Rated M for Mature Content. 18 and older only please!

The dreams I enjoyed the last two nights were very realistic and each time I woke, I was slick with arousal. Saturday morning, I didn't have anywhere to go today and Dad would be sleeping late since it's his first day off all week before he headed to Billy's later for the game. My day was free so I decided to go for a walk in the park. It was a little disappointing knowing I had to wait the entire weekend to see Alice again. I kind of wished I had asked her for her phone number or maybe made plans to do something.

I put on my purple hiking boots that was a fairly decent match for my purple carhartt jacket over my skinny jeans and brown henley shirt. It was a chilly day and the sun was hiding behind thick gray clouds unfortunately so I wasn't going to get warmed by the rays. Grabbing my keys, headphones and my latest novel, I locked up the house and started down the street. My hair was pulled back and tucked into my coat and I had a brown knit beanie on my head to keep me warm. By the time I got to the park, I slipped it into my pocket, dragging my fingers through my hair to get rid of the hat head.

The park was fairly busy for a cold, cloudy day. There were small children with their mothers or fathers on the swingsets and slides and young adults on bikes or jogging the perimeter. Then there was little ol' me, bundled up like I was going on a two hour trek in the Alaskan wilderness. I hunkered down on the ground -using the tail of my jacket to protect my butt from the damp grass- underneath a large leafless maple tree.

Half the day was spent listening to my music while I read the novel -my favorite re-read of Benighted by Kit Whitfield- and surprisingly I'd gotten quite a bit read. I'd been so sucked into the world of untamable beasts with Lola Galley that I didn't realize I had a reading companion. I blushed when my eyes took in the form next to me. I'd been so engrossed in my book that I'd failed to notice her but now she had my full attention even as she continued to read, seemingly engrossed in her own book with her long dark peacoat wrapped around her. She had on the most adorable pair of ear muffs I had ever seen with fluff around the ears and a sparkling headband in the same gray as her coat.

Alice Cullen sat next to me, in a similar stance to mine -feet planted on the ground, knees bent to hold the book up straight while we leaned against the tree trunk- reading...Oh this was just too good.

I laughed out loud...a little too loudly, startling the little fae-like girl and pulled the headphones from my ears. Alice looked at me with wide eyes for a moment before gracing me with a large grin while she wriggled her book.

"That's just too funny." I said as I pointed my book at hers. She was also reading a book titled Benighted only hers was by J.B Priestley. I'd read that one already, mistaking it for the lycanthropic novel I was currently reading. However, it was more about psychological terror and an apocalyptic storm. Not exactly my cup of tea. "How are you liking that, anyway?" I asked her with a smile.

"Oh it's very good! Have you read it?" She asked as she scooted closer to me.

I dogeared my page and set it on my lap, keeping my knees propped up. I cocked one eyebrow. "You think it's good? It wasn't exactly for me. When I asked the library for Benighted, I was given that one first but I should've specified. This one's much better." I told her.

She grinned at me. "What's that one about, if you're not into crazy storms and horror?" She asked, curiously.

"Werewolves." I said with wide eyes, twisting to face her with my legs crossed. Alice raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed and her lips thinned slightly. "No it's really good. It's about how when the full moon comes around humans transform into bloodthirsty creatures with a detective twist. Very dramatic and suspenseful. Keeps me on my toes."

"Hm. I see. And you like reading about werewolves?" She asked shortly. I wondered at her strange change in demeanor.

Trying to put her at ease, I let her know just what I preferred. "Actually, I'm a broad spectrum reader. Most anything from the classics to young adult and fantasy to supernatural. The Bronte sisters, Stephenie Meyer, Alys Arden, and Charlie Huston to name a few." I said with a smile.

"Oh! You like Charlie Huston? Did you read Already Dead? I really liked that one." She looked eagerly at me and I giggled.

"It was a bit too horror filled for me but yes, I've read it. I love reading about vampires. There's so many different takes on the supernatural out there nowadays. In fact," I laughed through my nose. "Dad told me he would love me whether I was gay or a dog or a vampire so I told him he better not come crying to me when I figure out where the vampires are all hiding."

Alice smiled oddly, looking a bit uncomfortable with the conversation and I snorted. "It was just a joke anyway. Like any vampires would want to make me into their slave. I'm not pretty enough." I joked.

"Hey, don't say that. You're very pretty." She laid a small hand on my forearm and I smiled at her.

"Yes, well not pretty enough to be in the immortal group forever. You on the other hand...And Rosalie? Gosh, all of you could be handpicked for a Stephenie Meyer novel for sure. I think she's writing a vampire series soon. I've heard rumors. I really hope so because she really sucked me in with The Host."

Smiling brightly again, Alice looked as if she could blush. "That's very kind of you to say, Bella." She said quietly.

Feeling a bit brave suddenly, I leaned close to her and pressed my nose to her cheek, kissing her jaw. "It's true. You're very beautiful." I whispered into her skin. I blushed profusely when I realized what I'd said and where we were. Looking down into my lap, I played with the edges of my book.

This could be the moment I find out if Alice felt the same way about me or not. I waited with baited breath, running my fingers over the edge of the book and swishing the soft paper against my skin. My heart was in my throat and my cheeks were hot with my blush.

"Bella." Alice whispered. I looked up at her from under my lashes and what I saw nearly took my breath away. Her golden eyes were a bit darker, swirling with black specks, her lips parted slightly. She looked so innocent and yet the absolute picture of my desire. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

My breath caught in my throat.