THE OTHER WOMAN

DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS IT ALL.

September 13, 2015

BELLA

I frown and snuggle closer to the familiar body next to me. I hear a honk which makes me frown. I tighten my hold on the soft, warm hand and feel somebody breathing deeply against my hair. I tremble when a cold breezes passes by me. I can hear the whisper of gentle voices and soft piano music around me.

"Bella baby, we're here." A velvet soft voice calls my name.

My eyes flutter open and I realize my head is resting on Edward's shoulder and his hand is laced with mine. I sit up straight and stifle a yawn and look out of the window. I see a row of Northwest style lodges which make me smile as well as beautiful gardens and a courtyard in front of me. A man is walking in our direction.

I turn to find Edward curiously staring at me and I blush, but don't say a word. I'm still mad at him. The valet stands outside my door and gives it a quizzical look. Of course he does, the door doesn't have a handle.

Edward chuckles and leans towards me and I stop breathing. His hot breath tickles against the side of my neck and I watch his hand press something on the door. The valet takes a step back as the door flies open.

I blush and quickly step out of the car. The valet greets me with a flustered expression and then to Mr. Cullen—who tosses the keys to the nervous man. I strut towards the first lodge which should be the reception center if I'm correct. I can hear Edward catching up with me and calling my name but I don't wait for him.

I wrap my arms around myself and try to protect my body from the cold and beautiful chilly air. This place has a spectacular view in every direction. I feel a warm hand on my left arm and a spark shoots through me at the electric touch. I turn—which is a big mistake because my right shoe twists and suddenly, I'm toppling over.

A strong pair of arms embrace me before I fall and embarrass myself. Edward sighs softly and his vibrant green eyes stare at me with concern as he helps me to stand back up. I blush and he rubs my back.

"Careful, angel. It's still a little damp."

"Thank you." I whisper and look away.

He tugs on my hand when I am about to walk away and turns me towards him. He tips my chin up so that I meet his gaze. His eyes look guilty and apologetic and I frown.

"I hate it when you are mad at me, Bella. It's the worst feeling ever. Please don't be so distant."

"Why didn't you tell me about Riley?" I ask in a soft voice.

"I was just trying to protect you."

"How is lying and keeping things from me protecting me?"

"I don't want you to worry about anything. Your name is already getting dragged through the mud because of me. I can't apologize enough for everything that is happening and I'm being very selfish by expecting you to wait until this chaos is over but I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore."

He continues. "I'm trying to mend my lifestyle to your way. I want something normal too, but I feel like I'm miserably failing at it. I hate that. Your life would be much simpler if you were dating somebody better than me. Someone who can show the world how beautiful his girlfriend really is, who could spend quality time with you and shower you with the attention you deserve. Since we started going out, I haven't done anything for you."

"Instead you have gotten your photos in the newspapers, had trouble going to work, woken up from horrible nightmares and have been threatened by people to stay away from me. I don't want to add Riley to this list. And I don't want to talk about him. It just reminds me that somebody else is also trying to rip us apart and that thought scares me more than anything else. I'll tell you everything but I want to spend our time here away from these troubles."

My eyes water staring at his vulnerable expression and I wrap him in my arms. He buries his face against my neck and I stroke his hair.

I clear my throat and blink back my tears. "Don't you ever say things like that again, Edward Cullen. You are perfect for me. I know things aren't at their best right now but this too shall pass. We are stronger together, remember? You've said it yourself. And we'll talk about Riley whenever you are comfortable."

"I promise I will. Please, don't be mad at me."

"I'm not anymore."

Edward snakes his arms around my waist and connects our lips for a soft kiss. I sigh against his lips and hold him in a tight hug as I deepen our kiss. We breathlessly pull back minutes later and share a smile.

"It's going to be fine." I whisper and stroke his cheek.

"It will be. Let's go."

I grab his hand in both of mine and we enter the reception center. The aroma of essential oils hits my senses and I study the warm, comfortable atmosphere. I notice different sculptures situated around the room and various abstract paintings hung on the walls.

The sexy saxophone music heard over the speakers makes me smile and I glance at Edward. He kisses the side of my head and we walk up to the front desk. The man behind the desk rises to his feet and greets us with a big grin on his face.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cullen. Ms. Swan. Welcome to Willows Lodge. I hope you had a refreshing ride from the city."

Edward nods, offering a charming smile. "We sure did."

"Mr. Cullen, your required arrangements are ready. And the ga—" Edward cuts him off.

"I'd rather not have my birthday girl hear about them." He says softly and wraps an arm around my waist. I blush and shake my head.

We exit the reception lodge and stroll hand in hand and pass by a row of individual lodges. A man walks ahead of us giving directions and I make sure to steal a quick glance at Edward to make sure he is a little more relaxed since our conversation from minutes ago.

Sometimes it's surprising to know that Edward has the same insecurities that I do. I had no idea he felt that he was failing to keep me happy. He doesn't need to worry about it at all. I'm so content and happy with him all the time, no matter where we are. I had mentioned to him before that he didn't need to change his lifestyle for me. We can make it work together.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Edward whispers against the curtain of my hair. I smile and gaze at his handsome face.

"I don't want you to compare yourself to anybody else again, Edward. It's really disturbing."

"Yes, ma'am." He kisses my cheek and I lean against him.

"Where are we going?"

"Well, I figured you'd be rather uncomfortable sleeping in the car so I booked a suite for us."

I roll my eyes. "What about our bags?"

"They are already in the room, with the gifts."

"Why the gifts?"

"I thought you might want to open them."

"I don't want to open them. I can still recall that cheeky smile Paul gave me. I know it's going to be something horrible."

Edward laughs and shakes his head. "Don't worry, my love. It'll be alright. And why hasn't your brother called you?"

"Jake never calls. He knows that I don't like people wishing me happy birthday. He never celebrates his birthday either."

"Not even when he was young?"

I shake my head. "I don't think Jacob even remembers having a birthday party. He hates it."

"That's sad."

"I know." I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to bring it up."

"It's okay," I kiss his lips soundly, and he chuckles. "It's cold here."

"Yes, but there is a fireplace in the suite."

I smile and tighten my coat around me as the man leads us to the last lodge in the row. It gets colder the farther we walk away from the entrance. We climb the porch steps and the man hands Edward the keys to the unlocked door and leaves.

When I step inside, I feel warm. It's a living room. The stone fireplace is on and a rocking chair resides next to it. A big gray couch and two red armchairs are also in the room as well as a wooden dining table and a couple of bookshelves. The large deck at the end of the room looks very inviting. I leave my hold on Edward's hand and walk over to open the French doors.

The cold air hits me and I gasp, staring at the view of the lush forest and mountains. I look up and smile gazing at the hot air balloon. It reminds me of my first date with Edward. It was so perfect. I blush and a strong pair of arms wrap around my stomach. I keep my hands atop his and turn a little to offer a soft smile.

