Bella paces the whole time, trying to figure out what the fuck she was going to say. She'd been so wrapped up that she hadn't asked how to get proof he was a vampire. Because she knew he'd deny it.

Here she'd been, hating herself, thinking she was a monster and disgusting. She didn't understand how she could be falling for his games. She thought about him all the time. Fantasies about his body. Disgusting and depraved things and yet she'd never had any other thoughts about anyone like this honestly. She felt like Edward could make her fly. And now she knew why.

He shows up looking super casual, as if it is just for a quickie, but what pisses her off more is he looks good. His hair is still perfectly styled but he's wearing a blue sweater with the neck tugged a little much at the right side and gray sweatpants and a pair of trainers.

"You look lovey..?" He says confused.

She realized she'd never changed and still had on her swimsuit cover up. She pulls him in and shuts the door, pushing him against it,

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm going to need you to be a bit more specific babe."

"I know what you are."

"Head over heels for you?"

She still has a hand on his chest, holding him to the door. As if he'd dare move.

"You're ice cold, even when it's warm. Your eyes, they go from gold to black, you're freakishly fast, you're, how old are you?" She demands.

"Eighteen."

She rolls her eyes,

"How long have you been eighteen?"

He licks his lips slowly,

"A while."

"Ugh!"

"As much as I love the manhandling," her hand is still on his chest and his is on her waist, "what's going on here?"

"I'm trying to tell you to stop!"

He's rubbing circles on her hip bone,

"Stop what Isabella?"

She shudders,

"This! The whole vampire seduction thing! You can't do that. You can't worm your way into someone's mind and body and make them want you and need you and-" she slaps at his chest.

"You need and want me?" He asks with a grin.

"Edward!"

"Slow down babe and tell me what you think you know."

Bella visibly relaxes,

"I know you're a vampire."

His face drops,

"And I know you're using your powers on me!"

His lip twitches at that,

"Pray tell what powers you mean."

"Your little seduction bit! The cat and mouse! Student and teacher! You've been lowering my inhibitions to seduce me."

Edward throws his head back and laughs and she hates the way she wants to suck at his neck, like she's the vampire.

"Well. You're right about two things. One, I am a vampire. And yes, baby girl, I'm trying to seduce you, but I don't have any powers."

"Yes you do! You're trying to get me to like you! React to you!"

Edward turns them around, pressing Bella against the door, hands underneath her cover up, on her bare sides,

"I am a vampire," he runs his nose down her neck, "and you smell so good. So tempting. I would never, you know. Unless you're into that. I hear it can be very sexy."

He slides the coverup over her head, leaving her in her black bikini.

"My eyes are gold when I've been sated. When they're black I'm hungry. Or aroused." He glances at her, they're dark.

He's still got her caged against the wall but she could get out if she wanted to.

"And good god am I trying to seduce you. But I can't make you feel things that you don't want to feel."

She shakes her head quickly and he nods, cupping her breast lightly and she moans, shifting closer to his hand. "Your responses are all you, ."

She shakes her head,

"No, no, he said,"

"Who?" Edward demands.

Bella sighs,

"Jacob,"

"Coach?" Edward laughs, "you're trusting a wolf over me?"

"Over a teenage boy? Yes."

"Well that's unfair. Believing only one side of the story."

"I'm supposed to trust you when you're controlling me?!"

Edward sighs,

"Isabella, I promise that I cannot make you do anything you do not want to do. It doesn't work like that. Some vampires have powers, yes. And I'm sure that some of them probably can charm people into doing what they want. However, I'm not one of them. This sexual tension you feel between us is just that. Between us. Not just me, not just you."

Then why do I…? She has so many questions. Why does she feel so drawn to him? Why does she not care about anything besides being with him? She's willing to risk her career, her friendships, her livelihood, just for a taste of Edward Cullen. It's terrifying. She wants to cry, she's so overwhelmed and of course the one person she actually liked is a fucking student vampire.

Edward reaches a cold hand out to her cheek. Stares deep into her eyes,

"Let me show you."

They maintain eye contact for a bit, Edwards hand on her cheek, goosebumps on her skin and.. nothing happens.

"What did you try to make me do?"

Edward grins,

"Give me a lap dance to Beyoncé."

Bella laughs,

"Yes. Now if I did that, there would have to be some magic involved."

"Not a huge Beyoncé fan?"

"Not a huge lap dance performer."

Edward laughs, a delicious sound and she doesn't know what's wrong with her, magic isn't even an excuse anymore and she's tired and horny and scared, but that doesn't stop her from wanting.

"Isn't that a shame," he says, looking her up and down.

Usually she'd want to cover up if she saw someone looking at her like that, but with Edward, it's different. She wants him to think she's sexy.

"You couldn't handle it," she says, shocking even herself.

His fingers run down her back, playing with the strings of her bikini top,

"We could test that theory."

"Edward," she says softly, "We shouldn't,"

"Why? In 6 months it won't even matter if you were my teacher. Shit. We can move over and start again."

"We can't,"

"It makes too much sense. I've never felt this way before. We can figure it out later," he murmurs, fingers dancing along her back.

"What?" She scoffs, "after we fuck?" If she acts casual first, it'll fall into place. Feelings don't get hurt if they weren't on the table to start with.

He blinks down at her, fingers stilling,

"Is that what you want to call it?"