Twilight belongs to S. Meyer.

A/N:

Hey guys :o)

So not much to say in this A/N...most of it will come later. Instead of going on and on about absolutely nothing, I'll simply say thanks for reading and hope you like this one!

******************************************

Edward

I roamed aimlessly around the house, trying to walk off my frustration. For like the thousandth time I checked my cell, making sure I hadn't missed the call. I didn't know how I could have, seeing as the phone hadn't left my side all morning, but I wanted to be sure.

I was waiting for a call from Emmett, who was supposed to be giving me an update on how hard of a time Bella was having at school. When I'd made Emmett promise to keep me informed, I had figured he'd be checking in with me earlier. I knew from looking at the time that they were already at lunch and I was pissed that he'd made me wait this long. I wanted to know that she was okay.

I could have called her myself to find out how she was doing, but I was trying to show her that I had faith in her ability to take care of herself. I did, but I also wanted to know that she wasn't being put through hell. I was tempted to call Em but I knew he'd be sitting with Bella and I didn't exactly trust him to be able to talk without giving himself away. My brother had absolutely no skills at deceit; well, not unless it was to get himself out of trouble.

Finally, I couldn't take the aimless pacing any longer so I headed in to Esme's office. Her door was open so I gently knocked on the frame, stepping in when she acknowledged me.

"Hey, Edward. Everything okay," she asked.

"Everything's fine. I'm going out of my mind with boredom but, other than that, I'm good."

"Why don't you find something to do? Read a book or something."

"I can't. I'm too distracted."

She stared at me, a slight smile on her face. "You're worried about Bella, aren't you," she asked.

I blew out a breath but knew there was no point in denying it. "I am," I answered.

"You shouldn't be. Bella is a strong, very intelligent girl who is able to take care of herself. She won't face anything today that she can't handle, and she'll have the others around her should she need any help. She'll be fine, Edward. But, I am glad that you care enough about her to worry. It's good to see you happy and involved with someone. I'd been worrying about you, lately."

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that I was kind of crazy with loneliness and the worst part was I hadn't even really realized it. I thought my loneliness was boredom. Having met Bella, I realize now what my life had been missing."

The conversation was an awkward one for me; I was used to keeping things to myself. If I needed to share, it was usually with either Alice or Emmett; and more and more I wasn't even doing that. I only now realized that the happier they were with Jasper and Rose, the more I pulled away. I loved knowing they were both happy and in love but at the same time, it had only increased my loneliness.

"Well, at least you've found someone to make you happy, which, in turn, makes me happy," Esme said. And I knew she was being honest. Her children's happiness made her happy. She was one of the most selfless people I knew.

I decided it was time to move on to the reason I was in her office in the first place, besides providing myself with a distraction, that is.

"So, uh, it looks like I'll be taking Bella to the charity Gala, if it's not too late to get her a ticket," I half stated, half asked.

"I figured you would. I've actually already gotten her a ticket. I was afraid that if I didn't, there might not be any left by the time you got around to asking her."

"When did you get it," I asked, already knowing the answer; it was there clear as day within her thoughts.

"When I got everyone else's tickets; about two weeks ago," she said.

I stared at her in bewilderment. Two weeks ago I was still doing my best to avoid Bella. I hadn't even admitted to myself that I had feelings for her, yet alone shared those feelings with anyone. I knew that Esme was usually very intuitive, but this was impressive even for her.

"How'd you know? What made you think I would ask her when I was avoiding her at all costs," I asked, unable to keep the astonishment out of my voice.

"I think it was because you were so thoroughly avoiding her. That and whenever she was in the room your attention was completely focused on her. You did a good job of hiding it, maybe even from yourself, but your eyes would follow her every time she'd move. I could see that there was some innate attraction between the two of you, even if neither of you was willing to admit it yet. I figured, eventually, one of you would come around and admit their feelings to the other. I got the extra ticket in anticipation of that; I knew there was a chance you wouldn't get together in time but I figured that it was better to have an extra ticket than be short a ticket," she explained.

As close as I was with Esme and even with my little ability, it was good to know that she could still surprise me occasionally. I smiled at her and walked over and gave her a quick hug, both surprised and grateful that she understood me so well.

"Thank you, Esme," I said. I knew she'd be able to pick out the emotions behind those simple words.

When I stepped out of the hug my phone rang. I grabbed it out of my pocket and checked the caller ID; it was Emmett. I signaled to Esme that I was stepping out to answer the call and she gave me a little smile and waved me off.

