"You're the artist, aren't you?" I asked.

She nodded shyly.

"I am the photographer, yeah."

The late nights, the computer issues that seemed to drive her absolutely insane, the late nights she didn't even go to sleep. It all made sense now.

"Isabella Marie Swan," I shook my head in wonder and grabbed her hands to pull her tighter to me.

"You truly are an amazing creature." I leaned in for a kiss, but she met my lips even before I was halfway there. Standing up to her tiptoes, she threw her arms around my neck and pulled her body flush against mine. I could feel all of her as my hands explored her back, underneath the leather and over the soft knit fabric of her dress. She moaned into my mouth when I let my tongue glide over her bottom lip and I groaned in response when hers met mine.

"Can't say I've ever seen my boss making out before." A loud voice and some laughter broke our magical bubble and I looked over to where it came from.

"Neither have I." I shot at him, laughing and hiding my flushed face from his view.

"Baby Swan, how much for my woman?" He cut to the chase, nodding over to the large canvas of Rosalie. I smirked, knowing he probably didn't like it that much that everyone here could see his fiancé in such an intimate display.

"Excuse me, McCarty. I'm no one's property." Rosalie interrupted, sliding one arm around Emmett's waist as she walked up to him. She looked strikingly beautiful with a pair of red pleather pants that seemed to reflect like a mirror and a long, lace tunic over it. The pair of black stiletto's made me almost sick of vertigo, but she wore them so casually like she never wore anything else.

"Check your ring finger, I'm sure that say something else entirely, Muffin." He whispered sweetly before he kissed her knuckles. I had to look away because again, their love and the grandness of it made me a little awkward.

"Congrats, Bells." Rosalie said and stepped over to her friend to envelop her in a hug.

"On both the opening and the big smooch," I heard her giggle.

"So, I told you that you were in for a treat, Boss." Emmett nudged my shoulder and motioned for the server to come over with his tray of drinks.

"And I'm so glad you managed to keep your piehole shut for once, Em." Bella said, taking a glass of prosecco from the server's tray.

"Miss Swan, do you have word?" The woman emerging from a closed door in the left hand corner of the gallery walked up to my Butterfly, a file in her manicured hands and curly strands of black hair around her face.

"That's the owner of the gallery, I better go see what's up. Be right back," Bella said to me and stretched out for once again, a lovely kiss.

"I bet she's going to tell little Swan that she's sold out already." Emmett said, looking at the little canapes the serving staff brought out.

"Honey, no offence but it's only officially opened like an hour ago." Rosalie said and rolled her eyes at her giant boyfriend.

"She's that good, I'm telling you." He walked away to follow the waiter, stalking him until he had a few of the little treats.

"So, what do you think?" Rosalie crossed her ankles and smiled at me. The shade of red on her lips matched her pants perfectly.

"How long has this been going on?" I wondered.

"Well," Rosalie took a sip of her sparkling drink before she continued. "She's been dreaming of photography forever, but she also wanted to dance until her legs gave out. After her injury, she wasn't able to dance full-time in a professional way anymore –she used to dance ballet and teach a while back but her knee couldn't handle that anymore. Her partner dropped her on stage a couple of years ago and her knee never fully recovered. She was devastated, but I pushed her to go to school for her photography if she wanted to dance at the club. I'd been working at Volturi for a while before she got in, but all I ever did and ever will do, is tending the bar." She looked up for a moment and walked closer, draping one arm around my shoulders. "She was so set on nailing this, on expressing herself and on making a brand for herself, not submitting to a mediocre job at some kind of newspaper to cover the articles or to become the kind of photographer who takes kid's pictures in school. She's always been this way, wanting to excel at anything she tries and making her own version of it. It's honestly why she is so respected and sought-after in the club, too. People like her because she's different. Her life as a ballet dancer was miserable. She barely ate, she was stressed and she had to fit the profile. She hated every minute of it but did it because she loved to dance. Now she finally figured out how she wants to live her life and I'm so glad she ran into you, Edward. You do realize you weren't the only one watching, right? You might have eyes like a hawk when it comes to her, but the Butterfly always looked for you since that one night. She shot that picture of you on my iPhone actually, one night when she snuck out the back entrance when she noticed you. It was the only picture of you she ever had and she made it into such a beautiful piece of art." Rosalie sighed and leaned her head on my shoulder. "You can feel the loneliness and the pain in it, and I'm so fucking over the moon that the two of you found each other." I almost got tears into my eyes when she spoke to me like that. It was unbelievable that she knew her friend that well, but so fucking beautiful.

"I can't imagine that living with her hasn't been good especially after seeing that kiss, but tell me, Edward Cullen. How good has it been?" Rosalie asked coyly, eying me suggestively.

"You have a lovely bed," I chuckled and grasped the hairs on top of my head since the back got too short for that. I tugged hard and rubbed my forehead, needing to calm down. Needing a cigarette. Badly.

"Are you fucking serious?" Rose's mouth gaped open. "I thought she could barely keep her clothes on when you were around."

I snorted.

"Well, she hasn't exactly been wearing a ton of clothes."

"No sex, nothing?" She asked.

The intimate conversation with Rose didn't really bother me, at all. I didn't care that she asked, it felt like we'd been friends for years.

"No, not until that kiss just now. It was the first one since I moved in, except for a few teasing kisses."

"Gosh, one of these days Bells is going to combust out of pure frustration, you know that?" Rosalie started laughing.

"You do know she's holding back for you, right?" She raised a brow and downed her glass off sparkling wine.

"What?"

"Yeah, she thinks you've been through enough already and she doesn't want to push you. But I thought after I moved out, you'd have made a move already, Good Guy."

"Sorry," I sighed. "I just don't really know how to handle situations like this. I've never been so out of my mind, crazy into someone before and I think I'm really falling in love with her, Rose." I admitted. Rosalie gave me the Puss in Boots-eyes that made me weak in the knees.

"Oh my God! That is so sweet… I can't even keep it dry," Rosalie said and dabbed her napkin under her eyes to make sure her makeup didn't run all over her face.

"I knew it, I totally knew it." Emmett's voice came out from behind us and I smiled at him, a little embarrassed.

"You're in love, Cullen. Admit it."

"I might be, yeah."