Nothing else but the lush trees can be seen for miles and I can't believe I slept through it all on our way here.

"It's the most beautiful sight in the world." I comment and smile, looking at the view.

"Yes, so beautiful," Edward whispers and I find him staring at me. I blush and look away embarrassed. "You should learn how to take compliments. You are really bad at that."

I brush my lips against his and rest my head on his shoulder, looking ahead.

"I think there is a deck off of the bedroom too." He mutters and I grin.

"Really? Let's go look."

I take his hand and drag him to the bedroom. There is a couch as well, and the fireplace is similar to the one in the living room. The room has a king-sized carved four poster bed, five steps away from the deck. I stand by the French doors and stare at the view of the mountains, the valleys and the farms. I can also recognize the herb beds and the darkening sky makes everything appear magical.

I turn and find our bags stacked on the chaise lounge. I should change and get the hell out of this garter belt and stockings. Edward lies on the bed and gazes at me with a smile. Oh, he looks so comfortable. I sigh and kick off my heels. I get on the bed and crawl over to cuddle next to him. He chuckles and tightly embraces me.

My lips remain inches from his as we look into each other's eyes. His green eyes look sensual and I feel desire sweeping through me. The crackling glow of the fireplace makes his face look striking. How can somebody be so handsome?

"How about a bath?" Edward suggests softly and I nod, unable to form any words.

"I'll run water in the tub."

He pins my body with his when I try to move. I gaze at him and he shakes his head. His lips curl into a sexy smile and I stop breathing.

"We can go for a swim."

I pout. "It's so cold."

"They have a heated outdoor pool. It's really nice." He pecks my lips and I blush.

"Um, I don't have a swim suit."

"Hmm," He gives me a thoughtful look and nods. "That's quite a problem."

Edward sits up and gives me a quick kiss. He smiles when there is knock on the front door. I frown but make my way over to answer it. A boy in his early twenties stands on the other side of the door and stares at me with his mouth slightly agape.

"Excuse me?" I say politely and he continues staring at me.

My eyes fall on the rectangular box in his hands that is opulently wrapped with a ribbon on top. I see my name scribbled on the top left corner in ink. What is this? I hear footsteps approaching behind me and Edward wraps an arm around my waist.

"Baby, what's taking so long?"

The boy finally snaps out of his stupor and shrinks back a little, staring at my boyfriend. I look up and find Edward glowering at the boy.

"M-Mr. Cullen." He stutters and extends the box towards me. I take the box and smile but he gulps and looks away.

"Thank you very much," I whisper and Edward instantly shuts the door. I frown at him. "That was mean of you."

"I didn't like the way he was staring at you."

"Can you blame him?" I say with a coy smile and stare at him from under my eyelashes.

Edward laughs and I join him. He cradles my face in his hands and gives me a soft kiss. I wrap my free arm around him and deepen our kiss. He moans against my mouth and I gasp when my back hits the door. He cages my body between his and the door and his hands caress my inner thighs.

"Who sent this?" I breathlessly murmur and his lips drag kisses from my ear down to my neck.

"Ursula."

Edward pulls back and touches his forehead to mine. He strokes my hair and I bite my bottom lip, looking at the box. I untie the ribbon and take the top off. There is a swimsuit neatly placed in it. I smile and peck his lips. He takes care of everything.

"Thank you, baby. I really appreciate it."

He chuckles. "I know, woman. Now get dressed."

I can hear the ticking of clock behind me and my heart hammering in my chest. My breathing comes out in short pants and I feel overwhelmed from the heightened sense of my emotions. Edward pulls me impossibly close to him and rolls his hips against mine. His hands splay on my hips and I moan when he tugs on my bottom lip.

"We…" I suck in a lungful of breath. "Need… to go." I successfully utter the words and he just chuckles.

"Five minutes, love."

"No, let's go."

I take his hands off from around me and take a step back. His green eyes are filled with lust and I can't help but whimper when his fingers jump inside my cotton shorts and massage my rear. He keeps his lips inches from mine and I close my eyes, consuming myself to his warm touch.

"I'm sorry, Bella. We should—" I wrap my arms around his neck and crash his lips against mine. He smiles against my lips and easily lifts me in his strong arms. I lock my legs around his waist and tilt my neck when he showers it with kisses.

"We should leave." I mumble, knotting my hands in his soft hair.

"Hmm, but you look so sexy."

I flush and shake my head. "I really think we should stop now."

Edward pouts but sets me on my feet again. I kiss his cheek and he clasps his hands with mine. He locks the suite before we leave and leads me two lodges down towards a private pool. He strokes the exposed skin above my waist and I squirm.

A man dressed in a red uniform stands outside the closed doors of the Pool Area and greets us with a big smile. I feel fairly warm when we step inside but shiver when the trees sway with the gentle breeze. The man gives us details about the place and leaves shortly thereafter.

Edward locks the door after he leaves and grabs four towels from the heated towel rack. He tosses them on the nearest sun lounger and takes off his flip flops. He stands in front of me and I feel his hot breath blowing across my forehead. I tug on the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. My eyes stare at his flawless torso and I blush when I find him staring back at me.

I run my hands over his chest, his stomach and unbutton the fly of the cargoes that he had changed into. He takes them off and gives me a smile. I brush my index finger on the waistband of his black swimming trunks. He catches my hand and prevents it from going lower and shakes his head. I sigh making him chuckle.

Edward grabs the edge of my white cotton knit top and pulls it over my head. He mutters something under his breath and yanks on the shorts. I step out of them and place the item of clothing on the sun lounger. Edward is right; Ursula has a great eye for clothes. I turn to him and find his eyes raking over my body from head to toe.

A blush colors my cheeks and I fidget shyly. I think he likes what he sees. I'm dressed in a white underwire bikini top and bottoms. I gasp when his hands caress my open back and play with the knots at the back of my neck and small of my back.

"You look so fucking hot, Bella," Edward whispers in my ear and my knees almost buckle. He folds his arms around my waist and brushes his lips against mine. "Let's go."

I turn to stare at the inviting, steaming hot pool with artificial rocks and pebbles surrounding it. The fringes of the pool have fresh grass and the tall trees create a canopy to maintain some privacy from the people outside.

We walk over to the pool and Edward steps in and offers me his hand. I clasp it with mine and press my toe in the warm water to ensure it's at a suitable temperature. I smile and grab hold of the stainless steel pool ladder as I sink into the hot, relaxing water.

A soft sigh escapes my lips and Edward immediately draws me into his arms. I smile and wrap my arms around his waist. I press my lips against his and we both moan when our tongues tangle with each other's. His hands cup my hips under the water and I smile.

"Would you like a glass of champagne?" He asks softly and I frown.

"Champagne?"