I answered the phone as I closed the door to Esme's office. "What took you so damned long to call me," I growled at Emmett, skipping over any greetings.

"Relax, brother; I was busy," Emmett answered, the smile in his voice coming through over the phone.

"Bastard. You made me wait on purpose, didn't you? I swear Em, if you weren't my brother I'd kick your ass so hard even those sparkly gay vampires from that movie Rose loves wouldn't want you when I was through. Actually, I still might kick your ass, brother or not."

"Ha! You could try, Cullen, but you haven't managed to kick my ass yet and I doubt today will be the day you start. And besides, we both know the gay vampires would prefer your sweet ass to my more rugged one any day. Now, do you want an update before I head to class or are you too busy trying to make yourself feel like a man by threatening your older, stronger brother? Come on, dawg, you can't hang with the big boys, so don't even try."

I took a deep breath and counted to three to try to keep control of my temper. I knew he was just trying to bait me so that I'd lose my temper and waste the phone call yelling at him. He probably hated spying on Bella but I didn't care, I wanted to know everything was all right there.

"If you care about my sanity at all Emmett you'll tell me what's been happening there and how Bella is. Now, damn it, cut the shit and give me an update."

Emmett was quiet for a second and I knew I'd caught him off guard by not giving in to my temper. I could hear people talking in the background, laughing and goofing off, and knew he was in the hallway walking to class.

Finally, after a beat, he answered. "No worries, Edward; she's fine. I was nervous about her for like three seconds this morning, but our little Miss Swan has really come into her own today. There's nothing happening here that she hasn't been able to handle. She even had a confrontation with that bitch Stanley and came out the winner. I'm pretty sure Jessica will be giving her a wide berth for a good long while now."

"But Bella's okay," I asked.

"Well, she doesn't need you sitting at home freaking out worrying about her like a little girl, that's for sure. She's got this. I know you're intentions are good, but you need to relax and trust both her and us. We're not gonna just sit back and let people make her miserable. She's family and we're gonna watch over her like family. Now go distract yourself. Make a milkshake and watch some porn or something. I gotta go," he said as he hung up on me.

I stared at the phone for a minute in exasperation. Only Emmett would think to suggest distracting myself by making a milkshake and watching porn. Who does that sort of thing? I guess I had my answer; Emmett did.

I knew he was right, though. I needed to distract myself so that I wouldn't lose my mind before the day was over.

I paced around the house some more before eventually heading outside to my rock. When nothing seemed to help I finally gave up and headed back inside to the music room. I wanted to work on a song I was composing, anyway.

**********

I was so focused on my music that I missed hearing their cars pull into the driveway. I hadn't realized that they were home until I felt a hand lightly touch my shoulder. I smiled to myself but kept playing my song; it was written for her anyway and I wanted her to hear it.

Her hand ran over my back as she walked behind me. She stepped away only to slide in next to me on the bench. I knew without having to ask that we were alone in the music room and that she had closed the door as she had come in. I could feel the intensity of our attraction as it sizzled between us, distracting me from the music. My desire for Bella to hear her song was the only thing keeping me playing.

She sat silently as I stroked the keys; her body lightly leaning into mine. As I played I could feel the tension from the day melting away from my body. She was here and she was safe, I could finally relax.

I knew it should scare me how much her safety and happiness meant to me. I knew our relationship wasn't a normal one. I knew we'd fallen too hard and too fast; but I couldn't bring myself to care. I didn't know what the future held for us - whether this was a fleeting moment of happiness or just the beginning for us - but I determined that I wouldn't worry about any of that. I would enjoy what we had in this moment, and every moment we managed to share together.

As my fingers slid across the keys hitting the last notes of the song, I focused my attention on the woman next to me. She was lost in her own thoughts, the smile touching her lips a distracted one. Finally, she gave her head a little shake and I watched as whatever had occupied her thoughts slipped away.

"That was a beautiful song," she said. "What's it about?"

"It's called 'Isabella's Sonata' and I wrote it for and about you," I answered honestly.

I watched as her eyes searched mine and I knew she was trying to decide if I was joking with her or being honest. I held her gaze, letting her read the seriousness in my eyes.

"It's really about me," she asked.

"It is."

"Will you tell me about it? Tell me what it's supposed to mean?"

"Well, each movement is supposed to represent a different version of you, as I've seen you so far. I guess you could say that it's chronicling you through my eyes, from when we first met," I explained.

