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The freezing sensation that was crawling up my shirt was tickling me, and I was trying not to squirm. I shockingly realized that the ice cold feeling was Edward's hand creeping up my shirt, taking my shirt with it. He lifted my old t-shirt up, pretending not to notice when I wriggled a little as his pinky finger skimmed across the top of my breast, thankfully covered with my bra. I took my arms from around his neck and placed them above my head.

He broke the kiss for a split second as his other hand help lift my shirt off. He threw my shirt across the room, and it hit the wall, sliding down and landing on the top of his dresser. Our lips met once again, and I began to unbutton his plaid shirt. My fingers were trembling like crazy, and I mentally cursed them for shaking so much when I was already trying to concentrate on breathing right and getting his shirt off. I really didn't need to have to focus on making my fingers be still and steady; the more things I focused on, the more things I messed up. It was as simple as that.

For a second he froze, and I thought he was going to stop. I made a small whimpering sound at the thought of him making us stop. He stopped kissing me and immediately removed his lips from mine. Concerned he asked,"What's wrong?" I just stared at him confused before I realized he was asking about the whimper that seemed to escape my closed lips. I blushed because I thought he hadn't heard the small noise coming from my throat, but, unfortunately, he had.

I blushed repeatedly as each word I tried to speak made no sound. I bit my lip furiously trying to answer this simple question that seemed to embarrass me for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I slowly and forcingly removed my teeth from my lower lip and whispered in the steadiest voice I managed and begged out,"Nothing." In frustration at my completely stupid, idiotic, and blunt answer, I brought my teeth slamming down on my lip again. I jerked my eyes shut, and noticing that I was slightly above the floor because of my leaning forward (because of the kiss), I banged my head as I fiercely came crashing down on the floor. There were only about six inches between me and the floor, but none the less, it still hurt.

The pain throbbed through my head, but I hardly noticed as to the fact that I was mad and irritated at myself for being an idiot. To cut to the chase, I was pissed off at myself. My eyes were squeezed as tight as they could go acting as a barrier to keep my tears sealed inside. My teeth were still jammed into my lip, and the jolt from hitting the floor caused my teeth to dig into it. I didn't even wince, partially due to the fact that I didn't feel the pain,and I was too frustrated to care.

I opened my eyes slowly and unwillingly praying that the tears would subside before deciding to betray me. My head was turned to the side so I couldn't see Edward, but, apprehensively, I turned my head only to see his eyes searching mine, looking for an answer to my strange behavior. He chuckled softly, gently but forcefully saying,"If you keep biting on your lip that way, you're going to bite it off." I realized my teeth were still bearing into the soft flesh that was supposed to be my bottom lip. He looked at me again, sighing and said in a strong but sweet voice,"Bella, release your lip from your teeth, please."

My eyes widened as if acknowledging the fact that I heard and understood what he was saying to me. I slowly forced my teeth off my lip, and it slid out from underneath my teeth, making a small popping sound as it popped and puffed out. Edward smiled at me and then I felt something trickle down the inside of my lip, dripping to land on my tongue. I tasted the substance at once, right before I smelt it. The rusty and salty taste and smell churned my stomach. The blood was slowly running into my mouth from the gashing holes I had just created. I had managed to bust my lip in three diffferent places and it was burning now. I gasped realizing that Edward and I were no more than two inches from eachother, and my lip was bleeding, alot.

Edward looked at me still smiling. "Why are you crying?" He asked, and I looked at him confused. He softly stroked his fingers across my cheek and as I felt the tears smear I realized that the traitor tears were still pouring down my cheeks leaving their trail as they went. "You've been crying ever since you looked at me, and I told you to stop biting your lip." He grinned and I felt my bottom lip quiver. "You know," he swiped his finger right beneath my eye to catch a falling tear,"you are quite adorable when you cry. It turns me on." He winked at the end and I had to giggle at that.

My lip was beginning to feel sort of numb like it was empty of something. Well apparently it was emptying itself of blood and it was all going into my mouth. Despite the numb, fuzzy feeling, it was burning and stinging. I swallowed a mouthful of blood and cringed at the taste. Edward finally seemed to smell the blood and was looking at me warily. "Bella," he ran his hand over my cheek as if smoothing it out,"are you okay? You look kind of blue, like that time at school in science class when you got sick from the Blood--..." He stopped as he realized it was the blood that was making me sick. I knew he had been about to say the Blood Type Lab.

"Edward," I said trying to keep my stomach inside of my body,"are you okay?" He looked at me like I had asked the stupidest question in the world. As if I had asked him, "Is the sky blue?" He gave me the look that said "duh" and said aloud,"Bella, my love, I'm fine. It's just a couple drops. Are you okay? Now that's the real question." I had no idea what to say. "More like just a couple cups of blood," I said flinching at the awful taste again.

My stomach flipped around and I felt like I was going to puke right there. "Edward," I said, hearing the scaredness in my voice I continued,"I think I'm going to be sick." I closed my eyes and heard him whisper,"There, there. It's alright. Oh, Bella, it's okay. You'll be fine." I felt his cool hand on my forehead and felt instantly as if someone had taken part of the sickness and removed it from my stomach. The remaining urge to vomit was subsiding too.

