A/N: Well, you were all relentless - yet totally awesome. I was totally overwhelmed by the response to my "no longer a one-shot" story. Between the comments and the PMs (and my beta also encouraging me), I've decided that I have to continue this little story.

It won't be super long, but I'll try to finish it properly. Right now, I have five chapters written. I'm thinking I will need at least a few more. We will see where the story takes me. At this point, I'm totally off the outline I drew up last weekend. So, anyway, I hope you enjoy. More at the bottom.

"Hi Bella, my name is Edward Cullen. It's nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me as the video conference connected. For a moment, almost too long, I stared at the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

"Hello, Edward. It's nice to meet you. I appreciate you taking the time to interview me." I sounded cool and calm right? Not like I was lusting after my interviewer?

"So, tell me about yourself, Bella. What have you been doing, and why do you want this position?" He was all business. And I was a lusting teenager. Damnit.

I launched into a pre-practiced speech, telling him of my work history and why I wanted to change careers. He listened quietly; his amazingly green eyes intense while staring at me. It was extremely intimidating. But I really wanted this job, so I had to push through.

"Hold on, let me stop you," he interrupted, holding his hand up. "I read all this on your resume, Bella. Tell me something that isn't on that. What is it that I should know in order to recommend you for this position?"

Man, he was tough. I stared at him for a minute. "When I was younger, I took several marketing classes. My best friend was an ad rep for years, and I used to help her with her projects. I've wanted to get into this field for years. I can't tell you I'll be perfect at this job..." I huffed a laugh, and noticed that he was trying to hide a smile, too. "But I can tell you that I'll work harder at it than anyone else. I want it more."

I stirred from the memory when soft lips kissed my shoulder. It was sometime in the middle of the night, well before I should be awake. I hadn't slept at all; how could I with Edward laying right next to me. He had drifted off shortly after our third time having sex. His long lashes rested on his cheeks, making him look innocent and almost childlike.

"Why are you awake, Bella?" he asked, kissing my shoulder again. He slid closer to me, wrapping his arm over my stomach.

"I couldn't sleep." I shrugged, not turning to look at him. "I was thinking about when we first met, actually."

He laughed into my skin; his mouth still attached. "Man, I could hardly think when the video connected. You were so hot."

Laughing, I shifted so I could see him. "What? You were so stern, I was terrified!"

He shifted his grin to a stern face, eyeing me. "Tell me about yourself, beautiful."

I couldn't hold it in at that point. My laughter burst out of me as I leaned my head on his shoulder. His arms were still around me while he hugged me closer, his laughter mixing with mine. When my eyes met his again, the laughter was dying.

"I'm sorry you couldn't sleep, baby. Was I bugging you too much?"

I shook my head, lowering my eyes. I didn't need him to feel sorry for me, or whatever emotion would come from why I wasn't really asleep. I bit my lip, angry with myself that another tear leaked out. I slipped my arms around him, hugging him close so he couldn't see. I was stupid, though, and forgot how well Edward could read me.

"What's wrong?" His arms tightened. "Bella? Talk to me, please. You're killing me."

I shook my head again, unable to speak. Edward could bring anything out of me, I can't hide secrets. I had learned that the hard way. It was funny at first, like he was psychic or something, reading me like a book. The first time I had realized it was when I was joining a meeting with him after a fight with my husband. He had been particularly cruel and his comments had really hit me. When I got on the phone with Edward, he delayed our meeting by ten minutes to pull out of me what happened.

"What did he say, Bella?" Edward had said, his voice gruff. He sounded angry and he hadn't even known what had happened yet.

I sighed, unable to lie to him. "He said I was a cold-hearted bitch."

Edward's shock had sent me into an explanation of my frustrations about my husband's anger, and me telling him exactly what I disliked about him. Edward just listened quietly as I explained – everything except the lack of sex. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to say those words out loud. It made me feel like less of a person.

"Bella?" Edward asked tentatively, bringing his hand up to my face and breaking me out of the memory.

"I'm sorry, I was lost in thought I guess."

"Tell me what's wrong. Are you having second thoughts?"

He hadn't needed to vocalize what kind of second thoughts, and suddenly I was afraid that my silence was causing him to doubt. I mirrored his action by bringing my hand to his face. "No," I said, adamantly. "I will never regret you or what we decided. I'm just worried that you may."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "I was the one that started this. You think I'll regret you? What I chose to do?"

Leaning forward, I kissed him lightly. "When I'm gone, back home with him, and you are back with her...yes, I do worry." I looked into his eyes. They were like the shiniest emeralds, filled with love and concern. "What we have decided is nothing but heartache and anger. I know you love her."

He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine. "I do love her. But...what I feel for you is more."

"More?"

"How do I explain this?" he said, more to himself than to me it sounded. "Remember what I said last night? That I can't live without you?" I nodded. "Since I met you, I've been drawn to you. Everything that happens to me, good or bad, the first thing I think is 'I have to tell Bella.' I don't think, I need to tell her. In fact, over the last couple of years there is a lot I have forgotten to tell her because you were more important."

Tears filled my eyes as I pulled back to look at him. "I'm sorry I was doubting you, Edward."

He pressed his lips to mine again, hitching my leg over his body and pulling me closer. As he kissed down the side of my face, circling his tongue right behind my ear, he whispered, "Don't doubt how much I love you, please, baby."

I moaned at his tongue touching me. "It's just so hard...to think about what we are going to do. The conversations that will be needed, the fighting, and relocating. Leaving everything behind."

