Chapter 13

BPOV

"Okay, now, I am all yours." I whispered into Edward's ear as I slid my phone closed and scooted closer to him. Even in the dark car, I could see the smile creep across his face.

"Good, I'm glad because you are going to love my place." I felt his hand slide to the small of my back, and it sent a chill up my spine, but I liked it. When Edward touched me, it was almost electric. I felt my whole body react to him, and I had never experienced that before, I had to admit it was exhilarating. "I'm excited; I've never been to the Hamptons. I've always wanted to go, but never had the time or the money." I closed my eyes and let the comfortableness of Edward engulf me.

The ride was quiet and serene to the Hamptons. I couldn't believe it; I was actually going to the Hamptons! Inside, I was completely giddy and it was hard to contain myself. Even though, I had only known Edward for a short time, it felt as though I had known him for years. He was so intuitive to my feelings and what I wanted that it was hard not to be attracted to him.

"How did you get into construction?" My voice broke the silence that had surrounded us. I could tell my question made him slightly uncomfortable; I felt his body stiffen underneath me.

"I, um, my father was into management and that seemed like the logical thing for me to do as well." His voice was dry as he spat out a one sentence answer. "I mean, after college, I didn't really know what to do with myself, so my dad invited me to come work for him and one thing led to another and here I am today." His hand massaged my lower back as he elaborated for me.

This still didn't satisfy my quest for knowledge about him, I desired to know everything about him, he had played a hundred questions with me, and I wanted to do the same with him. I wanted to know everything about him and then some. "So, it's a family business?" I sat straight up, pulling my legs underneath me. "I guess you could say that." His lips upturned into a smile, revealing perfect teeth. I giggled, there was something about him that made me flushed and nervous like a fifth grade girl, and I always tried desperately to hide that fact. I didn't want to give him an advantage over me.

The rest of the ride was calm, innocent conversation about things here and there, nothing too serious. I would save that for later. I wanted to know why his profession was such a touchy subject for him, he always resisted the questions that dealt with his family too, and that intrigued me. I couldn't help it, I had always been curious. I wanted to know more and in two seconds, I decided to use the Hamptons trip to find out more about this mysterious guy called Edward.

EPOV

I thought she'd never stop asking questions about what I do for a living. The whole reason I was taking her to the Hamptons was to get away from what I did, but yet it still came with me. She was constantly questioning me and I knew it was innocent, but I was afraid I would slip and let it out, and then where would I be?

"Bells, we're here." I gently shook her awake, as she stretched with the reflexes of a cat. "Mhm." she mumbled as she lurched back into the seat, craving the warmth it held for her body.

"No, baby, no. You gotta get out." I left my side of the car, only to reappear on her side, lifting her out and starting up the stairs with her in his arms. I didn't typically treat girls like this, but there was something about Bella, something that drew me in without mercy. Everything about her was like a drug, something I craved daily. When I was at work, I thought about her. When I was at home, I thought about her. Wherever I was without her, I was thinking about her.

My house was warm, a nice welcome to the brisk fall air that engulfed the area. I forgot how nice it was here. I hardly ever came to the Hamptons anymore; I was too busy with life in general that I didn't have time for things that didn't pertain to the immediate needs of the family, the family being literal and figurative.

I carefully carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom. I couldn't decide on whether to undress her or not, I choose not to. We hadn't even made it to second base yet, how was I going to explain stripping her clothes off? I laid her down in the bed and kissed her forehead. Her skin was cool against my warm body, it was exhilarating. I laid myself down beside her, watching her chest rise and fall in soft rhythm. She was defiantly one of the more attractive girls I had dated, but there was more to her than that, there was more to us than that. As I drifted in and out of sleep, I felt us embrace, our limbs tangled together.