As soon as he shut the door, he flung me around and pushed me against it; hands on either side of my face. "We shouldn't be doing this." He breathed; his breath hot on my face.

He didn't want me? I frowned.

"We haven't known each other long; what a day or so?" He smirked now, inching his face closer to mine.

"And…?" I asked, dazed, staring into his liquid gold like they could save me. He chuckled and pushed off the door.

"And…I got carried away." He said, returning to a box to finish packing. I froze at the door, unsure what to do or say. He returned to his CD's as if nothing from earlier today had even happened. Not the wonderful connection between us, the kiss; nothing.

"I'm too much of a gentleman for that." He shook his head as if he were trying to convince himself what he was saying was true.

I still stood there, processing, remembering. "What was that then?" I asked, staring at the floor unable to meet his gaze.

He walked toward me then and stopped in front of me. He used one finger to bring my chin up to meet his gaze. His skin was fire on mine.

"Hmmm…" He pondered and eyed me for a second. "I do feel like I've known you for a while. We, I mean I, learned a lot about you in this small amount of time. You still have yet to know much about me."

I huffed, frustrated. "So, we're just going to ignore this connection we have?"

He raised his eyebrows, probably not believing I said that. "You're admitting we have a connection?" He was smirking again and I rolled my eyes.

"No…but, I'd like to take it a little slower if you don't mind. I don't want to ruin this." As he whispered that last sentence to me, he ducked his head and touched his forehead to mine.

My breathing picked up again and I sighed, trying to calm myself. This wasn't fair; but also, unlike me to try and jump a guy I had just met.

"So…you're going to do that to me and just…" I trailed, shaking my head. He smiled again.

"We'll see…you act like I'm not as attracted to you as you are to me. It's quite hard for me too."

I got hot again, and the butterflies returned. There was zero possibility he was attracted to me the same if not more than I was to him. He was a Greek God.

Just then I heard the door shut and voices. Everyone was back from their hunting trip. Edward piled boxes in his hands. I opened the door and walked down the hall without giving him a second glance. I was hurt in a way, feeling a bit unwanted and a little teased. Sure, taking it slower had its benefits, but we all had forever right? What was the point in waiting?

As I made my way down the stairs Alice eyed me with a smirk. I wonder if she saw…I shuddered, not wanting to think about her envisioning her brother and I getting hot and heavy. Just the thought of him touching me made me hot.

She didn't say a word to me, just smirked. I hadn't even noticed all the boxes were gone. Where did they go? The house was bare. As if reading my mind, I felt Esme lay her hand on my shoulder. "We had the movers come while you were out." She said, in the kindest way possible. Everyone thought I was a threat; to be fair, I was. Although, I didn't attack those hikers. But also, to be fair, I was a little preoccupied.

I just nodded in response and stood awkwardly, waiting. Edward came down the stairs now with his stack of boxes, he walked swiftly out the door. Everyone seemed to be making their way out the door, and Carlisle and Esme stopped to survey the house once more. They looked thoughtfully at the house, then each other. They stared for a second and I couldn't help but intrude. Carlisle placed both hands on either side of her face and kissed her. It was gentle, and loving. As if they were saying goodbye and moving onto the next life in a new place.

I instantly felt bad for staring, but I couldn't help it. It was a beautiful sight. I looked down, avoiding any gazes I would attract.

"Ready?" Alice enthused, appearing out of nowhere again. I nodded reluctantly, but took her hand anyway. Was she always this small?

We walked outside into the gloom; the beautiful sun from earlier behind clouds now. I imagined what it would be like seeing all of them shining in the sun. It would possibly blind a human.

I looked to Edward's car now; he was putting boxes and bags into the trunk.

"By the way, I packed you a bag of what I had in your size. But don't worry, we'll go shopping once we get settled." She beamed. I could tell this would be a great friendship. I didn't mind shopping, but doing it all the time was complete overkill. I just smiled, and thanked her.

She walked to the car with Jasper and I looked back to Edward. He slammed the trunk shut in an effortless movement and looked over to me, catching me staring again. He smirked and jerked his head as if to say, 'let's go.'

My body moved before my brain told it to. I glided over to the passenger side of his car; he was waiting for me, holding the door open. I gave him a small smile; he really was trying to convince himself, wasn't he?

I slid in with grace and he shut the door, and flew to his side, sliding in. He started the car and it purred gently, barely making a sound. Everyone pulled out of the driveway and went north; we started north west.

"How long were you here?" I asked, curious now, the way Esme surveyed her home one last time.

"Seven years. That's about the average time we can pass with our ages." He smirked again, smug.

I nodded, staring out the window. How in gods name was I going to last a 2,694-mile drive with him? I had to keep my cool, especially if he were going to keep looking at me like that.

We were on the highway quickly; he drove a little like a maniac. "You trying to get there before nightfall?" I asked, staring at his speedometer, 120. The car acted like it was a normal drive through a city.

He laughed, and looked over to me. "I like going fast." I rolled my eyes, "You're going to get pulled over and then I'll have to kill the poor officer."

He laughed again, this time harder, then tapped his temple with two fingers. "Built in radar detector."

I pursed my lips; I had completely forgotten. It had been just us for the time being, and with him unable to read my mind, it was easy to forget.

"And the sun? We'll have to stop for gas eventually. And hunting?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Alice told me where to stop and when."

He looked to me as if he were scolding a child. I just nodded again and kept my mouth shut.