He swims deeper into the pool and I follow him. My eyes fall on the basket paced on the side of the pool that holds two champagne flutes and an ice bucket with a champagne bottle perched inside. I chuckle and he grabs the bottle in his hands. He reads the name and his mouth presses into a thin line. I watch him swiftly pop the cork and pour us each a glass.

Edward offers me the coral colored champagne with a hint of gold and I stare closely at the unique color. It's beautiful. We clink our glasses and I take an inviting sip. Mm, it's creamy yet light. It's very brisk and airy. I love it.

"It's delicious." I whisper and he gives me a curious smile.

"Really? We'll buy a bottle on our way back to Seattle then."

"You don't like it?"

"It's not my type. But it's still good," He mumbles and examines the bottle. "Billecart-Salmon Brut Rosé. I think it's the manager's favorite too, that's why he sent it."

"You didn't order it yourself?"

"I told him to surprise me."

I laugh and plant a kiss on his cheek. "You're so weird sometimes."

"Really?" He gives me a slow smile. "Anyway, how is your birthday treating you so far?"

"So far? It can't get any better than this." I say softly and he kisses my forehead.

"Okay," He tucks an errant lock behind my ear and I blush shyly. His hand suddenly freezes and I frown.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," He shakes his head and smiles at me. "Maybe I'll make it better for you tonight."

"I'll hold you to that."

I frown when I hear a ringing sound coming from somewhere in the room. Edward and I share a look and then recognition floods my eyes. It's my phone.

"It's yours," Edward whispers. "Do you want me to get it for you?"

I take a sip of my champagne and put the glass down. "I'd rather spend my time making out with you."

"Sounds like a much better option."

He puts his glass down also and pushes me against the edge of the pool. His lips passionately crash against mine and I moan when I taste the champagne on his lips. He lifts me a little and I wrap my legs around his waist. I grind my hips against his and feel him growing harder.

Edward plants soft, quick kisses all over my face, nips against my ear and trails soft kisses down to my neck. I whimper when he bites against my shoulder. Oh, that's going to leave a mark. He reaches behind my back and unties the knot at the back of my neck. I gasp when the water hits my bare breasts and his lips suck and lick against my collarbone.

My eyes screw shut tighter when his hand cups my sex and his lips capture my right nipple. Oh god, it feels so good. I snap my eyes open when I realize we don't really have enough privacy to do something here.

"Edward," I breathe out and his hand reaches to take my bottoms off. "Edward," I repeat with a warning edge and he presses his lips against mine. He slides his index finger inside me and I moan against his mouth. "Edward, not here."

"But—"

"Later." I mumble against his lips and give him a chaste kiss.

Edward sighs and releases me. He pulls me closer and his hands expertly tie the knot of my bikini top again. I unwrap my legs from around him and let out a soft moan when the warm water hits my shoulder and collarbone. Edward lazily drags his lips around my neck as we stand in our comfortable embrace, ignoring everything else. He lets out a groan when my phone rings for the second time.

"I'm getting that phone and you're talking to the person." Edward mutters and gets out of the pool. I bite my bottom lip, watching the water dripping from his sexy form as he goes to the lounger. He dries his hands and grabs the phone from my purse. He has a frown on his face when he comes back to me.

"406," He whispers with a confused look. "Here, love."

I answer the call and hear nothing but silence on the other line.

"Hello?"

I gaze at Edward—who is quietly stroking my face as I wait for someone to respond on the other line.

"Who is it, baby?" Edward asks softly and I shake my head.

"I don't hear anybody." I end the call and put the phone next to my champagne flute.

Edward resumes kissing me and his hands drag around my stomach, making me giggle. He smiles against my lips and pokes his index finger against my ribs. I playfully bite on his bottom lip and his arms tighten around me. His fingers brush against my hardened nipples and he tugs on them. I shift a little and feel his erection poking against me.

"Someone is very awake." I murmur and he nods, kissing my cheek.

My phone rings again and Edward angrily grabs it in his hands. He answers it and takes a deep breath.

"Hello? May I know who is trying to disturb my girlfriend?" He snaps and I soothingly stroke his soft hair. He sighs. "Fine," He gives me the phone and I frown. "It's a woman."

I nod and hold it to my ear. "Hello? This is Bella Swan."

"Bells? It's me."

Goosebumps rise all over my body and the phone slips out of my hand and falls into the water. That voice. I could recognize that voice anywhere. It still plays in my head sometimes. In my nightmares. That voice makes me cry. It's a little scruffy but I could never go to bed without listening to it when I was a child. That voice would tell me bedtime stories and put me to sleep.

"Bella?" Edward calls my name with concern but I am unable to find my voice. I am absolutely frozen and I can feel tears trailing down my cheeks. My hand covers my mouth as a sob escapes my chest. I watch Edward hastily bend over and grab the phone from under the water. He puts it on the wooden deck and stares at me again. "Bella love, who was it?"

"Edward," I croak out and sniffle softly. "It was my father."

"But, I spoke to a woman."

"My father spoke to me. I-It was h-him. I swear it was him. I know his voice. It was him."

"Okay, okay," Edward pulls me in his arms and tightly hugs me. "Hush now, my love. It's okay," I cry against his neck and wrap my arms around his waist. "Don't cry, baby. I'm here."

"It's been exactly twenty-three years since he left." I whisper incredulously as he gently rocks me.

"I know. It's going to be fine. Do you want to talk to him?"

"Never. I hate him so much." I say with disgust and his arms tighten around me.

"Then I'll make sure he never calls you again," I tremble in his arms and try to get warm. I breathe in his calming scent and close my eyes. Why does it suddenly feel cold? "Oh you're getting cold, angel. Let's get out of the water, okay?"

I nod and Edward unwraps himself from around me. I watch him get out of the pool and go over to the lounger. He wraps a towel around his waist and takes off his trunks and grabs a fluffy towel and walks over to me.

I slowly get out of the water and Edward wraps the towel around me. My teeth chatter from the cold air as I sit on one of the loungers. He grabs a spare towel and dries my face and hair with it.

"Let's take a quick shower, okay? We can return to our suite later and get dressed."

"Okay."

I stand up and clasp his hand with mine.

"How do you think he got my number?" I ask softly as Edward folds an arm around my shoulder, leading me to the changing room.

"I don't know, love."

"How did he find out about me?"

"Maybe he saw our photos in the newspaper and recognized you."

"Maybe."

We enter the dimly lit room and I immediately walk over to the rustic stone fireplace to warm myself. I rub my palms, trying to create friction and sigh softly. Edward wraps his arms around me and I lean against him.

"Shower, Bella."

"Hmm, alright."

I turn and instantly close my eyes as his lips descend on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and part my lips as I kiss him back. I know he wants me to forget about the phone call. I can do that. He has brought me to this amazing place and my crying is just going to make our moods sour.

I push myself against his body and feel every line of his hard torso against mine. The water from the pool seeps between our bodies and he groans, tugging against my hair. I break our kiss and lean my forehead against his.