I realized that I still didn't have a shirt on and his shirt was halfway unbuttoned. I eyed him jealously for not having had any clothes removed from himself. He noticed and laughed at me, unbuttoning the shirt and taking it off himself. I smiled and he met my lips with his. I closed the kiss off and asked,"What about the taste of my blood?" He smiled again and said,"It's only the after taste and I've been holding my breath so it's not to worry." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a piece of Mr. Wrigley's Winterfresh gum and popped it in my mouth, smiling very smugly the whole time as if it were a genius idea.

I popped and smacked my gum, smirking at him all the while. He laughed and then sniffed the air saying,"Mmm, Winterfresh, my favorite kind." I rolled my eyes at him and smiled. I blew a small bubble and held it at my lips awaiting his reaction. He leaned forward and opened his own mouth, taking the bubble captive in his mouth which was still open. He bit the bubble, popping it with his teeth, which caused his lips to lay on mine.

I separated his lips with mine, forcing him to kiss me back. I held the gum on my tongue while he kissed me intensely. He ran his tongue along the outside of my bottom lip lightly across the dry holes I had left. It stung a little but with effort I managed to stay still. I titled my head slightly to the right and opened my mouth a little more wider, giving him entrance. He slid his tongue around the inside of my lower lip, then the outside of my bottom row of teeth and gum, then the inside of my gum and teeth, and finally softly across my own tongue, swiping my Winterfresh gum.

Edward curled his tongue upwards, out of my mouth, and back to his own, imprisoning my piece of gum. I frowned at him as he ended the kiss and chuckled at me. "What was that for?" I scowled at him for stealing my gum. "It was for the gum," he said laughing again. "I know that, but why did you take it?" I said pouting and making my bottom lip quiver as if I was about to burst into tears. He laughed at me again and said in a sweet voice that nearly took me out of this world, "Because I wanted to, and you, my love, your kisses taste good without the gum."

I sighed and sucked my lip back in saying,"If you say so." He smiled and said,"I know so." He leaned down to press his lips to mine and kiss me again. This kiss was deep and I loved it. He gently manuevered his tongue back into my mouth following the same process as before and left the piece of gum on my tongue. I smiled and broke the kiss off, whispering, "Thank you very much."

I still had my eyes closed from the kiss, and I opened them only to find his eyes no more than two centimeters away from mine. I gasped in shock and overcomeness at his godliness. His beauty and perfectness still overthrew me sometimes. I was shocked that I was shocked, if that's possible. Well, if you understand it better this way: I was surpised that I was shocked at his magnificence.

Gasping had been a huge mistake. As I took in the sharp breath of air, my gum went with it, lodging itself in my throat. I coughed which only made it worse. Edward realized I was choking and backed up before I could cough in his face again. I coughed again and again, and the gum only slid down my throat farther in result of me sitting up. I swallowed hard and the gum slid down a little farther. I swallowed again and the gum was gone from my throat, and it now set somewhere in my stomach.

I was sitting up with my legs laid out in front of me, and Edward set on his knees over my thighs. I looked up at Edward, not sure what to expect. I met his gaze, and he was laughing out of control. "Look what you did!" I said raising my voice and pointing my finger at him. He laughed again and said,"I did nothing but look at the beautiful girl I was so lucky to be laying on top of. You choked on your own." He smiled innocently at me and I tried to supress the giggle that was slipping out of my mouth. Well, so much for being angry.

He smiled again, but this smile was one of victorious smugness that said,"I told you so," without having to be said aloud. I sighed and huffed in defeat and he leaned forward and kissed me with a quick pop kiss and said,"It's okay. I love your clumsiness. It's sexy." I raised my eyebrows at that and laughed. "Uh-huh. Sure. Whatever you say," I rolled my eyes and laughed again.

He leaned towards me, kissing me and not bothering to try to disguise the eagerness in his kisses to have his lips on mine again. I pressed my lips hard against his, and he pushed against me, forcing me to lean back. He followed me back down to the floor, and he was on top of me again. His hands were under my head, knotted in my loose hair, and my hands were in fists, tangled in portions of his unruly hair. He was pressed down hard on me, but still managed to hold himself up enough not to crush me. At this point, I didn't even care if he did crush me.

I felt something new in his kissing. It was taking over in place of where the eagerness had been. I couldn't place what this was because I'd never felt it before. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't seem to comprehend or put my finger on what exactly this emotion was. Ecstasy? Excitement? No, neither of these covered it completely. It seemed like some kind of paroxysm, but stronger than that, not just an outburst.

I felt one of his hands coming out from under my head and sliding down the back of my shoulder. He brought it around to the side of my shoulder and slid it down my side, slighlty closer to my back than my stomach. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he slid his index finger in-between my jeans and the top of the waistband on my underwear. He slid his finger around to my stomach and belly button, keeping his finger barely underneath the waistband the whole time. He placed his thumb and index finger on opposite sides of the button on my pants.

Right as he was about to unbutton my jeans, it hit me. I involuntarily froze as I realized that this was it. I was giving it up to Edward. But I loved Edward, didn't I? He was the only one I would ever love this much. I wanted Edward to be my first and last.

Apparently, Edward felt me freeze because he automatically stopped. And when I say stop, I mean stopped everything. He stopped kissing me, he stopped moving, he even seemed to stop breathing, which it's possible he probably wasn't breathing. He lifted his head and looked at me warily. Slowly, as if enuciating every word to make sure I got it properly, he patiently asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

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