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"Are you ready?" he asked me, removing his shoes and rolling up his jeans. I was suddenly jealous-he could wear whatever he wanted due to his lack of body heat. But I didn't mind the summery weather and wearing shorts. It reminded me of Phoenix. I kicked off my flip-flops and pulled my light cotton shirt over my head, leaving on my white tank top and short shorts. I shook my hair out of its ponytail, snapping the elastic over my wrist and glanced over at Edward. I was momentarily knocked breathless.

Edward had removed his shirt, strewn at his feet, his white skin sparkling strikingly on his muscled chest, showing it off spectacularly, his perfect, sculpted, masculine chest…I realized then with satisfaction that he was appraising me in the same way; his dark eyes trailing over my low-cut top that didn't quite cover my midsection, down to my shorts that showed off my legs…

I blushed, and grabbed his cold hand, squeezing it. "I'm ready," I told him, my heartbeat steady but excited. He flashed me a grin, sunlight glinting off his teeth, and we stepped forward to the very edge of the cliff. I watched small pebbles break off the surface, and topple into the cold water far below me. "Alright, then," Edward said, squeezing my hand reassuringly. He rocked back on to his heels as he prepared to spring off. I mimicked him, bending my knees and waiting for his command.

"On three, then…one…two…three!!" And we both flung ourselves off the cliff, still gripping hands and me screaming, Edward laughing animatedly.

My hair whipped over my head, and my stomach was left behind me as we plummeted through the air for countless moments, my breath stuck in my throat but strangely exhilarated. Edward still had my hand as we plunged into the water, immediately soaked and sinking at a fast rate. A soon as we slowed, he wrapped his hand around my waist, and dragged me up to the surface. I kicked a bit, but I knew it didn't matter one way or another.

We broke the surface, me spitting out water and Edward shaking the wet hair out of his eyes, grinning widely. We were both breathless from the fall, but Edward held me to his stone chest, treading water with ease. What a showoff.

"I gotcha," he teased me, kissing my nose playfully. I laughed, smoothing out his wet hair that was sticking up in a wild disarray, and kissed his icy lips. He kissed me back for a moment, his lips slow and thoughtful, but oddly sweet and romantic. He broke away, his lips brushing mine as they parted, and he stayed close to me, his forehead pressed against mine. He sighed, and I wondered what was on his mind. But of course, it was hard to hold onto coherent thoughts when his intoxicating breath was in my face and his dark eyes holding mine, just inches away from my own.

"Aren't you getting tired?" I asked him after a moment, trying to make my words clear from my fuzzy head. He rolled his eyes at me, breaking the moment with a short laugh. "Really, Bella, I think you know the answer to that question." I huffed an annoyed breath at him.

"Right, so silly of me. Your Mr. Macho man who can do everything." I snorted, and he laughed exuberantly, tapping my nose with his finger.

"Your right, I'm sorry," he amended, his tone playful again. He looked into shore, then back to me. "But I'll get you in where you can stand." He secured one arm around me, and swam in with amazing strength; we were in the shallows in no time at all.

He set me back on my feet, his hands still lingering on my waist. He had that strange expression on his face again, and I tried to decipher it; fierce? Serious? Passionate? I touched his face with my wet hand, taking his other one in my own and leaning closer to him.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him, watching his eyes carefully. He continued to look down at me, and then he smiled a small smile, his full lips barely moving. "Just thinking about…you," he said simply. I crinkled my nose. "What about me?"

He trailed his hand down my waist, making a pattern on my soaking shirt that was clinging to my skin, and he leaned down without hesitation, kissing me fervently and with rash enthusiasm. I was surprised and knocked off balance, but pleased at the same time as I kissed him back, Edwards' passion driving into me. His hands griped me around my waist, pulling me into him. I gladly wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer if that was possible; his face was already glued to mine and not coming loose anytime soon.

Somehow, we made our way to the shallows, ankle deep Edward pushed me back onto the sand, supporting my head as it was pressed back into the sand with his intense kiss. His legs intertwined in mine, and he pressed his cold body feverently against mine, making me shiver with pleasure. He finally let me breathe, and I inhaled air while his lips traveled down my collarbone.

"That," Edward said against my skin, "was what I was thinking about." I smiled vaguely; not really taking in his words as his cold lips pressed their way down, making my mind even dizzier.

Finally, Edward rolled off me, onto his side, keeping his hand on my stomach. He was smiling to himself, and I laughed at his angelic expression.

"Can't trust yourself to be in control any longer?" I guessed smugly. He smirked, turning his head to look at me almost wistfully. "Yes," he admitted, grinning widely. "It was very hard not to remove your shirt then and there." I blushed, but still rolled over and curved slowly on top of him. "Don't then," I suggested coyly. His eyes danced, but he rolled me over so he was hovering over me, letting me hold none of his weight.

"Very tempting," he said, almost totally seriously. "But I think it can wait a bit longer." His eyes twinkled mischievously as he said this, and my heart skipped at the prospect. He kissed my lips quickly, and then rolled off me slowly back onto the warm sand.

I looked up into the late sun, sighing in disappointment at the passing hours. Why must my precious time with Edward go by so fast? I only had one day after this with him, and then we had to go back to our wedding preparations. And dodge Charlie's embarrassing questions about what Edward and I did on our little trip.

I smirked at his reaction -probably embarrassed but still curious. If it were up to him, I would have saved it for the honeymoon. Or never. But he didn't have to worry about pregnancy, anyways, I thought a little smugly. It wasn't possible with Edward, and that was funny, I hadn't really thought about it until now. It couldn't be possible, could it? Unless there was some weird exception for this one subject, but I doubted it. It mad made a little sad, Edward would be the most loving, caring, protective parent a child could have. But Edward was the most important thing to me in the world, and I didn't mind loosing the other things.

Edward looked over at me, wondering at my silence. "You're looking very thoughtful," he said, curiosity burning in his voice. I looked over at him. "Please explain," he prodded me.

"I was just thinking that this is our last full day together," I said, leaving out the other details. I couldn't bring myself to talk to him about that. He smiled wistfully, taking my hand and propping his head up on his elbow. "We're going to do something special," he assured me, looking thoughtful at the prospect. I frowned at him. "We don't have to do anything special," I said indifferently. He shook his head, and his face lit up as he had an idea.

"Would you like to have a picnic dinner?" he asked me happily.

Yays!! Last night for Edward and Bella!! ominous music anything can happen…you've been warned… please review!!