"I'm sorry, Edward. I'll forget about it."

"It's your birthday. Don't waste your time thinking about someone who means nothing to you." He strokes my cheek and I nod.

"Of course you're right."

He smiles, pecking my lips. "Now let's take a shower."

"Are you sure we should take a shower… together?"

His mouth twists into a seductive smile. "Why? Are you worried you don't have any self-control?"

"I am more worried about you," I retort and bat my eyelashes at him. I close the distance between us and graze my fingers against his chest. My hand caresses the waistband of his towel and I notice his lack of breathing. "Can you really handle yourself?" I rub the tent formed on the towel and he sighs. "I don't see how."

Edward clasps my hand in his and kisses it softly. "I'll handle myself just fine, baby."

"We'll see."

I nod and drop the towel on the floor. I give him a soft smile and gather my hair up and push it over my right shoulder. I turn around and untie the knot at the back of my neck. I pull on the string at the small of my back and dramatically drop the bikini top on the floor. I smile when I hear his sharp intake of breath behind me.

I place my hands on either side of my waist and untie the knots of the bottoms at the same time. A gasp escapes my lips when Edward spins me in his arms to face him. His eyes lustfully darken as he stares at my almost naked body. He grabs the bottoms and flings them somewhere.

Edward passionately crashes his lips against mine and I moan against his mouth. He lifts me in his arms and presses my body against the nearest glass wall. I wrap my legs around his hips and drag him closer to me. His towel-covered erection presses against my sex and we both groan at the same time.

His hips grind against mine and I kiss him harder. I touch my forehead to his and feel my juices soaking against the towel as he rubs up to me.

"Edward, oh god," I moan and he connects our lips for a kiss. His hands cup my breasts and he skillfully tugs on my nipples; elongating them. "Don't stop." I whimper and he thrusts faster against me. His lips leaves mine, and he sucks on my neck. My hands tighten their hold on him and I arch my back when he blows on my right nipple.

"I love your breasts, Bella."

Edward licks and sucks against my nipples and continues rocking against my body. My breathing becomes heavier as the familiar pressure builds down below. Edward leans against me and I rake my nails down his back as I convulse around him, crying his name. A shudder runs through me and he stops me when I squirm against him.

"Not here," He breathlessly whispers and strokes my flushed cheek. "It'll be a lot of mess."

"Hmm." I close my eyes and sigh softly.

"And we should definitely shower… separately."

I open my eyes and give him a shy smile. "Or maybe I can take care of you in the shower."

"Okay, that's a much better option."

I giggle and his lips press against mine, cutting off my laughter as he carries me towards the shower room.

I take a deep breath and blindly—literally blindly—reach for his hand. I clasp it with mine and hear him chuckle softly. His lips press against my cheek and I blush. I try not to trip in the blue death traps I'm wearing. Edward did manage to drag me halfway to the bedroom for a round three but somebody from the Lodge knocked on our door to remind us that we were running twenty minutes late for the private tour planned for us.

Edward and I visited different wineries and breweries to observe and taste different wines and beers. Whenever the managers of the places would insist Edward buy a bottle of wine, he did. Why can't he ever refuse people?! He bought fourteen bottles of vintage wine. Fourteen! I know he is filthy rich, but this is reckless spending.

But when he took in my grumpy mood, he promised that we'd give them away for Christmas. We. I loved the sound of that. And Christmas! Oh, Christmas with Edward sounds almost magical. This perfect imagery immediately dissolves my anger towards him.

I am itching to see where our dinner destination is. Edward is being a brat and not telling me plus, he has me blindfolded. I blush as I think about it. He blindfolded me during our first date too. And last night. Okay, it's best if I don't think about it right now.

"Are we close?" I ask and he kisses my hair.

"So close, baby," He murmurs and his hand trails towards my hips. I slap it away. "Oh, come on! I deserve to cop a feel. I was pretty generous tonight."

"My ass print is probably still on the glass wall."

He bursts out laughing and I roll my eyes. "Don't feel so bad about it. You have a great ass."

"Do I?" He just kisses the corner of my mouth.

"We're here." Edward says in a sing-song voice and I giggle.

"Am I allowed to look?"

"You're allowed to sit."

I frown and his fingers work on untying the blindfold. I hear soft jazz music playing somewhere which makes me wonder if we are at the outdoor restaurant. I know the Lodge has a lavish 4-star garden restaurant. When the blindfold comes off, I squint as my eyes adjust to the bright lights in front of me.

I blink and the view in front of me becomes clearer. My mouth falls open as I gaze at the impressive gazebo. It's decorated with flowers and string lights which make this place look exceptional. There is a table for two arranged and two flower vases filled with pink carnations are placed on it. I smile staring at the long white candle at the center of the table. It's so romantic.

My eyes water when I laugh as I stare at the three jazz musicians playing the trumpet, violin and piano respectively. Oh, it's so cheesy but I love it.

I turn to Edward who is giving me an amused smile.

"Too cheesy?" I nod and he sighs, shaking his head. "I knew it. Did you at least like it?" I nod and tightly hug him. I press my face against his neck and close my eyes.

"I love it. Thank you. Aren't the musicians a little stretch?"

"They play at the restaurant; I just made them move here." He mumbles and I chuckle.

I pull back and kiss his lips softly. Edward cradles my face in his hands and slowly deepens our kiss. I moan when he tugs on my bottom lip and my hands fold behind his neck. I don't know for how long we continue kissing but our kiss is broken when the music turns louder behind us. I blush crimson and he laughs looking past my shoulder.

"How long were we kissing for?" I ask shyly and Edward smiles, leading me towards our table.

"Too long."

I lean against Edward as we enter the gazebo and a smile twists on my lips, looking at the bright arrangements. A waiter appears to take our coats and I slip out of my black single-breasted cashmere coat. Edward passes his coat and turns to smile at me. I internally let out a dreamy sigh. He looks so handsome in a black suit and white shirt.

Edward pulls out a chair for me and I take a seat. He kisses my cheek and I blush. "You look absolutely perfect tonight." He whispers and takes a seat across from me.

I smile and play with my orchid pendant. I'm dressed in a pink sleeveless cady dress that falls to my knees.

"Thank you, Edward. You're not so bad yourself." I whisper back and reach over to undo the second button of his shirt. He just chuckles and clasps his hand with mine.

The waiter serves us each a glass of red wine and leaves. I drink some water and find Edward staring at me. He raises his wine glass and smiles at me.

"Happy Birthday, baby."

I give him a warm smile and clink my glass with his. "Thank you." I take a sip of my wine and smile to myself. It's the kind of flavor that I know Edward loves. It has a certain rich, intense flavor to it.

I hear footsteps approaching and the waiter arrives with the first course. I curiously smile when he places a white ceramic plate between us; decorated with numerous pieces of pork. He puts a bowl of barbecue sauce next to it and I look at the chopsticks.

