Saturday Night, August 6th

I can't stop staring at him, even while he starts the show and the first person gets up to sing. And my heart is beating too fast as I see him make his way from the booth over to where I'm sitting. I can't breathe. Fuck, I can't move, but I feel the overwhelming urge to run out of here.

"This is the guy?" Alice asks.

"Shut the fuck up," I snap.

"Bella," he says when he finally gets to the table. His wide eyes questioning...surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not spying on you," I blurt out…like a goddamn idiot. "I mean…well, I…I mean I didn't even know you worked here. I didn't…I mean…I didn't…I didn't know. Alice made me come."

Alice snorts, even though I find nothing about this moment funny.

"Yes, I did," she says. "Clearly, not as much as you've made her come…but yeah…she's here because of me."

Edward's eyes shift to my best friend, and I'm pretty sure that whatever was happening between us before this is now officially over. But he surprises me and smiles at her. It's not the same smile he gives me, but it's still one of his smiles. So, yeah…it's perfect.

Turning back to me, he says, "I don't care why you're here…I'm just glad that you are."

And of all the things I expected him to say, that sure the fuck wasn't it.

"You are?" I ask lamely.

"I am," he smiles. My fucking smile. "Want me to show you how much?"

"Right here?"

He chuckles.

"Well, I can't really show you," he says, leaning in. I can feel his breath against my cheek. "But I can kiss you…can't I?"

I can only nod my head and then his mouth is covering mine. And it's like the whole bar disappears. It's just me and him as he kisses me so deeply, so fucking sweetly. His hand reaches under my hair and I feel his fingers pressing lightly against me neck. I bite down on his bottom lip as he pulls back, not ready to let him go.

"I think I need to stop," he says.

I remember where we are and quickly look around, embarrassed. I notice a woman looking at us and she seems pissed. I don't really think about it because she's probably just some whore who wants to fuck my boyfriend.

I can call him my boyfriend now, right?

"Who is that woman looking at us?"

Edward turns his head to look, quickly looking back at me and says, "No one…she's just…someone that I know."

"Someone that you know?" I ask. "Or someone that you know?"

"Don't worry about her, Bella," he says. "She's not important. You are. I have to get back the song is almost over."

"Okay," I nod, trying not to look like a smitten, dreamy schoolgirl. I'm pretty sure I'm unsuccessful.

"You'll stay?"

"I'll stay."

"Holy fuck," Alice shrieks when he's not quite out of hearing range.

"I know, right?"

I try to calm down, so I won't embarrass myself anymore. Well, not that I have anything to be embarrassed about. In fact, I'd say that whole scenario played out pretty fucking well.

We spend the next several minutes drinking, as I try to clam myself down. I'm feeling flushed and I'm pretty sure that girl is still looking at me. Well, maybe "glaring" is a better word. But I try to brush it off…because every few moments, I see Edward looking at me. And that is more important.

Smoke hangs in the air of the small bar. It's thick and sweet like the bourbon I'm sipping. I can still feel his hand on the back of my neck…even though his touch has been gone for a few minutes. I still shiver and when I look up, I notice in the dark corner where he's sitting, his gaze still lingers.

On me.

My heart races even more when I hear him speak into the microphone. I don't even know what he's saying. I can only hear the velvet sound of his voice. I can only see his green eyes holding mine.

Just like today in his apartment…in his bed.

Just like the all days before.

The screeching sound of another microphone hitting the floor pulls my eyes from his. I look to the front of the bar to find the woman picking it up as she stumbles a bit to the left and then to the right.

"Before I sing a song, tell me, right the fuck now," the pretty, but obviously drunk woman exclaims. "How many women in this bar have fucked Edward Cullen?"

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The room spins.

The world stops.

And then, looking around, I want to die.

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A/N

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