A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.


I needed a second. I moved away from him to blow out a candle I had left burning earlier. We were done in the living room. I wanted to take this to a more comfortable place. When I turned back to him, he was adjusting himself back in his pants and doing up his fly, with an unsure look on his face. He averted his eyes from me and for the first time ever, Edward Cullen looked awkward. He cleared his throat again. "I guess… I better…" He trailed off.

Was he leaving? Oh, no, no, no, no.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "I'm not done with you yet." I hooked my fingers into the front of his almost rebuttoned jeans, pulling him forward as I walked backwards into my bedroom.