A/N I had a rough week, so this is all I have for a chapter. I actually whipped this out today. so forgive any mistakes. Thank you everyone for the support on this story! It means the world to me so I'll push through and give you guys a longer chapter next week.

After a night full of many ups and downs, Bella and Edward agreed to just sleep for the night, and nothing else. But as lightheartedly as he suggested it, Bella knew it was going to be easier said than done, for the both of them.

"Are you warm enough?" Even though Bella had her back turned to him, his voice still stroked her skin.

"I'm fine." Wrong, she was rather cold, due to the fact that she was still in her bathing suit, but too nervous to change in case it sparked something neither of them were ready for.

"Bella, you're practically shivering, please just change. A wet bathing suit can't be comfortable to try and sleep in."

He was right, the fabric was freezing her skin even more, but… "You first."

She heard a deep sigh, and then, "Fine. I'll change first because we are both adults that can exercise self control." She got the distinct feeling that he was stating as much more as a reminder to himself, than anything else.

Bella felt the mattress dip in time with the rustle of the covers, and God damn her, she couldn't help but turn her head just in time to see his bare, and rather attractive behind. But she quickly turned her head before he noticed the attention.

"Your turn." He murmured as he joined her in bed.

Bella took a deep breath to prepare against the frigid air before leaping out of bed and towards her bag. She heard a low chuckle sound from behind her, "That afraid that I'm going to peek?"

"No, I'm fucking freezing, smart ass, that's why." She heard another laugh as she shed one layer to pull on another.

"Really? Is that why you snuck a look when I was up a second ago?" Bella froze at his words, finally turning to see a wolfish grin spread across his handsome face.

She paused to pull on her final layer, a flannel that was a bit too big and just barely grazed her thighs.

"That's mine," He growled, the realization sparking something inside of Edward; something perhaps a bit animalistic that purred in seeing Bella wrapped in him.

She quirked a brow and took the last step that landed her at the foot of the bed, her fingers tugging at the hem of the thick fabric that she now noticed smelled unmistakably like the man laying in front of her.

She watched his eyes darken and his lips part to show a rather feral smile as he slowly rose towards her. A slow fire was starting to burn inside her, at mere thought of him touching her again. And when her eyes settled on him, on his knees before her, she almost burst from the flames.

"Can you blame me for looking?" Bella murmured, making no effort to hide her own hungry gaze at it slid across his naked torso.

She watched his eyes somehow turn darker; his nostrils flaring delicately, "No, I can't." His hands came up to wrap around her hips, "Just like I can't be blamed for wanting you even more now." She let out a shaky breath as his hands lowered to scrape the back of her thighs. "I know we shouldn't." He groaned, teeth clenched as he pulled in his own shuddering breath. "Bella." He uttered her name like a prayer, as she squeezed her eyes shut just as his nose grazed the top button of her shirt. "So we won't."

Bella blinked, left in a stupor as she watched him lay back in bed with a whoosh of air that did well to clear her head.

But she nodded, not meeting his gaze as he quickly situated himself and slipped under the covers, "You're right."

"I'm sorry, Bella. For working us both up." He ran a hand that through his hair, as she avoided the ripple of muscle the motion created, and instead joined him on the other side, making sure healthy distance remained between them. "Don't be sorry. Thankfully you have more self control than I do."

Edward let out a scoff, "I wouldn't say that." Their gazes finally met, and Bella was met with a warm smile, "Come on, lets get some sleep. Tomorrow, we have to face reality again. Best to be at full strength."

She hesitantly agreed, sliding down into the heap of sheets and blankets and turned her back to his. But she was too wired to shut her eyes, instead letting herself listen to his even breathing to ease her own.

But her heart only leapt in speed when felt Edward's breath tickle the back of her neck as he turned over. "What is it?" He murmured, somehow sensing her hesitation.

She craned her neck, "What do you mean we have to face reality tomorrow?"

Edward pressed his lips together, "We've kind of been stuck in our own little bubble up here. I can't help but wonder what happens when we both leave; when the wedding is over and you have to go back to Chicago."

"We'll figure it out." Was all Bella said, it was all she could say. She had no idea if they could make a relationship work or not. If they're new lives would be compatible with each other, but she knew she wanted to try.

"You're right," Edward resigned, sliding closer to press a kiss to her forehead, "We'll figure it out." Feeling at least a big better, Bella allowed Edward to tuck her against his side, reveling in the warmth he provided. And did her best not to think of the uncertainty of their future.

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Bella awoke next to a chilling tent, but her body was sweating; the reason being two very large arms wrapped around her.

And as her eyes adjusted, she felt the steady breath against her neck that was attached to the body that was wrapped around hers. "Edward."

He only grumbled in response, somehow nuzzling his face further into her neck. "We need to get up," She insisted halfheartedly, rather enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

"Not yet," He groaned, "I don't want to face reality just yet." Bella let out her own groan as Edward pressed a slow kiss against her shoulder, only to feel a hand trail down her side. But he didn't stop there, only dipping to the hem of his flannel that she wore and slipped hand inside to stroke the skin of her stomach.

And Bella couldn't help but let out a gasp as he dragged a calloused palm to cup one her breasts. He growled in response, pulling her earlobe between his teeth just as he started to tease the peak between his thumb and forefinger.

"Edward," Bella repeated his name in a breathless moan, not able to take anymore as she turned to capture his lips. He let out an appreciative groan, his other hand coming up to grasp her other breast, as she pressed her ass to the sudden hardness she felt pressing there.

"Fuck," Edward hissed, "You're not making this easy, Bella."

"Whoever said I wanted to?" She murmured against his lips, but wanting more.

Yet, whatever she had said, her words had had a negative reaction as Edward paused.

"What's wrong?" Bella scanned his face, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Nothing, we probably should be getting up." He carefully removed his hold from around her, swinging his body around so that his back was to her.

"Edward, what's wrong?" Bella rose and attempted to put a hand across his back, but he was already rising.

"Come on, I can hear everyone already packing. We should join them." He ordered as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

"Edward—" Bella started.

"I'm sorry to get you worked up again." He quickly interrupted and left the tent before she could say another word.

So with a head still mixed with confusion and arousal, Bella flung on some clothes on and attempted to prepare herself for the onslaught that was about to ensue.