I am nervous about this chapter, mainly because this is the end. I think the only thing left is an epilogue, but I wonder if that would be silly since Flash Forward is basically the epilogue. Oh well, we'll see! Thanks for being awesome :)

Last night...

Being in Edward's arms was definitely something I had missed over the last two weeks. It was nice to bask in the warmth of his skin. And his smell.

And the feel of his skin. It was...heavenly. I hugged him closer to me and sighed.

My chest was pressed against his flat one, and I remembered I hadn't put on a bra in my haste. And one flimsy shirt was in the way of me being flush against him.

He must have noticed because I felt him harden against me. A rush of desire spread throughout my body. I pulled back to look at him.

"I'm sorry." He moved his arms to my waist and put some space between us. The tips of his ears turned red.

He wouldn't make eye contact with me, which was adorable, but also infuriating. My eyes moved to his lips, which he licked as soon as I did. He wouldn't make a move. He had already made plenty of moves.

It was my turn. I brought my hand up to his face and traced his jawline with my fingers. There was slight stubble. I rubbed the rough hair scattered across his jaw. I looked back to his eyes, which were now closed. He looked as though he was doing everything in his power to restrain himself. So I cupped his cheek, and brought my lips to his.

I kissed him lightly at first, but he pulled me close to him. Apparently, all I needed to do was initiate it. Things began to escalate pretty quickly after that. I opened my mouth and his tongue entered. We fought for dominance in each other's mouths, knowing that we'd both be winners. I ran my hands over his chest and his hands snuck under my Tshirt and ran along my back.

It was so different from our first time. I had rushed then and this time, I focused in memorizing the feeling of his body. As his lips met my neck, my hands squeezed the muscles in his arms. While he ran his fingers along my stomach, I traced the dimples in his lower back. He pulled me closer, and I ran my nose along his neck, basking in his scent.

When he grabbed me and lifted my legs around his waist, well...I kind of stopped being able to focus on anything but his erection deliciously pressing into me.

I vaguely registered that we were moving until we reached Edward's room and he set me down.

Then, he pulled away. He ran his fingers over his face and sat down on the bed. He looked on edge.

I winced. It had to be me.

"Edward?" His eyes met mine, and he looked very torn. All I wanted to do was touch him. "We don't have to do anything."

He broke eye contact and didn't say anything for a while. "I don't want to run you off again, Bella."

Oh.

My eyes watered and I moved toward him. "That wasn't you. I was scared." I sat down next to him and grabbed his hands. He didn't pull back, which I was grateful for. "I'm...I want to be yours, Edward. I love you, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

His eyes swept over my face for a moment. The storm in his eyes dazzled me. And I found myself leaning toward him without meaning to. He always had that power over me.

"I love you," he whispered.

His lips met mine again. And this time he pulled me on top of him. He moved with more urgency. His hands rubbed at my thighs and traveled upwards. I moved back so he could tug my top off. When my breasts were bared to him, he looked up at me. I was self-conscious for a moment until I saw the awe that had taken the place of his hesitation.

"You're so beautiful," he spoke huskily, disbelief painting his tone. And the funny part was that I was the one who couldn't believe this was happening.

"So are you," I said before I kissed him again. It was with great difficulty to get my yoga pants off with my lips attached to his. We laughed as we clumsily discarded the rest of our clothing. And finally my skin met his as I straddled him again.

I threw my head back as he kissed along my jawline. I ground myself into him. He flipped me over suddenly so that he was on top, and I yelped in surprise.

"Sorry," he whispered into my skin. He had no reason to be sorry. I loved the way he felt above me.

But then his lips moved to my neck as his hands drifted back to my breasts. The feeling was so amazing that I hummed in approval. His long thin fingers played my breasts as his thumbs caressed my nipples.

Nobody else would ever be able to touch me again.

He removed his lips from my neck and began to travel down my body. He looked up at me and smiled from his spot above my breasts.

Please, please do it.

He listened to my silent plea and latched his lips to one of my nipples.