Edward gives me an amused smile and cocks his head to one side, patiently waiting for me to ask him something.

"Is this all?"

He chuckles. "First course, Bella. Pulled Pork Potstickers. I counted, there are twenty-one." My eyes widen. "What? I thought you were starving to death."

"I am hungry."

"So have it."

"All of it?"

"Not all, of course not," He mutters and grabs a pair of chopsticks. "It'll be a challenge if you can eat four out of twenty-one."

I glare at him and grab my chopsticks. "Really? I can get competitive sometimes."

"We'll see who wins, Ms. Swan," I nod, and he counts to three before we start eating.

I pick the closest piece and start eating. Edward and I are absolutely quiet as we eat as fast as we can. I'm struggling by the time I eat the sixth one and find him smirking my way. Cocky bastard. I gulp the next three and our chopsticks collide when we reach for the last piece.

"Ten in all, I'm surprised," He says with an impressed smile. "It's yours, my love. I give up." He puts his chopsticks away and I give him a triumphant smile. I hold the last piece of pork between the chopsticks and place it against his lips. He just laughs but opens his mouth to eat it.

"I won." I smile and he kisses my cheek.

"I'm glad you did," He gives me a warm smile. "You're so beautiful, Bella."

I blush and shake my head. The waiter returns and clears up the table. The aroma of corn and red pepper assaults my senses making me smile. He serves us each a soup plate that has a meat mixture and hint of chopped tarragon at the center of it. The waiter pours the soup from the gravy boat and I sigh softly. It's Lobster Bisque. Oh, it looks delicious.

Edward and I dig in and I moan when the strong flavors burst into my mouth. It tastes so much better than I imagined it would. I end up finishing my soup seconds after Edward finishes his. Wow, I guess I was really hungry.

"That's very surprising." He says with a smile and I give him a chaste kiss.

"It's my pleasure."

"I think you're going to like the next course."

"Salad course, of course," I murmur and nod my head. "Don't you like salads?"

"I never complain about salads."

"How did you identify that salad is my favorite course?"

"You enjoy eating it. Maybe you are on a diet?'

I make a face. "God, no. I can eat raw food fast, cooked food slows me down."

"And I wondered why you loved that sushi place." Edward whispers with a curious smile.

"Yeah, I used to love having lunch with you on Wednesdays. We can still do that, right?"

"Of course, love. But not this week. I'm sorry. I have a lot of meetings when I get back to Seattle. Maybe this weekend?"

I smile at him. "I understand; it's okay."

"Thank you," He kisses my lips soundly. "I really need to speed through my work this week."

"I'm sure you'll manage just fine," He gives my hand a soft squeeze. "Speaking of speeding through, can I drive your car on our way back to Seattle?"

Edward visibly pales and gulps. "W-What?"

"You heard me."

"You want to drive." Edward says slowly, his eyes look nervous.

"What's the big deal?"

"I've heard you drive really slowly."

"Have you seen me drive?"

"No," He mumbles and quietly watches the waiter serve us two hearts of romaine salads. We both start eating but Edward still has anxiety written all over his face. "It's my car!"

"You won't let me drive your car?" I ask; and surprise and hurt is evident in my voice.

"It's just that… I love my car. I don't let anyone drive it."

"You let Matt drive it," I point out and glare his way as I eat my third course of the meal.

"Well, Matt is my driver, and he drives fast," I huff and don't say a word. I cannot believe him. "Well, okay. I guess you can drive on our way back."

"Really?" I ask and, a smile appears on my face.

"S-Sure." He smiles uneasily.

"Will you able to sleep tonight, knowing I'm going to drive your car tomorrow?"

"I don't think so." Edward murmurs honestly and finishes his salad quickly.

"I'm still going to drive because if I don't, I'll fall asleep again and miss watching the beautiful scenery on our way back. I don't want that to happen again."

He laughs and leans over to kiss my cheek. "Alright baby, you can drive my car."

"Thank you." I beam at him.

Sometimes I wonder if he can love me more than his cars. Ugh, men and their weird relationships with their cars.

Edward and I enjoyed a mouth-watering main course of Broiled Lobster Tails and shared a slice of chocolate torte for dessert—which was best part of our dinner. Later, he made me dance which was fun because he is a great dancer.

I snuggle against Edward as we make our way back to the suite and he kisses my forehead. "Cold?"

"A little."

He nuzzles against my hair and wraps an arm around me. He gently rubs my arm and pulls his phone out of his pocket. I see fourteen missed calls on the screen that he has left unanswered so he could spend time with me. I plant a soft kiss on his cheek and he smiles, reading through his emails.

As soon as I unlock the door, I rush to the bedroom and take the pumps off. I sit on the overstuffed couch in front of the fireplace and put my legs on the ottoman. I take my coat off and place it on the armchair. My body gradually relaxes as the heat envelopes me. I close my eyes and wind down from the heavy day I have had.

Edward made my birthday so unforgettable. He wrote romantic handwritten notes for me, threw me a small surprise party with my friends, brought me here to spend two days with him and… remained patient with me on two separate occasions. This particular birthday is going to be close to my heart.

"You look very cozy, Ms. Swan." I hear Edward comment.

"Hmm."

"Quite a day for you, wasn't it?"

"The best," I say softly and feel the couch dip next to me. "Thank you for everything, honey."

His lips curl into a smile against my neck and he drags soft kisses down to my shoulder. I feel his right hand reach for the zipper of my dress and he quickly lowers it. His other hand brushes against my knee and creeps inside my dress, making its way toward my panties.

"Bed?" He whispers, kissing my jaw.

I shake my head. "Here?"

I open my eyes and turn to stare at his glorious face. Edward is so handsome. I stroke his cheek and his green eyes look darker in the glow of the fireplace. He closes his eyes as my hand caresses every inch of his flawless face. I wouldn't change a thing about him. His eyelids flutter open and his lips curl into a crooked smile sending my heart into overdrive.

"You just love fireplaces, don't you?"

I blush and nod, making him chuckle. He lays me on my back on the couch and hovers over me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. His lips press against mine for a soft kiss and I pull him closer to me.

"It feels at home with you by the fireplace." I whisper and he gazes down at me with a warm smile.

"Well I don't need a fireplace for that," He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. "You are my home, Bella."

And he melts my heart again.

"… you are lucky the name is a little… normal than what others have." Edward shrugs and I huff.

"But, really? Vanilla? Victoria really needs a new hobby."

He laughs and kisses my forehead. "She calls Alex Corn Pop and Alice Loud Mouth. Do you really think your nickname is that bad?"

I giggle. "Why Corn Pop for Alex?"

"He is blond," I frown, and he sighs tiredly. "You know, just ask Victoria for an explanation."

"Maybe I will," I smile and brush my thumb against his bottom lip. "What does she call you?"

