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Chapter 2:


I made my way back to my seat, cautiously. I was new at this type of thing; and I didn't know how to act once I got there.

Should I ask him for his number? Shit, I didn't even get his name!

My self-confusion was interrupted by a voice over the speaker, "We are coming in for our landing. Please take your seats and buckle up. Thank you."

Fuck. I looked at my watch; we were in the bathroom for about half an hour. No wonder that flight attendant gave me such a dirty look. How did she know that he wasn't trying to help me get an eyelash out of my eye? Sheesh.

I quickly got to my seat, sitting down and making myself comfortable. Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Act nonchalant.

I felt like my skeleton was going to jump out of my skin and do a little dance, maybe it would slap some sense into me also. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my anxiety. I kept thinking of Charlie waiting for me at the airport in Seattle, and ready for that long drive back to Forks where I would be staying temporarily.

I finally couldn't take it anymore and my thoughts could no longer keep my brain off the one very thing I wanted to think about. The sexy stranger next to me who I just fucked in the bathroom of this airplane, you really are a hussy Bella! Oh shut up inner me.

I tried to look at him without really looking at him, I pulled the corner of your eyes trick. He was watching out the window. Ok. What. The. Fuck. Was he going to act like nothing had happened? This man was driving me crazy. I wanted to stand up and wave my hands to see if I had suddenly become invisible.

This is how things continued while the plane made its landing and to the gate to unload. I sat and stewed and became extremely anxious and furious. Seriously, Bella. Did you think that he would magically become your boyfriend just because you had sex in the bathroom? Get real.

I flipped the inner me the bird.

The passengers started to stand up anticipating their departure from the cramped plane, I followed suit because I wasn't going to be stuck last. I heard my mystery man stand up also anticipating his departure, I turned back towards him acting as if I was readjusting the bag I was carrying. He was grinning at me, so I smiled back at him.

I suddenly felt stupid. Do I talk to him? Shouldn't I at least ask him his name? I was subconsciously bouncing up and down on my heels when our row's turn came to leave the plane. Stumbling backward, I fell right into my mystery hunk.

"Oh… s..so…sorry." I stuttered enjoying the last feel of his hands on my skin. He didn't say anything; I was starting to forget what his voice sounded like.

I followed the rest of the passengers off the plane in a line that closely resembled cows heading off to slaughter, I shivered at the thought. Once getting to the door that would lead us to the inside of the airport, I turned to finally break the silence with my mystery man.

People pushed past me as I scanned faces, I couldn't find him. Wasn't he just behind me?

That's when I noticed off to my left the head of dark hair making his way thought the crowd, heading out of the airport. He was so far away from me now; I don't think I could have even pushed through the thick lines of people to get to him.

Shit. Fuck Damn. My shoulders slumped in defeat as I turned back around to scan the seats for Charlie. I found him. Sitting in the very corner, slumped forward watching the only TV in the entire airport. Oh right, the game was on.

I walked over to Charlie who was so involved in the game he had no idea that my plane even landed. Got to love him though, Charlie was a good man.

I tapped him on the shoulder, and he must have jumped twenty feet in the air. "Dammit Bells." He chuckled turning to me with a goofy grin on his face. I couldn't help but giggle at his feigned anger, he soon joined me with laughter of his own before pulling me into a hug. "I've missed you kiddo."

After our happy reunion came to an end, we walked over to the luggage turner to grab my two very heavy overstuffed bags. They were full of some really great purchases I made while in New York.

Oh how I was going to miss it.

I kept scanning the crowds for my black-haired stranger with no luck. Still not believing what I had done on the plane, I needed someone to pinch me. Maybe I did have my scotch on the rocks and just had a really good dream.

Charlie lugged my bags outside where I saw his police cruiser was waiting for us. I absolutely hated riding in the damn police cruiser; I tolerated it though because Charlie threatened me with riding in the backseat. I climbed into the passenger seat after we struggled to fit both of my very stuffed bags in the trunk.

It felt good to finally relax. I was back in Forks to start all over again, to try to put my life with Edward behind me.

Edward.

His family was super rich, his dad made a ton of money in the stock market. Edward and I met at NYU, he even got me a job with his father's company. But that all crumbled around my head when Tanya came into the picture.

After I caught Edward with Tanya in our bed, I moved out of our apartment and quit my job at Cullen Publishing.

I got my own little hole in the wall apartment and tried to look for another job. Somehow I couldn't find one no matter how many interviews I went on. I swear that Edward gave me a bad reference, since he after all was my boss. Go figure.

My savings account only lasted so long.

Which brings us back to present day.

"You ok Bells?" Charlie's voice cut through my memories like a knife. "How was your flight? You are probably exhausted."

You have no idea. "Yeah, I think I'm going to sleep good tonight." Charlie eyed me quizzically; I knew I didn't sound myself.

Up on bathroom sink, mouth and lips on my neck. How could I even think straight?

I was thankful I had the long flight and time zone change excuse on my side now.

Black silky hair. Smooth russet skin, delightfully rough fingertips.

I laid my head back on the head rest of the police cruiser, but then decided against it. I talk in my sleep, and my thoughts right now might cause talking that would scar both Charlie and I for life.

Watching the scenery fly by my thoughts of my mystery man began fading, my mind letting go because there was no other choice. I didn't even know his name for crying out loud. I began thinking of other things, seeing my best friends again. I hadn't seen Leah, Emily, or Seth in what felt like forever. I was also excited to see Alice and her husband Jasper and Emmett and his wife Rose. These people stood by me after the death of my mother shortly before I left to go to NYU, Alice kept in touch with me by email while I was gone.

I hadn't heard much from Leah, Emily, or Seth however. It was like once I left them they forgot I existed. I had heard from Alice who heard from someone that Leah was a little pissed that I left Charlie so soon after my mother's death.

I felt bad about it, but I needed to get away. To breathe without everyone in the whole town knowing my problems, I needed my escape.

The crunching of the gravel beneath the tires of the police cruiser signaled we were home. I looked at the house through the glass of the window; it looked different somehow since I had last been here. It was six years since I left Forks.

I slowly opened my door, dreading what would lie on the other side of the walls of that house. I followed Charlie to the front door, looking around like everything was brand new. When he opened the door, the familiar smell of home washed over me. Stepping inside the house was like stepping back in time.

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