I woke up, instantly aware of the lack of cold arms around me.

Maybe the night before had been a dream. I really didn't care anymore; I just didn't want it to end. I ran over what had happened in my mind. Edward had kissed me and told me that my blood was getting to be too much, and we had just talked for a while, then he kissed me again. After that we talked about how good it was to be together again, carefully evading the topic of what it was like being apart. I loved Edward and all, but I didn't exactly want to tell him how crazy I had gotten.

I had fallen asleep in his arms. The arms currently were missing. I sat up and looked around, finally my eyes locked on to him, sitting at my computer.

"Edward!" I jumped up and bounced towards him, it was like the first night he stayed all over again.

"You're up! I would've stayed with you, but around 2 am you started shaking really bad and I thought it might be a good idea not to cause you to develop hypothermia, so I sat over here." He stood up, blocking my view of my computer screen.

Then I realized that there was light coming out of my computer screen. It was on, which meant he had been using it. I wondered how he knew my password, but then again was there anything he didn't know (besides my thoughts)?

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing Bella. So what do you want to do today?" he went to quickly over the topic. He was hiding something. I swear I saw his hand move in a flash towards the escape key.

"Can I see?" Edwards hand stopped in midair above it. He obviously didn't want to show me, but his need to give me whatever I wanted seemed to win out.

He moved aside, and waited to gauge my reaction. I looked at the screen, one of my old e-mails to Renee, from my zombie period, was open on the screen. I minimized it, and another was open behind it. Almost every single e-mail I had sent since Edward had left was displayed on my screen. The zombieness of my e-mails was apparent. There was even a couple e-mails to Jacob which contained a lighter style to them. And they detailed everything I had been up to while he was gone. Crap.

"Motorcycles?" Edward had one perfect eyebrow raised.

"yeah, well about that-"

"Are you sure you weren't trying to kill yourself? Motorcycles, cliff jumping?" his marble hand reached behind me and pulled up a more recent e-mail from Jacob which, once I moved past the swear words mainly said- are you okay? Tell Edward to… well that part did include a few choice swear words. And it concluded with a, 'if you ever feel like being sane again, come down to la push'

"No. I wasn't trying to kill myself." I decided to be completely honest with him. "When I did something especially dangerous I could, well I could hear you, in my head arguing with me, telling me not to do it."

His eyes were unreadable, coal black and blank.

"You jumped off a cliff. Just so you could hear my voice?" his face may have been unreadable, but his voice was completely transparent. He was incredulous, and just a little angry.

I blushed. I knew it sounded crazy. And it was kind of crazy. Okay more than kind of crazy.

"Well you don't quite have me beat. I heard voices, plural." He laughed and pulled me close in a very protective gesture. I could get used to this.

I looked out the window behind us, Charlie's car was still here, which was unusual, it was Sunday, his Fishing day.

Edward noticed my gaze and quickly explained, "He canceled on Billy after I brought you home last night. He thinks he might have a better chance convincing you to dump me after you've had a good night's sleep free of me. He thinks once you've had time to think it over without my 'influence' you'll see his side."

"Reading his thoughts again?"I asked.

"No, I think your ability must be genetic." I flipped around, my interest was suddenly heightened. Edward couldn't read Charlie's mind? Edward noticed my reaction.

"I can still tell what he's thinking, but not as clearly as everyone else. His thoughts come through as if I'm listening at a wall with human ears, or like a bad radio reception."

"Then how did you know what he was thinking just now?"

"Another genetic thing. He talks in his sleep almost as much as you do. It isn't hard to piece together what he's thinking about at night. The two of you are startlingly similar sometimes" We both laughed at that.

"Is he up? I might as well face that battle as soon as possible; he doesn't exactly enjoy getting up in the morning."

"Yes he's up, and he's already had his coffee, so that strategy won't work." He smiled my favorite crooked smile and wiped a lock of hair off my forehead.

"In that case I should probably go-" I frowned. "Don't go away okay? I feel like you're a mirage, or a exponentially better version of one of my hallucinations."

"I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"I Promise."

I sat there, snuggled into his granite arms, shivering slightly for a few moments.

"What happened to taking care of Charlie?" Edward chuckled, after a while.

"Charlie can stand to wait for a little longer." then I kissed Edward. I could never get tired of his perfect granite lips moving together with mine, incredibly cold and hot at the same time.

All to soon we were interrupted. I could hear a motorcycle coming down the road. The only person who owned a motor cycle that might be coming here would be Jacob. Oh Crap.