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EPOV

I grabbed the back of Bella's head and pulled her to me. My lips smashed against hers in an almost punishing way, but she greedily kissed me back. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up so her legs wrapped around my waist. She ground against my dick, and I growled. She pulled away to breathe and I continued kissing her neck, her moans egging me on. My tongue made a trail down to a sweet spot at the base of her throat that had her crying out.

"Don't leave marks," she spoke breathlessly. "It was embarrassing last time."

I didn't listen to her. I sucked harder.

I moved us and set her to the desk where she began unzipping my pants—the pants that I still had on from yesterday apparently.

The desk was at an awkward height. I frowned. She giggled.

I leaned over her and used my lips to silence her laughter.

I ran my hands up her silky legs, groping her thighs hard. My fingers played with the waistband of her shorts, but proceeded to go up her shirt instead. I teased her sides with my fingertips until she groaned in frustration and pulled away.

She playfully glared at me. I didn't respond.

She kissed my lips again and pulled my pants down to my ankles, my erection straining against my boxers. She smiled up at me, her eyes dark with lust, and I smirked down at her.

I'm getting laid.

She pulled me down onto her. Again, very awkward considering the size of the desk, but I didn't care. I was horny. And apparently always am. She started tugging at my shirt and I lifted my arms so she could pull it off me.

I moved my hand under her shirt again and caressed her breasts through the lace of her bra. She gasped and arched into my touch. I grin again.

"God, you really want me, don't you?"

She looked at me with her dark eyes that were hooded with lust. I shouldn't have said anything because the look in her eyes brought on the guilt. She moved her hand to touch my cheek.

"I always want you. I love you."

She spoke with such longing that I couldn't continue.

Don't fuck everything up by just fucking her.

My own voice blared through my head.

I scrambled off of her as quickly as I could.

"Edward?" she asked quietly. "What's wrong?"

"I…"

I what?

I don't love you.

I don't know you.

I snatched up my clothes and pulled up my pants quickly, wincing as the fabric hit my hardened dick. I pulled my shirt over my head.

I glanced at her. Her hair was messy; her lips were red and puffy, but those eyes…

I've never seen anything as expressive. Her eyes held pain…

Rejection…

Longing…

Concern…

"I'm sorry."

I ran out of there without glancing back.

I found Emmett at the bar still, eating pizza.

"I need you to take me home."

"But I'm eating," he responds with a full mouth.

"Please."

He dropped the pizza, quickly dug into his wallet and threw down some money.

"Alright, man."

We walked out of the bar and away from…her.

You're a good man, Edward.

Bullshit.

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Until later,

-Bravery