Another one of his moods.

We drove for another hour before he spoke again. "So, you don't want to talk to me now?"

I looked at him, surprised. He looked a little upset, but still smug. "Are you going to scold me again?"

He laughed, yet again. I was amusing him. I scowled, crossing my arms and staring out the window.

He sighed, "I'm sorry. I love the adorable scowl on your face whenever you get upset."

My stomach flipped again and I bit my lip to hide my smile.

The rain started to stop as we pulled into Northern Louisiana. I realized just then I was unable to say goodbye; to even look back. I slumped into the seat of the car and rested my head against the door, my arms still secure across my chest as if I were holding myself together.

"I can tell this hurts you, to leave."

I huffed, even though his voice was sincere, he honestly had no idea. After going through what I had, and having to leave everything behind…I could tell he was hesitating with his hand. He wanted to put it on my shoulder, or my leg; to comfort me. He ultimately gave up and placed it back on the wheel.

"We'll be stopping in Sabine National Forest to hunt, in an hour."

I hadn't realized how far we'd driven already; possibly due to his ridiculous speed. He sighed, as if he were giving up, "And we will be stopping at a hotel for a day; the sun will be too bright tomorrow. We will leave that evening; it will rain and be overcast until we get to Wyoming, then we need to stop again for a day and hunt before we leave."

I smirked; finally, he explains. "Thankyou," I mustered.

He raised his hand to his face as if to hide a smile.

We were both quiet until we reached the long bridge that connected Louisiana and Texas on its west side. I'd traveled this bridge many times. As soon as we exited the bridge, which seemed somewhat sparce of vehicles, I could see the overcast of dark clouds start to separate; the water dripping off the plants and trees. It smelled musky and fresh with rain. It was comforting.

We pulled into the small lot after awhile and Edward parked the car, and pulled out his phone. He dialed quickly, the speed of light. "Alice," He said calmly, then began nodding.

"You have 33 minutes from 8:52 am."

"Thankyou," he smiled, and hung up.

I sighed, "I still think this is all unnecessary. I could have flown."

He raised his eyebrows at me questionably. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, maybe not."

He chuckled, "Your eyes are still crimson red, Alice gave me these." He reached behind him into the back seats of the car and pulled out a small box.

"Contacts?"

He nodded; "Alice said your eyes were green?" He breathed. I stared at him for a second as I slowly nodded. I hadn't realized how amazing he looked. I had been so distracted I hadn't realized he had changed clothes. He was wearing a light gray V neck T-shirt that covered his body perfectly. I could almost imagine myself running my fingers along the perfect planes of his chest and stomach.

He broke me from my quick trance, "Mine were too."

"Oh?" I asked, completely dazed. He smiled again, almost gloating.

"We don't have much time, let's go." He was at my door, opening it up for me. I laid the contacts on the seat and got out. I still couldn't believe I didn't feel the need to stretch, but I did, out of habit. He laughed at me again.

He loved using me for entertainment. Our hunting was quick, there wasn't much. Deer, and Edward took down a stray elk. I took down two easily before I was full; the burn dulling once more. I never felt it until I thought of hunting or smelled humans or human blood. I was back at the car before he was. I eyed the small parking lot carefully not to attract attention. There was only one car pulling in. I wished I had put in those contacts now. I held my breath and waited for Edward. The car creaked to a spot not five spaces beside me, and I glanced over.

A young male, possibly 20's, was getting his hiking gear out of the trunk of his tiny car. He was tall, lanky, and wearing cargo pants with a thermal. I watched and waited for him to go into the woods. I felt as if I could hold my breath forever, yet it was getting uncomfortable. The clouds started to break up and I could feel my anxiety growing.

Hurry up Edward.

The hiker went into the woods now and I released my breath, just in time for Edward to come through the thick green forest. His face was frantic, and he raced to me. "Are you alright?"

I stared at him for a moment; confused, "Of course,"

He sighed, "I'm sorry, I got carried away, I should have been keeping tabs on you-"

"Edward, stop. I'm alright." My heart felt lighter after he thought he had to keep tabs on me protectively, but I didn't need him.

"You didn't attack him?"

"No," I gaped, insulted almost.

He shook his head and smirked, "I don't understand. You should want to attack everyone with ease."

"But I don't." I stared up at his confused face. Confusion, anguish, fascination, all struck through him in seconds. Still beautiful as always.

"You amaze me." He smiled.

"Can we fly now then?"

His face dropped now, and he sighed. "I was hoping you'd want to spend this drive with me…" He trailed like an anxious high school boy wanting to ask the hot cheerleader to prom.

A smile broke across my face and I couldn't stop it. "Really?"

He cradled my face in his hands and spoke softly. "That was the plan all along. I never doubted you not once."

I gasped, not only at his touch but at his statement. He wanted to spend days alone with me. We stared at each other for what felt like hours; and it very well could have been.

His eyes searched mine and I'm not sure what they were searching for. Probably wishing he could read my mind.

"What are you thinking about?" He whispered, still staring deep into my eyes. His breath washed my face and I was stunned into place.

"You," I whispered.

He bent in gently, his lips brushing mine. I gasped at the touch; satin against satin, and he kissed me. At first it was gentle, loving, then it grew more and more rough, like he hungered for more. And I wanted more. He broke away from me then, "We should probably go." He kissed my forehead then and I swooned, dizzy.

"To the hotel," he finished.