Dislclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, the brilliant Stephenie Meyer does.

With several distractions along the way, Edward and I finished our photosynthesis project with ease. I was surprised with his cooperation. When Edward applied himself, he was very intelligent, making the assignment effortless. I was sure we would get an above average grade.

"Wow," I said, glancing at the digital clock on Edward's bedside table. "I didn't realize how late it was. I told Charlie I'd be home by eleven."

"Good thing you have half an hour," he replied with a smile. "But speaking of Charlie, how will he feel about your new boyfriend?" He smirked, obviously pleased with the light blush that stained my cheeks.

I bit my lip and considered Edward's question. In all honesty, he wouldn't welcome this relationship with open arms. If I remember correctly, he specifically warned me about Edward and his less than favorable actions just earlier today. This was going to be difficult.

"I don't think he'll be very pleased," I grimaced. "You're not exactly the kind of guy my dad thinks I should date." That was an understatement. Charlie would be outraged.

Edward's mouth pulled into a frown. "That's what I thought, but I think it's better for you to tell him. Imagine if he heard it elsewhere."

I hated to admit it, but he was right. Surely our new found friendliness won't go unnoticed at school on Monday. It was sure to get back to Charlie, and fast.

I contemplated all of this while lying on the bed, Edward's arm curled around my waist. "I guess I should," I admitted, placing my head on his chest. I took comfort in his even breathing, the rise and fall could easily put me to sleep. "When do you think would be a good time?"

"Sooner would be the best," he answered without hesitation. "Does he know you're here now?"

I nodded slowly, slightly concerned at where he was heading.

"I'm taking a stab in the dark, but I'm guessing he wasn't thrilled with the idea."

I cleared my throat nervously. "Um, not really." I felt his chest rumble with his laughter, something I wasn't expecting.

"I thought just as much. My view is, the sooner you tell him, the sooner I can try and change his impression of me," he said, gently running a finger down my arm. Goosebumps erupted at his light touch.

"Alright," I mumbled and sat up stiffly. I'd been lying in the same position for too long. "I'll tell him when he's in a good mood. I can't promise it will be tonight though."

"That's sounds reasonable."

I stood and slowly began to gather my belongings; the thought of leaving pulling my face into a frown. "I don't want to leave." I crossed my arms stubbornly and stared at the floor.

"You're more than welcome to spend the night," Edward murmured with a sly grin. He settled further into the flush blankets on his bed, sighing.

I groaned. "You know I want to, I really do, but what would Charlie think? That's not the best way to start off a relationship." I bit my lip and turned away. If Edward decided to pull his persuasive face, I wouldn't have a chance.

"I suppose you're right," he mumbled, sadness laced throughout his tone. "Would you take me up on that offer some other time?" The mattress creaked, signaling his movement.

"It depends on what you're suggesting," I replied with hesitance. My back was still turned, so I didn't realize his close proximity until a soft hand stroked my back. I whirled around, startled.

I was met with his reassuring smile. "Nothing like that, Bella," he chuckled. "We've only been dating for a day, less than that really." He cracked a smile, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. "Someone's mind is in the gutter."

I flushed bright red. "Sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking as I tried to control the blood flowing to my cheeks.

"Don't apologize," he whispered while wrapping an arm securely around my waist. He kissed my temple, slowly dragging his lips to my ear. "I'll walk you to your car." His cool breath floated across my neck, eliciting a quiet sigh from me.

"Okay," I replied breathlessly.

Edward slung my backpack over his shoulder, pulling me closer and pressing his lips to my forehead. I envied his graceful movements. Not only was he supremely gorgeous, but he had a natural elegance that was so uncommon in boys today.

With his arm supporting my clumsy body, we made it to my truck sooner than I would have liked. "Would you like to do something tomorrow?" he asked, throwing my bulky bag in the cab with little effort. "Or you can tell your father…"

"He's fishing all day tomorrow," I quickly replied. "He likes to get an early start." I was suddenly grateful for how engrossed Charlie was with fishing. It definitely came in handy.

"Well, that answers the second part of my question. What about the first?"

"Of course I want to do something with you," I responded with a roll of my eyes. "Why wouldn't I? Just give me a time and place."

"Your house, eleven o'clock," he stated, inching closer until I was backed against the truck's rusty exterior. He didn't even give me a chance to argue before his lips captured mine. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the hair near my fingers. His soft locks were so irresistible that my hands moved at their own accord, threading themselves into his bronze tresses.

He broke away and gave each of my cheeks a light kiss. "You should get home. You only have ten minutes."

I gasped and dug out my cell phone. I barely used it, but Charlie insisted it was essential in case the truck ever broke down. "Oh God! I have to get home! I'll see you tomorrow," I said in a rush, forgetting the fact he would be at my house the next day.

"See you then, Bella. Drive safely."

