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"If you do not stop touching her, I will be forced to get physical."

Bell laughed under her breath as she listened to Glasses and Emmett's disagreement. After twenty-six agonizingly boring hours in the hospital, she was finally being released. Even though she had seen firsthand just how kind Edward's family was, it still shocked her when she discovered they had been sitting in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs the entire time. Now she was trying to keep her amusement to herself as she listened to Emmett and Edward fight about who would take care of her.

"Dude, seriously, I'm pretty sure I have at least fifty pounds of muscle on you. If anyone should be staying with her, it should be me," Emmett responded, pounding his meaty fist against his chest like a caveman. Bell snorted when her friend winked at her. He was just trying to get a rise out of Edward, she realized. And of course, her knight in shining spectacles was playing right into his hands.

"Bell does not weight more than one hundred and forty pounds, which was how much I lifted during my last bout of weight training. I'm more than capable of carrying her if the need should arise. Add to that, if you were to see my girl au natural, I might be forced to carve your eyes out with a spoon," Edward growled softly, his commanding tone and threat of violence sending shivers down Bell's spine.

Fuck, he was hot.

"Okay big boy, I think I've let you tease my brother long enough. Please stop before I do something I'll regret," Rose scolded, crossing her arms across her chest. The motion should have been menacing, but the way her forearms pushed her breasts up through the opening of her low cut top simply made her look like a sexpot. Bell almost felt bad for how whipped Emmett was by Rose already…almost. She knew that what her friend needed more than anything else, was someone to love.

Emmett McCarty fell in love when he was fifteen. Her name was Lily and she was two years younger than he was. She was a brown-eyed, red-haired dainty and delicate flower to be cherished and worshiped. Emmett dreamed of white picket fences and a future out of a storybook, until the day before her eighteenth birthday. While he was picking out the perfect bouquet of flowers for her, she suddenly passed out in the middle of her history class. By the time Emmett made it to the hospital, she was gone. An undiagnosed heart condition, they said she didn't suffer. Those words did little to help Emmett's heartache.

When Bell was at her darkest after Alec died, Emmett shared his pain with her. Their tragedies were so similar; they couldn't help but feel like kindred spirits. Emmett confessed that he and Lily had been waiting to make love until her birthday, and after she was gone he just couldn't imagine touching another woman.

Now, nearly ten years later, Bell could tell her friend was struggling with his instant and obvious attraction to Edward's twin. Rose was everything Lily was not. She was tough and spirited, not breakable. While Lily had barely reached five feet, Rose towered over most women at nearly six foot. But what Bell though was most appealing about Rose, was her vibrant determination. If she wanted Emmett, nothing would stop her from getting him.

"I apologize. Edmund, you take Bell home and take good care of her," Emmett said, his face all kinds of serious as he baited Edward once more. Rose sighed as she shook her head at Emmett's antics. Bell gave them a week before they were contemplating marriage.

"Are you ready, Bell?" Edward whispered, leaning down next to where she sat in the hospital-regulated wheelchair. Bell pulled her eyes away from the heat exploding between Rose and Emmett and met Edward's glass-distorted eyes.

"I think you should consider contacts," she said, not answering his question. Edward cocked his head to the side and reached up to adjust his thick, black frames.

"I realize these are not fashion forward, but if a bone chip were to splinter off while I was using the striker saw, I would be in trouble if I was wearing contacts. My glasses have saved me from certain blindness several times," he replied, serious as always.

"Aren't you supposed to wear those plastic mask thingies to protect your face, anyway?"

Edward sighed, reaching up to run his fingers through his wild hair as he struggled to come up with an answer. Damn Bell, she was too smart for her own good.

"I don't like sticking my finger in my eye. I tried contacts once before and it made me nauseous," he admitted, trying to keep his voice down so no one else would hear him.

"Edward, you have no problem reaching inside a dead body, but you get skived out touching your eyeball? Don't you think that's a little odd?" Bell asked, keeping her voice just as quiet.

"Of course I do, but the human psyche doesn't always make sense. Now are you ready to go?" he sighed, knowing she would pressure him for more answers later. Bell smiled sweetly up at him, reaching out and putting her arms around his shoulders. He lifted her with ease, taking her weight as if it were nothing as he walked over to his car. Emmett and the rest of Edward's family followed, everyone making sure he lifted with his knees and didn't bang her head on the car door. "ENOUGH!" he shouted after he got Bell safely into the front seat of the car, injury free. "I am taking Bell home. I will call you when she is up for visitors. There is no reason I cannot care for her. Don't bother us until I call."

Esme, Rose and Alice hid smiles behind their hands at Edward's commanding tone. He was a force to be reckoned with, now that he actually had someone to protect. Carlisle simply nodded and slapped his son on the back while Emmett glared at him. While he had other Grief Share members he cared about, Bell was his favorite. The losses they had experienced were so much alike; he thought he would always have her. But it looked as if she had finally been able to mend her broken heart.

"Did the doctor say when I can engage in physical activity again?" Bell asked as Edward got in the car, buckled his seatbelt and pulled out of the parking lot.

"He wanted you to wait at least a month before you start skating again," he replied, his attention distracted as he signaled a turn. When he felt Bell's hand running up the inside of his thigh, he jumped and nearly drove off the side of the road.

"That wasn't the kind of activity I was talking about," she cooed, her smile widening when she felt Glasses' cock twitch beneath her palm.

"Bell-" he choked, "Baby, please, if you don't stop that I'll crash the car." Hearing him call her 'baby' had her eyes closing in pleasure. But he was right, she needed to stop. His groan of disappointment was comical as she released him and primly folded her hands in her lap.

"So, sex is an option…when?" she giggled, laughing full out when he glared over at her and reached down to adjust himself.

"Is that all you think about?" Edward teased her softly.

"Only with you, Glasses," she whispered, looking over at him with lust-filled eyes. Edward tightened his hands on the steering wheel at the sound of her husky tone.

"I believe as long as you don't have a headache, I might be able to be persuaded to pleasure you after I give you a bath," he said, his voice deep as he pictured her wet and pliable for him. He loved bathing her.

"Promise?" she whispered. Edward's determined look told her everything she needed to know, and she sat back in the safety of his car. She had no doubt he would pleasure her, he always did.

Sexy time? Yeah…I promise them next chapter