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July 2007: Carlisle's House- Bella and Rosalie's Room

I grab my clothes from the closet and fold them on the bed. Thank god I don't have too much. Memories of last night play over and over in my head. How Edward's body felt pressing into me, his hands against my face, how we came so close to kissing.

"Nothing about this is okay." His words create a painful sting.

He's probably right, I mean, what good could possibly come from this? Shaking my head, I go back to packing. I don't want him to be right though. I've never felt this way before. Sure I've had crushes, but nothing like this. No, this is different.

It's just because he's so off limits. Otherwise you wouldn't be so obsessed. Frowning at the thought, I clench the shirt in my hands. I just wish I'd never gone on that slope. There would be no Mike, therefore nothing setting everything off.

But you know that's not true. It was only a matter of time before reason began to outweigh feelings. I hate this. Especially since I'm not alone in this nightmare. Edward wants me to, so it's a little harder to ignore now. Part of me wishes he didn't, because it might be easier. I could just pretend and admire him in secret.

A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts.

"Come in," I call out.

The door opens and Edward steps inside, closing it behind him.

"Ready to go home?" He asks putting his hands in his pockets, shuffling his feet.

There's so much awkwardness now, I can almost choke on it.

"Yes," I say before faltering. "No, not really," I finish as I put my shirt in my suitcase.

Edward just nods quietly.

I go back to folding and packing. I don't know what to say to him, or what he wants from me. So I just don't say anything at all.

I hear him suck in a breath before I hear him step behind me. His hand grabs my wrist, pulling me to face him. He looks anxious, tired and stressed.

"Look Bella," he starts then takes a breath. "I don't want you to go with things like this."

I just blink then look down.

"Don't really know how things could be different," I mumble, refusing to meet his gaze.

He sighs then sits on the bed, pulling me beside him.

"Bella, please look at me," he pleads.

But I don't. I'm embarrassed and I'm afraid of where this conversation is going. "I was just confused" or something like that.

He grasps my chin with his other hand and gently forces me to look at him. There's so much concern in his eyes.

"I don't really know what to do here," he confesses. "I wish things weren't like this."

You and me both. His thumb caresses my skin. It feels like fire spreading from his fingertips. My breath hitches. He's so close, too close and too far. My body reacts before my brain does. Tilting my face up, I close the distance and kiss him.

He freezes against my mouth.

His lips are soft, warm even.

But he's not moving. Fuck, he's not moving. I shouldn't have done that. Why the hell did I just do that!

I start to pull away, an apology on the tip of my tongue.

Suddenly his grip on my chin tightens as he pulls me flush to him. A groan escapes his mouth as he slightly parts his lips. His mouth presses aggressively to mine and his other hand wraps around my waist fisting the material in the back.

My brain is spinning, all I can feel is him. I let out a little whimper and suddenly he's on top of me, pressing me into the bed. His erection presses against my most sensitive area and I unintentionally buck my hips up to his. A hiss escapes his lips, his teeth lightly nips my lower lip.

My hand travel up his chest.

More.

More.

More.

He gasps for air as he nearly flies off me, stumbling backwards.

I'm panting, flushed, and beyond turned on. But the dread curling in my belly, crawling and seeping inward makes me want to vomit.

"I'm sorry," I cry out scrambling to my knees. "I'm sorry," I repeat.

Please don't run.

Edward rubs his hand over his face while closing his eyes.

My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest.

"God, Bella," he practically groans. "I'm the one that should be apologizing."

He stands up straighter, a new determination in his eyes. I don't like it.

"This is why we can't," he says pointing to the bed.

But his expression starts morphing into one of anger, and my nerves are fully back.

"Shit," he says, throwing a pillow across the room.

He turns his back to me and walks to the door before opening.

"This can't happen again," he says before walking out.

I feel it coming on, the tears.

Stop, don't you dare fucking cry. You did this. You don't get to cry about it.

Poor Bella, at least she got her kiss!

Hope you guys liked this chapter, I know things are taking a little long for these two, but something like this takes time. Please let me know what you think! Happy December 1st! I'm so ready for Christmas already!