three siblings, with my older brother Jeremy and older sister Alice. Alice was always the popular girl in school, only caring about what was hot in fashion and how many boys had a crush on her. Jeremy was the jock, the one all the girls liked, the one everyone cheered for at a big football game, the one who acted cool, but was secretly an alcoholic."

"Jeremy actually had a drinking problem so bad he would go out and party with his friends almost every night-"

I cut him off right there. "Why didn't your parents stop him? Did they not know he was an alcoholic?"

He grinned. "Hold your horses Bella, let me finish," He smirked.

I forced myself to be quiet.

"Ok, where was I," He says playfully grinning at me all the while.

"Oh, So Jeremy would go out partying with his friends all the time, and one night he got in a really horrible car accident because one of his friends was driving drunk. They we on the interstate and rear-ended a semi at 90 mph. My mom got a call from the hospital saying he was in Acoma, so we all went there to visit him. The doctors said he most likely wouldn't come out of Acoma, and they might have to take him off the medication and just let him pass away. But my mom wouldn't have it. She insisted that Jeremy WOULD wake up, despite the doctor's predictions. So we waited a couple months, but Jeremy didn't wake up."

It was my turn in rummy, but I didn't really give a crap about the game anymore. All I wanted to do was listen to Edward.

"My mom still believed he would awaken, but my father told the doctors to go ahead and take him off the medicine. My mom wasn't happy with this decision, and sure enough Jeremy passed away. To this day my mom still insists Jeremy might have woken up, and we've tried to persuade her otherwise, but it's no use."

At this I can hear the hurt in his voice, and when he looks up; I can see it in his eyes.

"It's okay now remember?" I remind him. "That's what you told me."

He somehow manages a smile.

"You make me feel so relaxed, I feel more myself with you than ever. Like we have this connection where we've met before, but I know we haven't. I feel like….like I've known you forever, but I've only known you a few days." He says.

I know exactly what he means. "I feel that way too," I inform him.

For a couple moments we just gaze into each other's eyes. Me into his deep mystical caramel brown ones, and him into my boring brown ones.

Then he bends over and gives me a hug.

I hold him in my arms like there's no tomorrow, soaking up every second in his arms for all it's worth.

When we look up from hugging, he bends in slightly and kisses me softly on the lips. At first I'm surprised, but then remember that I've made this incredible connection with him, and that somehow, it's alright.

'Bella, stop you're married,' says my conscience.

But I can't. He's just so warm and with Emmett, I've never felt more warm and close than I do right now with Edward.

Then the kiss starts to heat up. His hands start to get tangled in my hair, and I grab the neck of his shirt, pulling us closer, if that's possible. It's taking our breath away, literally, so we have to keep coming up for air, then continue kissing.

Eventually, we both need a big breath. He rests his forehead on mine and places one hand softly on my cheek.

"This isn't right," He says breathlessly.

"I agree," I say.

Then we look up at each other.

"I better go," I say.

I untangle myself from him, grab my belongings, and head out the door.

I start to walk down the front porch steps when I hear my name.

"Bella," faintly comes out of Edward's mouth.

I hesitantly turn around.

Then he walks down the steps and drags me to him once again, but this time only a soft swift goodnight kiss is all he wants.

"Goodnight," He whispers. "Hope to see you soon."

I'm so shocked I can only manage to mumble a quiet "Good Night" back.

Then I walk home, feeling the heat of his stare watching me.

AN: No, you were not dreaming, they really kissed. REVIEW PLEEEEEEEEEEEZE!