"Oh!" I moaned loudly. His tongue swirled deliciously as I began panting. I cool feel my arousal pooling between my legs, and I wasn't sure I could wait much longer. My girly bits were becoming very impatient. "I need..." I could barely focus with the way his mouth was working me. "More."

I wasn't sure if he heard me, but then he moved his mouth to the other breast. I almost groaned in frustration, but I felt his hand flatten against my stomach and move down. I was almost embarrassed with how wet he was making me until I felt his fingers slip inside me.

His fingers curled and I cried out. His thumb began to lightly caress me, and my head fell back against the pillow.

He was relentless.

It was so, so good.

It wasn't long before I was coming.

"Edward," I cried out as I clenched around his long fingers.

He pulled them out and pushed himself into me.

And even though we had already done this before, I was overcome with emotion. I was making love to a man I was in love with.

He thrust in and out of me, and it was amazing. He kissed my face and my neck, but all I wanted was for him to be closer. I grabbed his face and kissed him roughly, and when he pulled back he looked down at us. His face was flushed, and his mouth was taking the form of an 'o' shape.

I wanted him to come. I wanted it so bad.

He looked back at me, and I grinned, and then he groaned loudly. And seeing him...actually seeing him in that loss of control...knowing that this was only the beginning. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel him come apart.

Yes. Give it to me.

He did.

And it was breathtaking.

He collapsed on top of me, and I caressed the back of his head as he came down from his high. He began to move away from me. Intense emotions took over me as I clung to him. I wasn't ready for this moment to be over.

"Stay." Please stay.

I tried to swallow the lump away from my throat, but the tears came anyway.

Edward looked at me with hooded eyes that immediately changed to concern when he saw that I was crying.

He was always so concerned with me. He was my perfect man.

"Bella?"

"I'm sorry," I smiled. "I'm just really emotional." I touched his face. "And I really am in love with you."

He kissed me. "I love you," he whispered.

We made love two more times during the night. He witnessed me coming undone each time, and the sight of him losing control was...so, so good. And after the last time, when I was curled into his side under the blanket, I knew.

I was going to marry this man.

And I giggled as I remembered that it was the first thing Edward had said to me.

"What?" He smiled down at me.

"How did you know?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Know what?"

"That we were meant to be together."

He narrowed his eyes in concentration, and his lips twisted to the side.

"I...just...had a feeling about you."

I thought back to our meeting. I understood that. I had a feeling about him, too.

"Thank you," I mumbled into his side.

"For what?"

"For not giving up on me."

He sat up, pulling me with him.

"What?"

"You have made me a better man." My jaw dropped at that statement.

"You were already amazing before I met you." I spoke honestly. He made me better. Not the other way around.

He shook his head. "Bella," he laughed. "You have no idea the impact you've had on my life."

I truly didn't understand that statement. All of what he had done, all the good in him, had nothing to do with me.

His statement was final. I didn't particularly agree. "Well, I will say the same about you, so I guess we are good for each other."

He kissed my lips and grinned. I gave him a half-smile in return. He chuckled.

"What?"

"I just can't believe..." He shook his head. I waited for him to continue. "We're going to be really happy."

His conviction in the success of our relationship made me want to climb over him again. So, I did. "How do you know?"

His gaze softened and his hand cupped my cheek. "It wouldn't be right any other way." He kissed me again and I sighed.

"Hey Edward?" I murmured against his lips. He hummed. I grinned again. "I think I'm going to marry you someday."

He stiffened.

Oh shit. I said too much. I pulled back to look him in the eye, feeling my face heating up. What I saw wasn't what I expected. I was nervous he would look nervous or uncomfortable, but instead, he looked...dazed?

"Hey Bella?"

"Yeah?" I was being drawn in by his eyes again.

"I already know." And then he kissed me.

I have one more chapter and then I'll be a blubbering mess because this story will be over. Thank you my lovely readers. I hope you enjoyed this journey with me.

Until next time.

-Bravery