"Nothing for me. I guess, I'm just lucky."

"Hmm, you are."

I cuddle closer to Edward and close my eyes, breathing him in. We have shifted onto the gigantic, comfortable bed with the comforter wrapped around our bodies which keeps us pretty warm. His hand is rhythmically stroking my thigh as my right leg is hitched above his hip. He kisses my hair and chuckles softly.

"Maybe she calls you Vanilla because you are so pale," I open my eyes and stare at him from under my eyelashes. "And beautiful."

I blush and shake my head. "I don't think so."

"Fine, don't believe me."

I peck his lips and get out of the bed. I walk over to my travel bag and pull out the black silk slip that I packed for tonight. I put on the matching short robe and turn to find Edward staring at me. I blush and stare at him questioningly.

"Aren't you changing, Cullen?"

He has just taken off his black jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. But damn, he looks good.

"I'm too busy staring at my sexy girlfriend." He gives me a scorching smile and my face heats up more than it already is.

"Well, change."

My eyes race towards the deck and I smile softly. It looks very inviting right now. I make my way towards the deck and slide open the French doors. I place my hands on the black railing and close my eyes as I take a deep breath. Oh, the cold air is so refreshing.

My eyes snap open when I hear chatter coming from somewhere. I look down towards the garden restaurant and find people enjoying a quiet dinner. I see the same jazz musicians from our dinner, playing their instruments for the crowd. This place is peaceful.

"How's the view?" Edward asks in a feather soft voice behind me and I gasp, startled.

"It's amazing."

I study the dark forest and chuckle when the trees dance along with the chilly air. He wraps his arms around my stomach and I turn my head a little to kiss his lips softly. He spins me in his direction and crashes his lips against mine. I moan softly and his hands graze against my thighs, raising goosebumps all over my body. He hitches my slip higher and I pull back.

"No, there are people not far from us." I mumble against his lips and he chuckles.

"They can see you but they can't hear you. You can be loud."

I blush and roll my eyes. "Edward, not here."

"Fine, fine," He leans his forehead against mine and cradles my face in his hands. "God, you're such a prude."

"I'm not a prude and I'm offended by the implication that I am." I snap haughtily and he gives me a sexy smile. My breathing hitches when his impish eyes meet mine. Oh, his intentions don't seem good.

"Really?"

"Really, what?" I cautiously ask and he smirks at me.

"Let's see what we can do then."

"About what?"

Edward puts his hands inside his pant pockets and sighs softly.

"Damn, the blindfold is in my jacket," My eyes widen and I flush.

"Were you planning to blindfold me, again?"

He laughs. "Blindfolds are not always used to cover your pretty eyes."

"Then what are they for?"

Edward just smiles and unbuckles his belt making me gasp. What is he doing? He takes hold of my hands in each of his and puts them behind my back. He makes me hold the black railing and I frown. With a swift motion, he takes off his belt and I giggle when he ties my hands to railing with it.

"This will keep you tied up well." He whispers and kisses the shell of my ear.

My eyes trail to my robe and I watch him unwrap the sash. He groans staring at my revealing slip and brushes the tips of his fingers below my breasts. I tremble from his electric touch and his eyes pierce into mine.

"You look so alluring in this. I wish we could…" He trails off and chuckles softly, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Edward, you know why we should wait."

"I know, baby," He nods and brushes his lips against mine. "Now be quiet."

"Wha—" My words hang mid-air as I try to breathe when he plunges two fingers deep inside me. I close my eyes and sigh softly when he slowly massages them against my dripping wet sex.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He snaps and I immediately open my eyes. His lips remain inches from mine and he smiles at me. I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold in the loud moan waiting to escape my lips. His fingers remain unmoving inside me and I squirm a little.

"Edward, please."

"Please what, my love?"

"Stop teasing me." I whisper and he nuzzles against my cheek.

"Am I teasing you? I'm sorry, I was just being helpful," I roll my eyes. "Stop rolling your eyes at me or we'll stay here all night," He warns and I pout. "Don't try to get cute me with me. It won't work this time."

I huff and turn my head to find that no one from the restaurant is looking in our direction. Edward clears his throat and I turn to look at him.

"See? Nobody is looking at us. We're fine."

"But, I'm not. I'm tied here for no reason at all." I glare at him and he gives me an amused smile.

"Maybe I should gag your smart mouth too," I roll my eyes and he shakes his head. "I told you not to roll your eyes at me."

"What are you possibly—oh fuck!" I whisper-yell and he arches a brow with surprise, given that I never curse. His three fingers plunge in and out of me and I purse my lips, trying not to shout his name out loud. He connects our lips for a rough, passionate kiss and my hands fist against the railing as I attempt to move them from the restraints.

"Oh god, don't stop." I whisper and his pace increases, making me stagger a little. He pushes his hips against mine to keep me still and his lips trail kisses from my neck, down to my shoulder.

I can't help but look over towards the restaurant full of people who thankfully haven't noticed us yet. It's a really fascinating experience to know that any second; anyone could turn and find my boyfriend pleasuring me on the deck of our suite. My wrists aggressively brush against the belt and I moan softly.

"Oh, Edward." I whisper softly and tilt my neck to give him better access.

Edward caresses my left thigh and hitches my leg higher until it's wrapped around his waist. I grind against his fingers and try to control the loud scream waiting to escape my lips. He gives me a soft kiss and suddenly kneels in front of me—with my leg over his shoulder.

"I could get used to a view like this." He whispers and his tongue flattens against my clit. His fingers massage my G-spot and he sucks and licks against my most sensitive spot. The cool air hits my open legs but I feel oddly warm. I peek towards the restaurant again but thankfully, nobody is still looking at us.

"Edward, I'm close."

My eyes flutter shut and I whimper when he nibbles against my wet folds. I circle my hips against his face and he moans, sending vibrations through my body. I tense up against his adept touch and my body shudders as I ride through the earth-shattering orgasm.

"Oh god, Edward!" I yell loudly and Edward freezes below me.

Before I can realize what is happening, he places my foot on the ground and stands at a measured distance from me. He casually drapes an arm on the railing and gives me an exasperated look. I blush and shuffle my feet.

I sneak a glance towards the restaurant and find almost everyone is gazing our way. I find Edward glaring at me and I try to hide my smile. I can't help but giggle and his hard stare slowly melts, and he chuckles. He closes the distance between us and kisses my lips softly. He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip and I stare at him from under my eyelashes.

"Oh Bella, what am I going to do with you?" He whispers with a loving smile and I peck his lips.

"My wrists hurt." I pout and he kisses my cheek.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'll get—" He stops mid-word when the doorbell of our suite rings. His mouth twists into a smile and I frown.

"Who is it?"

"I'll answer it."

"Don't leave me like this."

"Oh, I think you ought to be left like this." He nods to himself and kisses my hair before walking inside.

