Bella's POV:

3 months before her highschool graduation~ part I

( She's asleep but wakes up, this is what happened on prom night…)

The room is hot despite me having taken a shower after we got back from the prom.

I toss and turn, trying to find a more comfortable position to sleep in, but all it does is get me more agitated than before.

"Will you please find a position and stop moving already?" He asked, thickly.

"I'm trying, dio, it's just too hot. I can't sleep." I mumbled back, moving onto my back once more. "Can I borrow one of your cotton t-shirts?" I finally ask him, lifting my head to look over at him.

He groaned, before getting out of bed, muttering unintelligibly as he walked over to where his bag was on the arm of the couch and pulled out a white tank top. "I only have this one and a gray t-shirt…" he muttered, showing the options.

"The white tank top please…" I muttered, pulling at my shorts as they rode up further into my bum.

He nods in response, grabbing it before heading back to bed, handing me the white shirt before plopping himself back onto the bed.

I sigh in gratitude as I slowly climbed off the bed, and rush to the bathroom to peel off my pajamas, sighing as my overheated skin felt the cool air in the bathroom. I felt so overheated I even pulled off my silk shorts and left only my lace cheeky pair of underwear.

When I finished changing I slowly exited the bathroom and went back to bed.

After tossing and turning around some more, I sighed again.

"What's wrong now?" He asked, lifting his head up and turning to look at me.

"I can't sleep…" I reply, throwing off the blankets.

"Me neither…" he mutters back, turning to look at me.

We stared at one another silently for what seemed to be a long time, when suddenly the air in the room changed once more.

"So, how has the business been doing?" I whispered, knowing he'd hear me, since the entire room is silent despite the small refrigerator in the corner of the room.

He sighed, shrugging slightly and rolling his eyes. "It's thriving, for the most part...how's school?" He asks amused.

"I finished getting all my credits a month ago. I'm only attending school to get out of the house." I mutter, turning onto my side so I can look at him.

"So, you're basically done with school and didn't tell any of us because you wanted to be away from us?" He asks, raising a brow at me in question.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hewt yow wittle feewings?" I cooed, battling lashes at him.

He rolls his eyes at me before whispering, "Isa, cosa sta succedendo davvero?" He asked, looking at me concerned. (What's really going on?)

"Nothing…" I whispered, remembering the conversation I had with Elizabeth earlier.

"Don't lie to me, Isa...I know you're lying…" he cut me off.

What had she meant by her 'you'll always be Anthony's number one girl' comment, while she and Es helped me get ready?

"It's just I keep wondering...if things between us will always be the same or change…" I whisper.

"What do you mean, Isa?" He asked confused, his eyes showing worry.

I sighed, "Do you think we will ever drift apart, Anthony?" I asked plainly.

"No." He said firmly.

"Why is that?" I asked, unable to hide the satisfied grin that spread on my face.

"Because, you're my Isa, as I am your Anthony, nothing and no one can ever change that." He vowed, clasping my hand.

"I hope that's true…" I mutter under my breath, listening to his responding chuckle.

"So, what did you tell ol' Michael?" I asked, smiling at him, amused, as I changed the subject.

"Well, he told me that if I wanted you I would have to get in line and wait until he was finished with you, and passed you along to his friends. I simply told him that if he ever spoke of you in that way again, that I would cut him to pieces and feed him to the rats in my basement. As far as he knows you're already mine." He says blatantly.

I laughed at him, amused, "Wait, but your basement doesn't have any rats…hang on, I'm not yours..." I say, lifting an eyebrow at him in question.

"Yes, but he doesn't know that." He says, blatantly staring at me, before he smirked at me.

I can feel his stare on me as I looked at the ceiling patterns.

"Isa, look at me…" he whispered, propping himself up with his elbows before looking over at me.

I close my eyes and shake my head quickly from side to side.

"Why not, Isa?" He asks, amused.

"I don't want to…" I mumbled, pouting at the ceiling.

"If you don't look at me, I'll tickle you…" He threatened, playfully.

I bit my lip in response before shaking my head at him once more.

He playful grumbled at me, closing one eye to look at me skeptically before he rolled half way onto me, and began to tickle me mercilessly on my stomach.

"Are you going to look at me?" He asked as he continued to attack my ribs.

"Alright! uncle! Uncle!" I squeal in between giggles.

When I feel his fingers stop moving, I open my eyes, only to be met with his, a small gasp leaving my lips as my eyes meet his mesmerizing green ones.

Something suddenly changed in the air. It was electrifying…, causing my heart to race.

His eyes flickered down to my lips, causing me to lick my lips. With a final flick of his eyes to mine he lowered his lips onto mine.

The moment his lips met mine sparks flew. My hands went up into his hair, tangling themselves in the soft curls on the nape of his neck, pressing myself closer to him.

The kiss itself was a heated, toe-curling, pulse speeding kiss. The type you get in those cheesy rom-com movies with fireworks in the background.

I could feel as his hands began to move down my body towards my hips. Slightly tightening his hands around when he gets to my hips.

We kissed until we were both out of breath, and even then his mouth didn't move too far, only moving from my lips to the cork of my neck, leaving small, tantalizing kisses on my overheated skin.

I could feel a moan slip out from my lips as I felt his hot, wet tongue trace small patterns on my neck, before he nipped softly at the sensitive skin.

"An-anthony…" I whispered, slightly out of breath.

"Hm?" He groaned in response.

"We can't do this…" I mutter, feeling as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"I know…" he groaned in response.

Lately, this is what had been happening between us. We would be hanging out, watching a movie or something, and suddenly the atmosphere between us would change and we would end up kissing only for us to remember Emmet would kill Anthony for even thinking about me like that.

Something about tonight told me everything was about to change.

We didn't have the pressures of anyone walking in on us. That and the fact that the ballroom in the hotel seemed to have an opened bar for the adults in who were chaperoning the small-scale event.

Now, it seemed as though the heat in the room was increasing.

"Emmett will kill you when he finds out…" I murmur, as he drops his head onto my shoulder, before groaning again. "I won't tell if you won't." I tease.

"Dolcezza ..." he groaned, somehow, sounding huskier than before.

"Come on, caro, you were the one who told me that prom is supposed to be memorable… and you and your mother talked me into coming into this thing in the first place...so, please… make it memorable…" I whispered...

"That's not the type of memorable I meant." He pointed out, lifting his head to look at me, dryly.

"Fine, then what did you mean?" I grumbled,

"I meant create memories, dolce, not do something you'd regret." He explained.

"Alright, well, I think Mike's suggestion is still open so...if you don't want to…" I say trailing off with a giggle.

I heard a growl forming in his chest a moment before his lips clashed onto mine feverently.

His arms encircled around me as we became locked up in a fevrant kiss. This time even after becoming breathless, his lips never left my overheated skin, recommencing the deliciously hypnotizing patterns on my neck, this time starting at the hollow of my ear and ending on the tip of my shoulder.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me, huskily.

I bit my lip, deliberating for a moment. "Yes." I whisper, using the soft curls on the nape of his neck to pull him back down to me.

A/N: More to come...;)