He watched me back up clumsily, my motor skills even more impaired by my nervous state, until I was on the main road home. I sped through the sleeping town in a daze. Charlie would not be happy if I'm even a minute late; especially since he knew I was at Edward's. With my eyes constantly flitting to the clock on my dashboard, I pulled in the driveway with exactly a minute to spare. I had no more reason to rush. Charlie was sure to have heard the rumbling engine.

I flung my backpack over my shoulder in an attempt to imitate Edward, but tumbled onto the damp grass instead. "Shit," I mumbled, wiping the dirt off of my jeans. I hated grass stains; they were too hard to wash out.

"Bella?" Charlie questioned sleepily, blinking away the remains of his nap. I paused at my attempt to tip toe past him, obviously it was too late now.

"Yea, it's just me. It's eleven now," I replied, creeping toward the stairs. He mumbled something in response, but promptly nodded off. Thank goodness.

I was too hyped up from my day to fall asleep. My emotions were everywhere, excited, nervous, curious, and most of all, happy. I didn't know what to focus on first. Agreeing to be in a relationship with Edward was something I was sure of. I've thought about it way before now, but actually being in the relationship seems surreal. Am I the only girl that Edward hasn't been with? Was that why he wanted to date me?

I immediately shook off those disconcerting thoughts. Time would prove Edward's loyalty; I just had to trust him. Trust now held a new meaning in my vocabulary.

I contemplated all of this in the shower, letting the warm water massage my back. The steaming spray seemed to unknot and release all the tension within my body. I sighed, suddenly relaxed. Tomorrow would be good. Maybe when Charlie got home from fishing, I could bring up Edward. He would surely be in a good mood then.

I toweled off slowly, paying extra detail to my hair. Hopefully, it would stay frizz free tomorrow. Just as I was about to crawl into bed, I heard the distinct ring of my cell phone. It chirped noisily, still in the pocket of my jeans. I rushed to find it, throwing clothes on the floor in my haste.

"Hello?" I answered breathlessly, not bothering to check the caller id.

"Good, I see your still up," a familiar, velvet voice responded. My heart rate increased infinitesimally at the sound.

"Edward? How did you get my number?"

He chuckled and paused to consider his reply. "Let's just say I have my ways."

Of course. "Oh," I breathed while sliding under the covers. I tugged my quilt up to my chin, nervously twisting the material between my fingers.

"I just called to make sure you returned home safely, and that you weren't late," he laughed. I could imagine his mouth twisting into a crooked grin. "And maybe so that I could hear your voice again."

Thankful he couldn't see my blush, I sighed. "I got home just in time. Charlie was asleep on the couch, watching some game."

"Perfect. I still have a chance to keep my good name."

"What good name?" I snorted, rolling my eyes at his clever joke. "Edward Cullen isn't usually associated with good." A muffled sound caught my attention from his end. "What are you doing?"

There was more shuffling before he replied. "Sorry, I was taking my shirt off and getting into bed."

I inhaled sharply. "You don't wear a shirt to bed?"

"I don't see the point," he stated simply.

The image of a shirtless Edward elicited a shiver down my spine. His chest, muscular and smooth, would ripple as he removed his clothing, the pieces falling to the ground. His well defined abs would constrict as he slid into bed, shifting to get comfortable. I bit my quilt to restrain a moan. Hell, I hadn't even seen him shirtless yet.

"Right," I replied mindlessly. "No point." The image was still fresh in my mind as he released a throaty chuckle.

"I do wear boxers though."

Oh god. "Only boxers?" I squeaked unintentionally. My face flamed as I realized my mistake. "Um, I didn't mean to, uh, say that out loud." Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Its fine, Bella." I could practically hear the smug grin in his voice. "Since you know what I wear to bed, it's only fair that you share."

I grimaced and looked at my tattered sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. "It's nothing."

"You wear nothing?" he questioned, surprise evident in his tone.

"No!" I gasped. "I mean, I don't wear anything special."

Edward released a chuckle. "Ah, I see. If you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to tell me."

Digging up the ounce of bravery I possessed, I decided to be daring. "It's alright; I just meant it's my normal clothing for bed. I wear my favorite white, oversized t-shirt. It reaches, oh, the top of my thigh."

"And?" he prompted, his voice lower than usual.

"And underwear. Sometimes." Even through my audacious exterior, I blushed. I wasn't used to speaking this way.

"You don't wear a bra?"

"Nope, I don't see the point," I replied, imitating his earlier answer.

There was silence as I waited for him to respond. "Bella," he began, "I think I should go now." His voice was strained, distinctly different from his usually smooth speech. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "Alright, see you tomorrow, Edward."

The line went dead and I exhaled loudly. Tomorrow would be interesting.

AN: Hah, I have my own vision of where Edward went after that little phone call. This will be heating up shortly, be ready. The reviews have been so great, I appreciate them all!