"The first movement represents you when I first met you. I didn't know what to make of you when we first met. I thought you were like any other high school girl I'd encountered, flighty and shallow. The more I paid attention, though, the more I realized you were different, unique. The pull I felt towards you was overpowering and irresistible. I tried to resist it anyway, which determined our interactions with each other. You were fiery and full of passion, you were on the defensive, and you were out for blood. Like you, the first movement is full of passion and fire. There's a level of anger and pain in it. But, most of all, it hints at secrets waiting to be discovered."

As I finished talking I played the first movement for her, letting her listen for herself within it.

The first movement was loud and fast and full of energy. It was meant to represent the chaos she had sent me spiraling into with her arrival. I knew that many listening to it would mistakenly believe that the first movement was the most powerful movement of the sonata; but they'd be wrong. Certainly, it was the most energetic of the three, but the third and final movement held all of the power of the song.

When I was done playing I continued on in my explanation. "The second movement is much calmer than the first. This is where I start to really see you for who you are. This is where I start to lose my battle to stay away from you. I knew by then that you were far from shallow or flighty. You're intelligent and caring, honest and loyal. You're beautiful inside and out. Though I wasn't ready to admit it, I was already starting to fall in love with you by this point. The second movement is about honesty. I've tried to give the movement layers, without making it sound pretentious. I tried to capture your sweetness without leaving out your strength." And again, I played the second movement in the hopes of her hearing what I was talking about.

The second movement seemed almost shockingly simple after the complexity and chaos of the first movement, but its simplicity was a deception. It was full of layers and nuances that you could easily miss if you weren't paying close enough attention but, still, they were there. I had done my best to put into music everything about Bella that had captivated me and, eventually, caused me to fall in love with her.

When I was done playing I paused to consider what I would say next.

The third movement was why I wrote the sonata in the first place. I wanted to be able to express in music everything I was feeling for Bella. I had felt that the only way to do that would be to tell our entire story, not just the happily ever after bits. I wrote the first and second movements so that the third movement would have a life; so that when we got to the happily ever after the listener would appreciate the feeling behind it.

"The third movement represents you now – the you that I've finally admitted to myself that I love. You are the first person I think about when I wake up, and the last person I think about when I go to bed. Before I met you I was lonely and unhappy, now I'm full of love and am happier than I can remember ever being. You brought me that happiness. Your kindness and loyalty, your honesty and openness, your devotion to those you care about, your sense of humor, you intelligence, your fire and passion, your intensity; these are all the things that make you who you are, and all the things I've tried to capture in this last movement. Everything, including the chaos from the first movement, was worth it to get to here – to this point in time where the only thing that matters is that I have you sitting here next to me on this piano bench, curled into my side, listening to me play a song I've written about you.

Then I played her the last movement, allowing all the love and tenderness I felt towards her to infuse the music.

The first movement was energetic and chaotic. The second was both simplistic and complicated. The third and final movement was all that and more. It was the power and emotion of the song; it was the heart of the music. I closed my eyes as I played, allowing the music to take over my body and mind. Though I knew that when it came to the woman sitting next to me, my music would always fall short in bringing everything I loved about her to life. Still, I had wanted to try; I had wanted Bella to be able to hear in song how she made me feel, how much she had changed my life.

After I played the last note we sat there silently, collecting ourselves for a moment. Finally, I looked over at Bella to see a tear running down her cheek. I was instantly worried that I had somehow upset her.

"Bella, what's wrong," I asked.

She swiped at the tear before answering. "I just, I guess I just wasn't expecting any of this. I'm surprised by the turn my life has taken, surprised by you. The song was beautiful, the emotions behind it even more so. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me and I don't know how to thank you for it."

I turned to face her more fully on the bench. "There's nothing you need to thank me for. This was just my way of thanking you. You saved me from myself, and for that I owe you more than I can ever repay you. Plus, I wanted to put my feelings for you to music; I wanted to be able to share them with you like this."

My hand reached up and lightly stroked her cheek. There was a moment of tenderness that quickly became something more as our physical contact intensified the electricity between us. Our eyes locked while I struggled to keep control of myself and everything that I was feeling. I watched as a smile played across Bella's mouth, watched as she leaned into me, knew when our lips locked that I was lost. All of my good intentions went by the wayside as her mouth gently brushed against mine.

