A/N: I bet you're glad it didn't take me long to get this chapter up, huh? I want to thank everybody that reviewed the last chapter, and added to alerts/favourites. Although I wish that those that added to alerts/favourites ALSO reviewed, since I have almost 40,000 hits but only 177 reviews, which means that not everybody is reviewing. Anyway, you're probably dyingto read the chapter, so go ahead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer.


The Air I Breathe

Chapter 28

"Bella? Edward? What's going on?"

I froze, wishing with every fiber in my body that I were just imagining things. That wasn't Esme's voice, was it? I turned my head to the left, and nearly fainted. Standing on the sidewalk were Esme and Carlisle, both with different facial expressions. Esme's face spoke of shock and then disappointment, while Carlisle's face was livid.

"What the hell is going on?"

I had never seen Carlisle this mad, and I pressed my body closer to Edward in actual fear of the kind and compassionate man who had been like a father to me for almost two years. I looked up at Edward, and he looked as shocked as I felt.

Esme cleared her throat, and I felt my heart break into pieces when I saw tears gathering in her eyes. I was a disappointment, I knew it. "Why don't we all go home and discuss this? Edward where is your car?"

"Benaroya Hall," he said, his voice sounding disturbingly robotic and detached.

Esme nodded and looked like she was taking a moment to compose herself. "I'll see you at home then."

I was still in shock, and Edward nearly had to drag me away. I stumbled along side him, my head cooking up different kinds of scenarios for how the conversation at home would go down, none of which ended in a good way. We didn't talk as we walked towards the car, I couldn't think of anything to say, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stop the tears from falling down my face. After what seemed like no time at all, Edward was opening the car door for me and helping me sit down before going around the car to get in. I was vaguely aware of the car starting, but we weren't moving.

"Hey." I turned to look at Edward. He was frowning, and I wanted to reach over and smooth out the lines on his forehead, but my hands wouldn't cooperate. "Are you okay?"

"We should have told them."

Edward sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. But it's too late for that now."

I turned my head to look out the window, and my eyes followed the road as Edward pulled out of the parking lot. Once we were on the highway he took my hand in his, resting them both in my lap. He only let go of my hand to put on the radio, allowing soft music to fill the car. I thought back to the last time Edward and I made love, with a nagging feeling in my stomach that it had been the last time.

Flashback

I was warm; encased in a warm cocoon. I felt warm breaths on my neck, a slight tightening around my waist, and Edward's body moving behind me. I stretched out my body, feeling his hard erection against the curve of my ass.

"Mmm, morning," Edward mumbled into my neck, placing a kiss right below my ear. His hand slid up from my waist to cup my breast, his fingers gently twisting and pulling my nipple until it hardened.

"Morning," I moaned, feeling my body start to wake up by his ministrations.

I arched my back, pushing my ass back into his erection and grinding my hips up and down. Edward groaned, and his hand left my breast and instead traveled down to circle around my clit. My legs spread instinctively, and pushed my hips up in his hand. With my other hand, I reached behind me and grabbed a hold of his erection, moving my hand slowly up and down.

Edward groaned louder and his fingers slipped down to my entrance, teasing me for a few seconds before he slid two fingers into me, causing a loud moan to leave my mouth. I wasn't a great multi-tasker, so my hand left Edward's erection and instead I fisted my hand into the sheet in front of me, pushing my hips back into his hand. He angled his hand so that the base of his palm pressed down against my clit with every stroke. I felt the coil in my stomach getting wound tighter and tighter, and when Edward sucked the skin beneath my ear into his mouth, I came.

I was panting like crazy, and had barely come down from my orgasm when Edward lifted my left leg over his hip and I felt him guide his dick over my slit. We both groaned when he pushed into me slowly, and I turned my head back so that I could kiss him. He started to move slowly, pulling out almost the entire way before pushing back in. Every time he pushed back in, I felt him against my G-spot, and it made me see tiny start behind my closed eyelids.

Then he stopped, and I cried out in frustration. I opened my eyes to look at him, and I saw the same look in his eyes as I did before he fucked me on the kitchen island. "I want to try something. Do you trust me?"

I nodded. "With my life."

He pulled out of me, and reached over my head to grab a pillow. "Roll over on your stomach." I did as instructed, and Edward put the pillow underneath my hips. "Spread your legs a bit wider." Again, I did as he instructed so that my legs were spread pretty far apart. I bent them slightly, feeling a slight cramp coming on if I'd continued having them straight, and waited anxiously for Edward to do whatever it was he was about to do.

I moaned when I felt him place feather-light kisses on my spine, starting at the base of my neck and traveling down towards my ass. His body covered mine, and I felt his dick run up and down my slit.

"Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

I nodded, and then gasped as he slowly pushed into me. In this position, he felt bigger than usually and I bit my lip to stifle the moans threatening to spill out. After what felt like hours, he was fully in me, and I felt Edward's panting breaths in my ear as he lay fully on top of me. He was leaning on his elbows as not to smother me, and I grabbed his hands in mine, entwining out fingers.

As Edward started to move inside of me, I groaned loudly, burying my face in my pillow. Even though he was barely moving, every thrust felt like a mini orgasm. Every time he was fully sheathed inside of me he hit my G-spot, making me buck my hips upwards.

"Harder." I turned my head to look at him, meeting his lips in a sweet kiss. He started to thrust harder, and my moans were lost inside his mouth. I don't know how long we were going at it, but all of the sudden my inner muscles clamped down on him and I rode out a huge orgasm. As I came down from the Edward-induced high, I felt and heard him come, and then he collapsed on top of me. He didn't stay there long, but rolled to the side as to not crush me. I turned my head and looked at him lying next to me, panting like he'd run a marathon.

"That was different." I said, and he looked at me, grinning crookedly.

"Good different?"

I nodded. "Good different."

End flashback.

We didn't say anything for the rest of the car ride, and the silence weighed heavy in the air. The lights were on downstairs when we pulled up at the house and I was dreading going inside despite the fact that it looked very warm and welcoming.

Edward stopped the car, but made no move get out. Instead, he turned to me, and I had trouble figuring out the look in his eyes because of the darkness. "Despite anything that happens when we walk inside, remember that I love you, and I always will."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I love you too." He leaned over and kissed me, and I got a strange feeling in my stomach that this was our last kiss.

My feet felt heavy as I walked up the steps, and Edward's hand on my lower back was the only thing keeping me from turning around and running away. But then again, running away never solved any problems. It only made them bigger.

Both Esme and Carlisle was sitting in the living room, looking tense. Carlisle was holding a glass of what I assumed to be scotch, and when we walked in, he took a big gulp before standing up.

"Edward, my office. Now." He didn't look at neither of us as he turned around and walked up the stairs.

Edward pressed a hard kiss to the top of my head, and I heard him proclaim his love for me before he walked up the curved staircase that would take him to Carlisle's office. I could see the tension in his body, and I wanted to hug him, whispering that I loved him until all his tension disappeared. Once he had walked around the corner and I couldn't see him anymore I turned to look at Esme. Once I did, I felt like crying.

"Why don't you take off your coat and join me in the kitchen?" Her kind tone made me a bit confused, but I did as she said anyway. While hanging up my coat I took the opportunity to kick off the pumps, my feet screaming in pain. Well, you know what they say; no pain no gain. Still wearing my fancy dress, I walked silently into the kitchen where Esme sat at the breakfast bar with two steaming mugs in front of her. She didn't say anything as I sat down, only sipped her tea.

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her tone not changing from her usual kind one. She still wouldn't look at me, though.

"Since Christmas."

"Do you love him?" now she looked at me, and I saw no judging in her eyes.

I nodded. "More than I ever thought possible."

"You should have told us."

"I know. But we were afraid you wouldn't understand, because of the age difference."

"I'm not mad; I'm only disappointed that you felt you couldn't trust me."

Right then I heard a door slamming against a wall, and I jumped up from the stool. I hurried to the living room at the same time that Edward came downstairs, looking both angry and frustrated. I met him at the foot of the stairs, and I immediately knew that something was wrong. He looked angrier and more frustrated than I had ever seen him.

"I have to go," he said through clenched teeth as he breezed past me. My body only froze for a second before I re-gained control over my limbs and could run after him.

"What did Carlisle say? What happened?" I grabbed his sleeve just inside the front door, forcing him to stop.

He wouldn't look at me. "I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?"

He finally looked at me, and I gasped when his eyes met mine. His eyes were dead; no sign of any emotion could be seen in them. "Us."

It was like he'd slapped me across the face. My heartbeat sounded loud to my ears, and so did my breaths. "What are you saying?"

"You're no good for me, Bella. I need to be with someone my own age; someone equal." His eyes shifted from mine, but they were still vacant. "I won't bother you anymore; you're free to live a normal life." And with those words, he turned around and walked out the door and into the rain.

He was lying, he had to be! I refused to believe what he was saying.

I ran after him, not feeling the cold rain pounding down on my body. "Wait!" I screamed, and Edward stopped just in front of his car. "You said you loved me!"

"I don't," his voice was low; I could barely hear him over the rain. "You were just a distraction."

I stood frozen as he got into the Volvo and drove away, the sound of the rain hitting the car booming in my ears.

Then, he was gone.

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