Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. I only own the parts of this story not taken from her works.

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"Edward..."

She said his name.

He quickly assured himself that she had not woken up and caught him, so that meant she must be dreaming. It was equally horrifying and thrilling to think that she was thinking about him as she dreamed. He had been trying to talk himself into leaving again when it happened.

"Stay, don't go. Please... don't go."

Hardly conscious of what he was doing, he began to move towards her sleeping form. He needed to touch her...

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Restless

The feelings of... Edward couldn't name them, of something that flooded over him at that moment were the most powerful emotions he had ever experienced, that he could ever even imagine experiencing. She was dreaming of him and wanted him to stay with her. He could hardly have believed it possible.

Could she possibly feel about him the same way he felt about her?

Did he even dare dream that one day he could tell her about this moment, the moment he gave up his resistance and admitted to himself the depth and true nature of his attraction to her? For as long as she thought him human, maybe it was possible to hope, to wish that she could return his affection. It might work. He tried not to let himself think about it, but the image of her fragile hand in his, delicate as china compared to his superhuman strength, sent filled him with an excitement he hadn't experience since he stopped hunting humans...

Monster! Of course, when... if she found out the truth she would hate him, she would be disgusted by him. He wasn't sure if he could handle that. He owed it to her to be truthful, she had protected his secret faithfully for weeks, but his immobile heart broke at the thought of her abhorrence of him, of the monster he was desperately trying to repress. But then again, maybe he wouldn't have to worry about that yet.

He would never try to make her fall for him. That would not be fair, he didn't deserve her. She deserved someone, something better than a monster, but he also knew that he could not ignore her anymore. They would be friends, friends from this point forward. He would keep warning her that it would be better if they weren't, giving her the option to leave, but he would not ignore her again. Her conversation, her eyes, even her scent were like a drug to him. He was an addict who had no plans to quit using any time soon.

She was lying on her side on the bed as he walked towards her. Were it not frozen, his heart would have been racing. He could not take his eyes off of her. He was completely mesmerized by the subtle way her body rose and fell with each breath she took, with the way the moonlight coming in through her window danced across her delicate bare skin, exposed by the expulsion of the covers from her bed.

He let himself get closer and closer. This girl, his sleeping beauty, had changed him in a way he never thought possible. His breathing increased as he approached the bed. He wanted her in his arms that moment but was worried she would wake. He slowly, careful allowed himself to sit on the bed next to her, calmed by her closeness.

He was hardly conscious of his actions, distracted by the thoughts and emotions swirling in his head. His finger reached out to trace the line of her skin. Starting at her exposed elbow he let it glide across her milky skin up her arm, over her shoulder and down her back. She shuttered slightly at this but did not wake up.

"Edward"

She said it again. Being that close her could feel the vibration her throat made when she spoke his name. It sent electrifying chills through every inch of his body. He leaned closer, as if to rest his head on the pillow near hers. He saw the goose bumps that appeared on her arms when he breathed onto her neck and was enchanted by how exquisitely painful her scent was from this close.

The monster inside was growling at the thought of being so close to something he so desperately wanted. Edward could feel him trying to surface and knew he should probably get away before something bad happened but he could not bring himself to move. He also felt that there was nothing the monster could do that would make him hurt her. She was too important.

Instead he moved his face nearer to her body, first resting his cheek against the warm skin on the back of her shoulder. She had worn a tank top to bed, so the skin there was exposed, much to his delight.

The monster was delighted too. With his cheek touching her he could feel the blood pulsing through her veins. He turned his head and placed his lips on the spot where his cheek had been just moments ago. As he savored the taste of her another wave of emotion swept over him, drowning him. If there was a heaven, he thought, it would taste like Bella Sawn.

He gently moved his lips slightly, preparing to kiss her again. At that exact moment several things happened almost simultaneously.

First his sleeping beauty went to turn again. He froze, mid kiss and jaw dropped, afraid that she would discover him there in her bed.

Second, he heard the window open and turned to look in time to see Alice standing in front of it. He was so enthralled by his newfound emotions he had not paid attention to the approach of her thoughts.

It caught him off guard. That's why he turned his head so quickly to see her.

As Edward turned his head to look at his sister standing in the room, his teeth grazed across the skin of Bella's shoulder.

He knew what happened before he was able to make eye contact with Alice. He instantly jumped out the bed and moved several steps back, his eyes never leaving the spot where he his teeth had cut her.

"Oh Edward, what have you done?"

"I... I don't know."