I lasted about three seconds before the need to feel her body against mine won out. My hand slid to the back of her head, ever so gently tugging on her hair, using it to try to bring her closer to me. Our kiss intensified and before I knew it I was demanding that her mouth open for me. I wanted to taste her, I wanted to devour her. When her lips separated for me it was like heaven, my tongue slid in between her teeth and found hers, lightly touching it, teasing it.

I pulled away from her to change my position, allowing myself better access to her. I moved so that I was straddling the piano bench and leaned slowly back in, giving her time to stop me if she felt like we were moving too fast, if she wanted to pull away. When she didn't, my mouth found hers again, picking up where we had only seconds ago left off.

It was perfection. I couldn't remember anything that felt as good as Bella Swan's mouth felt to me. It was like she was made for me, in every way. And all I could think about was how much more I wanted.

Without breaking our kiss I wrapped my hands around her waist and shifted her so that she was facing me even more. Then I grabbed her leg and lifted it over the bench, so it straddled both the bench and my right leg. And, though I knew it would only bring me a world of frustration, I grabbed her other leg and shifted it over mine; my hands went back to her waist and lifted her up and pulled her to my body. I was now straddling the bench while Bella straddled me.

I waited to see what her reaction would be and when she didn't break from our kiss I brought my hands up to cup her face, my thumbs light rubbing the soft spot below her ears. I nipped on her lower lip and was surprised to hear a soft laugh come from her. I pulled back to look at her face only to have Bella lean back into me, finding my mouth again with her own. She sucked gently on my lower lip and I heard a moan, realizing that it must have come from me.

A quiet giggle escaped her and I knew she had enjoyed my reaction. Deciding that I wanted an equal reaction from her, I went off in search of it. My lips slowly traced a path to her ear, pausing only to admire the spot where her chin and neck met, my left hand entangled within her hair. When I had reached my destination I smiled slightly before gently nibbling on her ear lobe, my tongue lightly teasing what I knew was most likely a sensitive area. Her quiet moan, though not unexpected, was music to my ears. As my mouth retraced its path back to her mouth I allowed myself my own little laugh, feeling slightly victorious and completely male.

Bella answered my laugh with a little smile and I knew that she had understood my need to chase down her answering moan; knew that she had understood that my pride would demand that she answer my moan with one of her own. My base male instincts had kicked in and I wasn't thinking like myself; my primitive dormant side seemed to be taking control of my usually rational mind.

Her mouth opened for me again and our tongues found each other's. After only a moment I deepened the kiss, the electricity between us sparking, reaching a whole new level. Bella's hands traveled up my chest, settling on my neck, her fingers lightly caressing the hair at the back of my neck. I moaned again in pleasure, knowing in that moment that all was lost.

I didn't care that we were in my parents' house. I didn't care that the music room door didn't have a lock on it and that anyone could burst in on us at any moment. I couldn't even bring myself to care that Esme had trusted me to behave myself with Bella while under her roof. In that moment all I cared about was possessing every inch of Bella.

I wanted to know what she felt like inside and out. I wanted to know her taste. God help me, I wanted to brand her as my own; even though I knew how stalkerish that sounded, I didn't care. I wanted her to be mine and I wanted to give myself to her, completely.

My left hand stayed entangled in her hair while my right hand traveled down to her waist, slipping under her shirt. My hand on her bare stomach, fingers splayed, I paused to give her a moment to voice any objections. When none came I slowly ran my fingers along her stomach, lightly caressing her. I waited until she was completely relaxed under my touch and worked my way up, holding my breath in fear of her stopping me before I reached my goal. The fear was unwarranted, though, as my fingers reached the lower edge of her bra.

I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Even as I was shocked at my own behavior, I knew I was going to do it anyway; I was past the point of gentlemanly behavior. My thumb slid hesitantly upwards, my nerves a wreck even as that primitive part of me yelled 'Yes, yes, YES!' loudly within my brain.

Finally my thumb found its destination and, heart pounding loudly within my chest, softly caressed her nipple through the lace of her bra. Her breath caught and time stood still while I waited for her reaction. When I felt her exhale again, I knew she was okay with what we were doing. She never broke from our kiss and so my thumb continued its exploration. Her body melted into mine and I was having trouble distinguishing where I ended and she began. Before I could stop myself, and unsure if I would have even if I could have, my hand gently cupped her breast. An involuntary moan escaped my mouth and I knew beyond a doubt that it would be hard to top this moment in terms of absolute perfection.

Bella broke from our kiss and leaned her head back, an utterly seductive moan escaping her mouth. I leaned forward, entertaining myself by trailing soft kisses up her neck while her mouth was occupied out of reach. Slowly she raised her head and my mouth went after hers again.