"Edward!" I hiss but he doesn't turn back to me.

I feel someone's gaze on me and I turn to see a couple quizzically staring at me. I smile nervously and say a silent thank you prayer because nobody can see that my hands are tied by a belt due to a tall tree, obstructing the view.

Edward returns, holding a white box in his hands. I sigh softly. I hope it's not for me. He pulls out a black object from his pants and I realize it's my phone. I'll have to take it in to be repaired.

"This phone—no offence—is out of date. And thankfully, it stopped working after falling into the pool." He smiles at me and I glower at him. He doesn't have to look so happy.

"What is your point?" I snap and he sighs.

"My point is that you need a new phone," I shrug. Clearly. "So, I got one for you."

He extends the white box in my direction and opens the cover. Oh my god. It's a phone similar to the one he has. I gaze at him in shock and he anxiously stares back at me.

"Don't worry about anything… the number remains the same plus, it has all your contacts and data saved," I close my slightly agape mouth and shake my head. "What's wrong? You want a different model? I can have a different model delivered at your place by tomorrow."

"No," I croak out and clear my throat. "I'm sorry, I can't accept this."

His eyes look hurt. "Why not? You really need a good phone. This phone has great features. And the camera actually works, unlike your previous phone. Keep it, please?"

"No!" I shake my head firmly.

"Baby, please?" Edward says softly and gives me a chaste kiss. "Don't say no." He gives me a dazzling smile and my eyes pierce into his green ones. I snap out of my stupor and close my eyes.

"I'm not going to take this phone."

"Fine, then I won't untie your hands until you willingly accept this phone."

I open my eyes with surprise and frown. "Edward, that isn't fair."

He smirks at me. "I never said I play fair. Alright, I'll be in the bedroom. You can call me when you stop being stubborn."

"What if I buy it from you?" I just hope I have enough balance in the bank.

"Nope."

"I'll pay you and keep the phone," He shakes his head and I sigh tiredly. "Why are you doing this?"

"I just want you to have safe and functional device to take with you everywhere. You either take this phone or I'll sell your crappy car and buy you a new one."

"No!" I gasp with horror. That is more dangerous than this phone. And he is very serious.

"Fine, I'll make some calls." Edward offers a shrug and turns to walk back into the bedroom.

"I'll keep it!" I yell and he turns and frowns at me.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Swan. I didn't catch that."

I sigh. "I'll keep the phone, Edward. Thank you very much."

Edward gives me a triumphant smile and strides over to give me a hard kiss on the lips. Oh boy, he is really happy. A couple of minutes later, we pull back and he kisses my forehead. I pout and motion to my hands. He sheepishly smiles and unbuckles the belt. I sigh happily and rub my palms together.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not much," I whisper and he pulls me in his arms. I wrap my arms around him and snuggle against his neck. I close my eyes and feel his face pressed against my hair.

"Thank you." Edward says shyly and I stifle a yawn.

"What for? Accepting the phone?" I sleepily mumble and he chuckles.

"For everything."

September 14, 2015

The New Sex Bible for Women is an all-encompassing and fully comprehensive guide for women covering everything from masturbation, oral sex, self-esteem and self-care, sex pos—

"Bella?"

I gasp and the book falls from my hands when I hear Edward calling my name in the dark. The only source of light is coming from the drum-shaped lamp next to me. I watch him lean over and turn on the bedside lamp. He squints for a moment, stifling a yawn and gazes at me. He sits up, and the comforter rides down from his naked torso to his waist.

"Sorry, go back to sleep." I murmur and he chuckles, taking a good look at the messy chaise lounge.

"Are you opening your birthday gifts?" I timidly nod and he turns to the nightstand. He presses on the home screen button of his phone and shakes his head. "It's two in the morning, angel."

"I woke up when I heard thunder and then I couldn't sleep. I also got tired of staring at your face."

He laughs. "Really? It's shocking that you grew tired of staring at one face for a long time."

Edward gets off the bed and walks over to me with his light blue pajama pants hanging low on his hips.

"Did somebody give you a book?" He asks, sitting next to me and I nod, crawling over to sit on his lap. He hugs me tightly and kisses my cheek.

"I was right. The gifts are really embarrassing and inappropriate," He chuckles. "You should see the gifts Paul, Seth and Sam gave to me. I know they did it because I hate gifts."

Edward bends a little and grabs the book that dropped from my hands. I turn sideways and find him reading the cover of the book.

"The New Sex Bible for Women. Hmm, sounds very promising. Maybe you should read it, the tips might come in handy," He whispers and I slap his arm. I hide my face against his neck and he kisses my hair. "What more?"

"I don't want to show them to you. They are ridiculous. Why did they even give me such horrendous things? I'll probably lock these up in my apartment."

"I want to see them. Where are they?" I point over to the box next to us. "You had better not fuss about gifts the next time."

"Sure, sure." I mutter and he chuckles.

"Let's see," I pull back and he fishes through the box and pulls out a tiny baby pink sachet bag. He carefully reads the title and unwraps the ribbon to get the two dice out. As soon as he reads the details on the sides of the dice, he bursts out laughing.

"Jesus Christ you have some really interesting friends, Isabella."

I sigh and he nuzzles against my hair. "I'm sorry I know them."

"Me too," He chuckles. "But a round of Dirty Dice game sounds hot."

"Edward! Keep them away!"

He gives me a teasing smile. "Come on, you just have to roll the two dice and do whatever they say."

"I'm never going to play."

"Oh Bella, don't be a baby."

I read the first dice, and it has the names of different body parts while the second one has different… er, actions? God, this is so vulgar and offensive. It's a good thing Edward finds it humorous and not rude.

"How can you tickle ears?" I muse to myself and blush.

Edward brushes his lips against my ear and licks the shell of my ear. He suddenly blows into my ear and my body shudders as I giggle.

"There, now you know." His voice is unbelievable husky and I squirm on his lap.

"Thank you."

I moan when he sucks on my bottom lip and my arms wrap around his neck. I straddle his lap and my tongue enters his warm mouth. Oh, he can turn me on even at two in the morning. His hands roam over my robe and he pulls me closer to him.

"We have to wake up early and take a look around this city before we go back to Seattle tomorrow." I murmur and he chuckles.

"Says the woman who is up at two in the morning opening her birthday presents," I blush and peck his lips. I turn sideways and he frowns gently. "One of them is still unopened." He points to the large gift wrapped box at the far end.

"It's from Ben. And Angela gave me a great present," I smile, hunting through the giant box of gifts. I lift the photo frame out and show it to Edward. His eyes instantly light up looking at the picture of us.

"She clicked it during the Fundraiser." I rest my head on his shoulder and he kisses my forehead.

"It's perfect; much better than the pictures in the paper."

"Hmm, you look very cute in this picture."

He chuckles. "Do I?"

