Thanks to my team for everything.

EPOV

I've been around the world.

Seen a lot of places and met a lot of people.

But it's always been here that's called my name, incessantly, over the years.

The cabin.

It started pretty much right after I left for training the summer after I graduated from high school. No matter where I went and how much of the world I saw on all the tours I put in while in service, it was this place I always dreamed of at night when I would finally climb into bed.

When I was a kid, my mom and Carlisle would pack up the truck, and the three of us would head to the cabin for long weekends whenever we could.

It was evident just how much we loved being up here, and soon those long weekends became much more frequent. Until Carlisle died, even when I was home between rounds of duty, we would all come here and just…be.

Surrounded by quiet, I reveled in how peaceful, how different, it was from my life in the army. Even if Carlisle hadn't gotten sick, I knew I would eventually make my way back to the cabin and the life it brought me.

But in all the experiences I've had in my lifetime, this is something I never saw coming.

Never did I picture myself being here, up before the sunrise, watching the rise and fall of the woman breathing next to me.

It should scare me — but it doesn't.

It just further cements my connection to this place, that these cabins are where I truly belong.

We.

Where we belong.

I've learned, been trained to the point where it's now ingrained in me, to remain steadfast and strong and never allow my face to show my true intentions or wishes.

And I've never wavered — until now.

Because I know I need to be careful with her. I know I need to read her face, and she's easy to read when it comes to her level of comfort before I push her too far and too fast.

But I'm slipping.

I want too much, too quick, too fast.

And I'm not just talking about tonight.

And I don't mean to, but Bella has turned me upside down like a hurricane, making me forget everything I've ever learned from my years of combat.

I need to remind myself to go at her pace — but it's hard to remember when I'm falling this fast.

The room becomes lighter with each passing minute, but Bella still sleeps soundly on her side, unfazed by the dawn of a new day slowly approaching. She looks completely unbothered, her features slack on her face as she sleeps.

I decide then it's one of my favorite faces of hers, and I add it to my ever-growing pile. It's lighter, more carefree than the day I met her, and even though it's a face that makes my head fall lightly against her shoulder in utter defeat, it's not my absolute favorite face.

I saw my favorite face a few hours ago as she rose and fell above me, and I need to see it again.

So I do.

I shift slightly, not yet wanting to wake her as I slide myself further down her bed, slipping my head beneath the covers as I make my way down to what I really want.

Breakfast.

Still asleep, her body falls to the side where I was lying before; at the same time, my hand wraps around one of her thighs, parting her legs and opening her up to me in ways I never dreamed she ever would.

Eyeing her pink flesh for the first time in the light of day, I realize she's more beautiful than what my imagination had conjured up over the last few weeks.

And again, this is where I need to remind myself of her past; of how delicate she is because I almost forget it all at my first taste.

She comes to life beneath my tongue, sitting up on her elbows with a gasp as she crosses the line between being asleep and awake.

"I never asked you what your favorite food for breakfast was," I say with a slow swipe of my tongue, making sure not to miss an inch of everything she has to offer. She lets out a moan, breathy and tired from sleep, but she still looks beautiful when she flings the blankets off us so she can see what I'm up to beneath them.

"I never asked you, either," Bella answers, reaching to run her fingers through my hair. She weaves them through as I kiss and lick.

"I have a new favorite," I suck greedily but pause so I can hear her when I slide a finger inside. "Can I have it every day?"

"God, yes." She pants, unable to keep her hips still beneath me anymore when she realizes I'm just getting started. "Anytime you'd like."

"Good," I mumble against her, looking up at her before I bring out my favorite of all of her faces, "because I'm starving."

All the sunsets and oceans and mountains I've seen in the world will never be as beautiful as the face she makes when she comes.

And when I slide into her, her legs wrapping around my waist as the room slowly brightens to a new day, I realize it's futile.

I'm falling, and I can't stop.

See you tomorrow!