I felt my left hand slide out of her hair and knew where it was heading, though it seemed to have a will of its own. I felt it travel down her back, making its way around her waist and around to the front of her jeans. I was amazed at its audacity as it unabashedly and unhesitatingly popped the button open on the top of her jeans. I was shocked to know that my rogue hand had plans of unzipping those very same jeans and exploring the secrets held within them. And I knew beyond a doubt that that's exactly what that hand would have done if my brother Emmett hadn't chosen that exact second to throw the door to the music room open and barge in on us.

"All right you horndogs," he called out as he entered. "That's enough with the hanky panky. Our patience has run out with all this waiting."

As Bella jumped in shock and hopped off of my lap in embarrassment, righting her clothes quickly in the process, I silently cursed my brother for his ill-timed interruption, even as I knew it was probably for the best. Though my body wanted more than anything to continue on as we were, I wasn't sure that either of us was emotionally ready for where we had been heading. Though I almost hated him in that moment for stopping us, on some level I realized my brother's timing had been perfect.

Still, I wouldn't be thanking him anytime soon.

I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself in the process. I knew I would need more than a moment to do so – probably a cold shower or two...or three, would be more helpful. I closed my eyes and silently prayed that I'd be able to get through the next conversation without taking my frustration out on my brother and doing something stupid like killing him or something.

Finally, I felt composed enough to look up at him and was just in time to catch the look of surprise still evident on his face. Despite his teasing as he barged in, I knew he hadn't known what he was bursting in on; he probably assumed he was interrupting us discussing the day's events. The embarrassment apparent on his face as he took in Bella's disarray and my state of frustration almost made me forgive him for his interruption. Almost.

His face cleared as he felt my stare. He met my eyes and I could see the smile within them. We had caught him off guard but that hadn't stopped him from finding the humor in the situation. I shouldn't have expected anything less from Em.

"What's up," I asked to break the awkward silence that had been growing.

"uh, we all just, uh. Look, sorry I burst in on your little moment. Ummm. Yeah, okay. So, we thought you'd like to join us in the game room but I'm thinking now, maybe not.

I looked over at Bella and could tell that she was still embarrassed. Not only did I have no expectations for continuing on as we had been, I felt that it would probably be easier for her to join the others now, to get over her embarrassment quicker.

"I think we'll join you guys, just give us a minute and we'll meet you in there," I said.

Em silently nodded his head before stepping back out of the room, the smile spreading from his eyes to his mouth as he did so. I knew it would be a long while before I heard the last about this.

"Bella," I said, trying to get her attention.

She looked up expectantly as I patted the bench next to me, silently asking her to come over and sit beside me. She hesitated and I knew she was considering the wisdom of joining me on the bench. Finally, her mind apparently made up, she walked over to me and sat down.

"Are you okay with all of this," I asked, my hands pointing back and forth between us, trying to make her understand I was talking about everything that had just passed between the two of us.

As she nodded her head yes, I exhaled the breath I hadn't even known I'd been holding. Though I knew she'd been with me every step of the way, I needed to know that when the moment was gone she had no regrets.

"All right, Minx, I want you to promise me that you won't be embarrassed when we join my family in the game room," I said.

"Edward, there is no way I'm going to be able to stop myself from being embarrassed. Emmett, of all people, just walked in on us making out, with your hand very obviously up my shirt. Are you not embarrassed about that," she asked.

"No, not at all. I'm physically frustrated right now, I'm annoyed at my brother for interrupting us, I'm surprised by the intensity of what just happened between us; embarrassment is just not on my list of things I'm feeling right now. If I could spend every moment loving you like this, I would. That was just, well…it was perfection. There isn't a better word for what that just felt like for me; perfection. I'm not going to feel embarrassed over that, and I don't want you to either."

"I'm not embarrassed over what just happened between us, just embarrassed over the others knowing about it."

"Just think of it as a physical expression of our feelings for each other. I think they're already pretty aware of the intensity of the feelings we have for each other, so walking in on us expressing those emotions physically shouldn't be a big deal. Plus, my brother needs to learn how to knock on a door before barging in. If he didn't want to see it he shouldn't have walked in like that," I tried to reassure her.

She smiled and shook her head at me. "I'm still going to be embarrassed, but thanks for trying. I just think I need to go in there and get this over with so I can forget about it and move on."

"Forget about it," I asked, teasingly.