Angela probably took it when we were sitting at our table and the auction winners were being announced. Edward had a big smile on his face as he looked at me while I was kissing his cheek. The best part about this photograph is that it was a candid shot.

"I'm going to keep it at my bookstore. Then, I can stare at your face for as long as I want." I whisper and he snorts.

"You ought to get some work done between all the staring."

"I think I'll manage," I peek inside the box and smile. "Emily and Sam gave me a Dutch oven. I mentioned that I had misplaced mine when they came over for brunch."

"That's very thoughtful of them," I nod. "Open the last one."

"I hope it's not as bad as what Seth and Paul gave me. But, it's from Ben. I think it'll be alright."

"Always expect the unexpected, Bella. Who knows? He might have given you a sex swing."

"Sex swings are hot," I comment and Edward makes a face. "What? I've never tried one."

"I find them awfully constraining," He chuckles with a reminiscent expression on his face. "I had a bad experience with this girl named Jo…" He trails off taking in my expression.

"You've used one?" I ask flatly and he shakes his head. "Edward?"

"Once."

"When?"

"In college."

"Well, I don't want to hear about your past sex escapades," I snap and he nods. I unwrap his arms around me and he sighs.

"Oh come on, Bella. Like you haven't used sex furniture before."

"No, I haven't. Sure toys, but when I was back in high school," His eyes tighten. "Do you want me to share my sex stories?"

"No thank you," I sit astride his lap and Edward kisses my lips softly. "You would look undeniably sexy in a sex swing."

"But you don't like them."

"Well, that's because Joan was taller than average hei—" I cut him off.

"Please, don't."

"Okay, sorry. But I can easily imagine you in restraints."

"Oh yeah?" I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. "Then imagine me in a sex swing," He has a splitting grin on his face. Oh, such a guy. "I am writhing in passion and a pair of arms is holding me," I feel his erection growing under me. "Things aren't crammed because I am average height, nothing like your Joan," I snap and he gives me an apologetic smile. "And these arms, they aren't yours. It's a guy with shaggy blond hair and powder blue eyes named Mike Newton."

I watch Edward get angry and his expression turns murderous. His hands clench by me and I keep my lips inches from his. "I'm moaning his name, telling him to go faster. I stroke his face and his eyes lovingly stare into mine. His lips feel so soft—" I moan when Edward crashes his lips against mine.

I hear him throwing all the contents on the floor as he topples us on the chaise lounge. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him closer. His kiss is urgent, assertive and possessive. I can't say another man's name but he can talk about using a sex swing with another woman?

Edward drags his lips down to my neck, my collarbone and shoulder. I feel him fiddling with the sash of my robe and he pushes himself closer to me. He sucks on my neck and I whimper, feeling goosebumps rising on my skin as his fingers travel towards my wet center.

"Oh, Mike!" I sigh playfully and he growls softly, pulling back to stare deeply into my eyes.

"You. Are. Mine." He says slowly, his words have a ring of finality in them. "Don't ever kid around about having sex with another man." I smile and try to steady my heart rate. I stroke his hair and circle my arms around him.

"I know, baby. Hush, calm down." He snuggles against my chest and I feel his deep breaths on my skin.

"Why do you say such things?" Edward half-whines making me chuckle. He sounds like a little boy who has just been told that Santa isn't real.

"Yeah well, I was trying to get back at you for the sex swing incident. But you clearly don't have any sense of humor when it comes to other men in my life." He shakes his head and I kiss his hair.

"Zero sense of humor," He mumbles, nuzzling against my chest. "And who is this Mike? Just a random name?"

I giggle. "Actually, no. Mike Newton was my classmate in high school. He was the secretary of the student council. His name popped into my head because I received an email from him for the ten-year high school reunion coming up next month."

"Didn't you turn twenty-seven yesterday?"

"Well, I skipped first grade." I say softly and he looks up to offer me a smile.

"Oh my girlfriend is smart," He murmurs, hugging me tightly. "Are you going?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure. But, Angela and Emily will drag me to Forks."

"You should go," Edward suggests softly. "You can find out what your classmates have been up to over the past ten years and they can see how beautiful you are." I roll my eyes but blush and shake my head.

"Would you go to yours?"

"Do you think Alice would let me live if I didn't go?"

I giggle. "Guess not."

"But I wouldn't miss a chance to visit Chicago." He says and traces random circles on my arm with his index finger.

"Are you really that attached to Chicago?"

"To tell you the truth, I wish I hadn't had to move to Seattle." I can hear the honesty ring in his voice. My heart skips a beat.

"What if there is an emergency and you have to handle your offices in Chicago starting next month? Would you leave?"

"Two months ago, I would've run back without any second thoughts but," He leans up and strokes my cheek. "My heart is set on this beautiful brunette whom I can't live without. And I really don't think she'll let me get away from her or my family."

"That's true she won't," I peck his lips. "Did you ever call your parents when you were in Chicago?"

"Only on birthdays and anniversaries," He suddenly looks thoughtful. "Oh, their anniversary is coming up soon."

"That's not a great record," I shake my head and smile. "Do you have a house in Chicago?" He nods. "I bet it's great."

"It's alright."

I roll my eyes. "Don't forget that you promised me a tour of Chicago." I stroke his hair and he chuckles.

"I remember. Now, do you want to open your last present before we go to bed? I don't want you to be tired tomorrow."

"Okay."

Edward sits up, and I remain seated on his lap. He picks up the box and I hide my face against his neck, not daring to see what is inside. I can hear him unwrapping the paper and then he laughs.

"What is it?" I ask softly.

"I was right. It actually is a sex swing."

My eyes snap open and I turn to gaze at the box. I sigh with relief when I notice there is a vase inside. A vintage vase. I pull out the note from inside.

To decorate the numerous flowers Edward gives to you.
Love, Ben.

I show the note to Edward and he smiles, kissing my cheek.

"That's very sweet." I murmur and he nods.

"Although I prefer the Dirty Dice game over this. Seth really has a good choice for gifts."

I get off his lap and shake my head as I make my way to the bed. I hear Edward laughing as I take off my robe. I get under the covers and close my eyes. A few seconds later, I feel the bed dip and his thumb strokes my cheek. I open my eyes to gaze at his face and find him staring lovingly at me.

The clouds rumble and I snuggle against his chest. He draws the comforter tighter around us and hugs me. I put my head on his chest and he switches off the lamp. I let out a shaky breath when lightning sparks in the sky. My eyes remained glued to the deck and I can hear Edward humming a soft, beautiful melody under his breath.

There is a sudden crackle of lightening followed by thunder and I gasp softly. He hides my face against his chest and places gentle kisses on my hair.

"I hate this weather." I mumble, tightly hugging him.

"You can dance through any storm if thunder is music to your ears."

I offer him a smile and place a soft kiss on his chest. He knows just what to say.

And that's why I love him so much.

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