And now for another update!

It's shorter than my normal posting rate for this story -- not even two thousand words GASP -- but that's only because of the ending came up faster than I planned. I just felt it was the only way to end the chapter, honestly. Wanted to leave y'all with a cliffhanger. Are you mad?

I plan on updating again soon, hopefully before Thursday. Because then, i'm going to a MIDNIGHT SHOWING DOWNTOWN YYYEAH!!! Who else is going to one?? I can't wait!

Anyways, that's the end of this rambling Author's Note. Sorry for that. So without further ado, here's the latest addition!

EPOV

After our incredible kiss out in the rain, I sheltered Bella indoors. Didn't want her to catch a cold or anything. The funny thing was, after the big fuss about going out, she was much more reluctant about going back in.

So now here we were, in her place, sitting on the couch, trying to dry off.

"Bella, you're shivering. Do you need a blanket?"

This girl worries me. Has she no self-preservation instinct? First she trips on the way in and nearly busts her head open, and now this...

"I am?" She replied, looking innocently oblivious.

"Yes, you are. So, do you need a blanket? We wouldn't want you getting sick."

"No, i'm fine," she blushed, rubbing her head with a towel. "But thank you."

"Bella," I warned, shooting her a look.

Do you not know how much I care for you?

"Well...Maybe I should just go into my room and change real quick."

"That's better," I smiled.

She got up off the couch, tossing her towel to me, and began to shift her weight from foot to foot, as if nervous.

Silly Bella

"I'll be right back, I guess. And feel free to, um, make yourself at home."

I chuckled, and gave her a slight nod of acknowledgment. She blushed again and turned around to head off to her room.

Once she was gone, I began to toy with her towel with amusement.

I wish I could make her see, she doesn't need to be so nervous of me. I suppose we haven't known each other for very long...

After she closed her bedroom door, I began to feel a slight chill. Shivering slightly, I decided to shrug out of my soaked hoodie.

After all, I don't want to be called a hypocrite. Though I don't have anything to change into...Maybe I should ask if she has anything. Then i'd have the excuse to come see her again later, to return it.

She soon returned from her room, with a new outfit on. I flashed her a bright smile, and she paused momentarily before sitting back down next to me. I was about to ask her if anything was wrong, but she spoke first.

"So, are you ever going to tell me how you got my number?"

I grinned and shook my head 'no' playfully. She swatted me on the arm.

"Come on Bella, what would be the fun in that? I'd prefer to keep you guessing."

"What a wonderful plan," she replied sarcastically. "Trying to kill me with secrets?"

I frowned at that, and looked down at my feet.

I supposed it would come out sooner or later. Guess I was hoping it would be the latter...

"Bella," I started, risking another glance up at her. "I wouldn't keep secrets from you, you know? You can trust me. I'm only teasing about the phone number thing."

She gazed at me long and hard after that, before taking my hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"I know that, Edward. I do trust you."

The corners of my lips turned up slightly at that as I fought back a smile.

Why does it please me so much to hear that she trusts me? Do I really like her that much after only one date? If you don't count whatever you'd call what we're having now...

"You can wait as long as you'd like to tell me what happened. I'm just curious."

I laughed, surprisingly loud. Bella jumped slightly before cracking a smile.

What the hell was that?

"Sorry," I muttered sheepishly.

Damn it, Edward, you've got it bad. You've never acted anything like this around a woman before.

Because Bella isn't like every other woman.

That's true.

"Don't worry, Bella," I said after a few moments of silence. "I will tell you sometime. Suppose it is a pretty interesting story."

She perked at the sound of that, then deflated almost just as quickly.

"Don't be a tease, Edward," she sighed, wearing a soft smile.

"Speaking of changing the subject," I started, causing her to roll her eyes and sigh dramatically. "You wouldn't happen to have any shirts for me to borrow, would you? My hoodie is completely soaked through."

"So I noticed," she blushed. "Let me see if I can find anything in your size."

And without another word, she stood up and went back into her bedroom. I sat awkwardly on the couch, trying to decide if I should go in with her.

I wouldn't want to impose. She would have invited me to come along if she wanted me to....right?

"Edward, would you like to help me pick something out?"

I whipped my head to her doorway, to find her peeking out at me. She was biting her bottom lip, seemingly nervous.

"Yeah, sure," I grinned, getting up and heading in to her room.

I tried not to dance like a fool once I made it in.

That would be very ungentlemanly of you, Edward.

"Found anything?" I asked, sticking my hands into my pockets.

"Well....sort of."

She turned around, holding an arm out, gesturing to her bed. There were two shirts sprawled out over the blankets -- both pink.

"It was all I had in your size," she mumbled, refusing to meet her eyes.

Does she think I'm upset??

I laughed, loud and hard, startling Bella so much she stumbled back a little.

"What's so funny?"

"Bella, you are absolutely absurd," I somehow managed to get out, though my laughter was still not quite contained.

She pouted at that, and crossed her arms.

Adorable

So to make her happy, I strode over to her bed, and picked up one of the pink garments. A big sweater, with the word WASHINGTON printed over the chest.

And least it's a darker pink than the other. Looks warm, too. It should fit...it would be big on her, I imagine. Still sexy though. Stop it, Edward!

Without a word, I pulled the sweater on and smiled.

"This is perfect. Thank you, Bella."

There's that smile.

"Well, I'm glad you like it," she teased, taking a step closer, seeming to lose her nervousness after I tugged the sweater on. "You know, I think pink is your color. It really brings out your hair."

"My hair isn't pink," I replied in mock offense.

"No, not pink. But it does have a reddish tint."

She reached a hand up at that, and ran it through my hair. I closed my eyes, delighting in the feel. But after doing it once more, she pulled her hand back slightly, and laughed. I opened my eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just that you...made a noise."

"No I didn't."

"You did," she replied with another laugh. "It almost sounded like a purr."

"Men don't purr, Bella," I chuckled, reaching one of my own hands out to run through her hair.

"Well, you did," she grumbled, smile still in place, while closing her eyes.

"Maybe it was a growl."

"So men can growl, but they can't purr?"

"Of course."

And so I growled a little - both to prove my point, and because she had resumed grooming my hair.

No woman has ever made me feel like this. You truly are remarkable, Bella...

She opened her eyes, playfulness evident in them. I growled again.

And without warning, she pulled my head down to hers, and our lips collided. I hummed in pleasure, bringing my other hand to tangle into her hair as she did the same to mine.

I grew bold as she began to press herself closer to me, so I carefully slid my tongue out to caress her lips. To my surprise, her mouth opened almost immediately, allowing me entrance. Our tongues collided, and we both groaned at the contact.

I slowly reached one hand down to her hip, as the other stayed firmly planted on the back of her head, ensuring our connection. She sighed into me at that, and pushed me up against the wall.

"Bella," I groaned against her mouth, pulling her hips closer to mine. She whimpered, and dug her fingers into my scalp.

Edward, watch yourself. Don't let things happen too fast.

Shut up, brain!

But before I could make any decision on how far things went, something else decided for me.

"Bella!" Alice called out from the living room, startling me.

Though that wasn't enough to make either of us break away.

"Guess who stopped by for a visit...."

Damn you, Alice. I don't care.

"Bells?" A deep, masculine voice called out as footsteps approached the bedroom.

Okay. That stopped me.