"Well, not about all of it, just the part where Emmett walked in on us with your hand up my shirt," she said with a slight blush in her cheeks.

"I'm glad to know you wouldn't forget it all. I know that there's no way I ever could. The way you felt, your taste, both will be seared into my brain from this day forth, I'm sure; and I wouldn't have it any other way."

I took her hand as I leaned in to kiss her, keeping this one gentle and light. I didn't think we were ready for a repeat experience quiet yet. I sighed as I pulled away, wishing that the two of us could spend the rest of the afternoon alone in our own little world, here in the music room. I knew the others' patience for us had probably run out by now, though, and figured we should probably join them before they came looking for us again.

As I was about to get up I realized we had never gotten around to Bella's piano lesson today, and I offered her a little apology for having to skip it.

"Why are you apologizing? Maybe it wasn't traditional, but I definitely had my music lesson today. And, I have to say, I enjoyed today's lesson more than yesterday's," she teased.

I smiled at her as I grabbed her hand to pull her up with me. "Well, I'm glad I managed to satisfy you today. A teacher always wants to leave his student happy."

She blushed again and I laughed, loving seeing her reactions to my teasing.

As we stood up I pulled her body to mine, running my hand from her forehead down through her hair as she stared up at me, waiting to see what I intended. I held us still for a moment, relishing the feeling of her body along mine.

As I looked down at the woman I had fallen so deeply in love with I couldn't stop myself from thinking again about how lucky I was to have met her…how lucky I was to have won her, especially after being such an ass to her. I couldn't imagine what my life would have been like continuing on without her – I didn't want to even have to imagine it. Though we'd only been together a short time, already she was everything to me. I was completely satisfied with my love for her, even though, as yet, that love was unreturned; at least verbally.

She hadn't said she loved me, yet. I knew she wasn't ready, knew she was still working through her feelings for me. But I was sure that she felt as strongly for me as I felt for her, even if she wasn't ready to admit it. I was content to wait, feeling confident that she would one day be able to voice her feelings for me…that if she didn't love me yet, she possibly would one day. I was willing to wait for that day.

I leaned down and lightly placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before stepping away from her, my hand finding hers as I did, locking our fingers together.

"Come on, Minx. We have all the time in the world for us, let's go find my family before Emmett exaggerates the story I'm sure he's sharing with the others until we have something to really feel embarrassed over. Lord knows what he's telling them."

She laughed and squeezed my hand as we headed out to find the others. As we walked out of the room I turned back to look at the piano and its bench.

I knew that I would never be able to look at that bench the same way again. I felt sure that I would feel excited and frustrated every time I sat down on it. Playing my piano would probably never feel the same for me again as memories of this afternoon will probably tease at me every time I sat down to play.

I found myself smiling as I thought about it. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that even if playing never felt the same again from this point on it would be so worth it. Nothing, nothing, would be able to top the experiences I had had with Bella here today. Nothing.

Well, okay, I thought to myself, maybe one thing would…

A/N:

Well, I hope you liked it. This was a pretty intense one for me to write. I hope it was worth the wait. I need to thank my friend Gina, who read this over for me late last night to reassure me that the whole kissing scene wasn't awkward and horrible. Thanks Gina! :o)

I would love any reviews you might send my way...which would totally help cheer me up. Why do I need cheering up you ask? Well, because my computer died this week and with it the epilogue of this story that I had written months ago. It was my favorite chapter of this story and it's completely gone. *sigh* On the positive side, one of the reasons I was procrastinating so much on this story was that my last chapter for it was at home on my computer where I was not. I was updating slowly in the hopes of getting home again before I had reached the end. I guess I don't have to worry about that now, so hopefully you'll see updates quicker. I put this particular chapter off for so long because I HATE writing the make-out scenes. I just feel awkward at it lol. But it's done now and I hope it was worth it in the end.

Lastly, my friend (AmandaCullen84) and I are working on a story together called The Edge of Twilight. I absolutely love writing this new story lol. We're only a couple of chapters in so far but we are and plan to update pretty quickly and regularly...no long waits between chapters. Anyway, I would love it if you guys would go check it out and tell us what you think! We're in that early frustrating stage where reviews are slow and you're motivated by how good you know the story could be and hoping the readers show up later for it lol. So if you have time, hop over and show some support, if you're up for it! I have it posted under this account.

All rightie. Thanks again guys for reading! And a big thanks for anyone who takes time out of their day to review :o) You guys rock. Until next time,

~TCG~