He nodded into my shoulder, still kissing me. "I know, baby. No one said it would be easy. But look what we get in return?" He lifted up and looked me in the eye. "Do you want this? Is it too hard for you?"

I smirked at him, feeling his length rubbing on my stomach. "Feels pretty hard to me."

He laughed. "You know what I mean."

I grew serious. Was this too hard of a choice to make? His words were amazing, and they made my heart stutter. But the thought of going back home – leaving him – and having this conversation with my husband was terrifying. He wasn't abusive, but he had anger issues. I knew this would push him over the edge. Honestly, that was the biggest reason why we didn't have kids yet. I hadn't wanted them with a man who got angry so easily.

I stared into Edward's face, calculating the time it would take for me to get back here to him. Because I would never ask him to move away from his home, and other than my husband, I had no real ties to where I lived. Did I want this? Hell yes. Was it going to be hard? Also, hell yes. But was it worth it?

"I think it's different for me than you." He started to protest, but I put my hand on his mouth. "You love her. I don't think I've loved my husband for years." It was painful to admit that, but once I said it, I knew just how true it was. His eyes betrayed the sorrow he felt; he knew how much it cost me to say that out loud. "It's going to be difficult. But I will come to you as soon as I possibly can. Please, Edward. Trust in that. I love you and I can't live without you either."

He brought his lips down on mine, pouring his soul into that searing kiss. I shifted closer as he lined himself up with me, slipping in slowly. Once he was fully inside me, he rested his forehead against mine and whispered his love to me again.

Through the course of the night, we'd had sex slowly to introduce ourselves to each other. One where we declared ourselves, and one that rocked my very soul. Each time with him was different, but all were amazing. As he continued to move in and out slowly, kissing me and telling me how much he loved me, I fell just a little further. My eyes became blurry, but his pace didn't change. He took it almost excruciatingly slow; savoring me. And I savored him right back. No matter what happened, even if he did change his mind, I would always have this. Never had I felt so loved.

"Tell me you feel it; tell me you know. Please, baby." He hadn't needed to say more.

"I feel it." I kissed him slowly, letting my tongue drag across his lips. He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore my mouth, pushing inside me a little faster. "We will go through the heartache or pain to get us back here," I said as his mouth slipped down my neck again.

"It's worth going through to be back here," he whispered, pulling my leg tighter to him. "You are my life now, Bella."

I pulled back just a little so he could look into my eyes. "As you are mine."

Our lips came together again, kissing each other hard as he quickened his pace once again. We whispered words of love as we both fell over the edge.

I shifted so my back was to him again and he curled his arms around me, hugging me close. He told me he loved me again, as he began to fade. My eyes were still wide open, thinking about all he had said. He was strong; stronger than me, anyway. Did I have the strength to get through this to make it back to him? I squared my jaw, thinking of the fight that was coming.

Yes. I was strong enough. I could do this.

The next day at work was bittersweet. We gave our presentation, which went over better than we had both originally thought. Edward gave me sly glances through the day, which made it almost impossible to concentrate. The day passed by too fast, because all too soon I was heading back to my hotel by myself.

As I sat on the same bed that he had occupied with me last night, I felt the tears come again. I had said my goodbyes to him at the office; my flight left early the next morning. The look he gave me as he waved to me from his car in the parking lot almost wrecked me there, but I held it together until I got to the safety of my room. Now that I'd had him, I knew I was going to miss him even more than before.

My phone beeped, indicating a new text. I fished it out of my purse, unlocking it.

Edward: Open your door, baby.

I threw my phone down and ran to the door, opening it, to find a casually dressed Edward, raking his hand through his hair. He stepped in the room, closing the door firmly, grabbing me and kissing me wildly. Inhibitions were gone – not that we'd had any the night before. He picked me up and pushed me against the door, just like he had done last night. All too soon, he set me down, kissing me one final time.

"What are you doing here?" I breathed, trying to catch my breath from the kiss.

"I had to see you and kiss you one more time before you left." He pressed his forehead to mine. "I want to stay, baby, but I can't."

I nodded, unable to speak. He kissed me again.

"I love you, Bella." His eyes bored into mine. "Please don't forget that when you leave."

I smirked. "You'll remind me if I do."

He smiled my favorite crooked grin. "You bet I will."

"I love you, too, Edward."

"And that's all I need. Ever." He kissed me again, and then made his way out of the room.

Silently, I closed the door behind him. It didn't escape my notice that neither of us said goodbye.

I didn't get a lot of sleep that night. Though I should have been exhausted, I was too scared of the future to actually rest. That guilt that I had locked up the day before escaped and I was drenched in a cold sweat. The tears stopped as I tried to focus on every touch, every word...breath. Just everything Edward. Going home in the morning would be so hard.

All too soon, and without any sleep, my alarm went off indicating time to wake up and pack before going to SeaTac. I picked up my phone off the bed side table, unplugging it and throwing it in my purse. Then I set about getting everything packed and ready.

Before I left, I allowed myself one more thought of the night we had shared. Taking my phone out of my purse, I took a picture of the bed. No matter what happened, it would always be in my memory. I wanted to cherish how I felt here, since the next few months would be pure hell.

A/N: Next few chapters are back to reality for our little couple. Wonder how it will go for them? I'll post what I have betaed shortly. Also, this is the shortest chapter of them all so far. More details, and diving into characters is coming.

Speaking of, a HUGE shout out to my fantastic beta zombified419 for all of your help and encouragement on this! This story would still be a one-shot if not for you, my friend!