Author's Note: I tried as fast as I could to update, but there's so much stuff going on! Don't take AP classes. Just don't do it. Anyway, thanks for all the fabulous reviews! I love reading them, and opening my email and seeing alert after alert after alert is really great. I love all of you!

Edward held me in his stone arms as he closed the door to his room. Everything was as it was when we left. The huge bed was still unmade, and my clothes were still on the floor. It was beginning to feel like home already. Edward sighed.

"What?" I was confused. Was he having second thoughts about me moving in?

"It's nothing. I haven't picked up after anyone in a very long time, is all." He set me on the bed, and picked my clothes up from the floor. I smiled.

"You don't have to pick up after me. I can do that myself. You didn't give me a chance." I teased him, curling up under the covers.

"I know. I don't mind picking up after you. It's everyone else." He smiled, throwing my clothes in the closet, where I assumed there was a hamper. He joined me on the bed, sliding under the comforter with me. I wondered what was up; usually he stayed above the sheets. All of my questions faded away as he scooted closer to me, his arms reaching out and sliding me toward him. I smiled, burying my face in his shoulder. His arms traced lines up my back, up and down. His finger slid down, and caught on the hem of my shirt. He dragged it up, exposing my back to the cold air. I sucked in a breath, and he pulled my shirt back down. I reached back and stopped him. I lifted my head from his shoulder and met his eyes.

He gave me a warning look. "Bella…." He trailed off, not quite wanting to stop me. I smiled deviously.

"Don't Bella me. I can take my clothes off if I want. I live here too." I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me only with a camisole. I suddenly wanted Edward's chest bare.

Seemingly reading my thoughts, he pulled his shirt over his head too, although he was much faster than I was. It was off and out of sight before I could blink. I realized that this was the second time in as many days that I'd seen him shirtless. I could get used to this. He wrapped his arms around me again, and I pressed my face to his cold chest.

"I like it when you say that." I thought I heard him say something, but I could never be sure around him. I lifted my head again.

"I'm sorry? I didn't catch that." I studied his face. He looked uncomfortable, so of course I was going to push it. He didn't say anything. "What did you say?"

"I said I like it when you say that." His tone was low again, but clear. I smiled, determined to push him to the brink.

"Like it when I say what?" I asked, obviously enjoying myself. He shot me a burning look, but spoke anyway.

"I like it when you say you live here. It makes me…happy." He smiled like he was embarrassed and kissed my forehead.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and tilted my head up so that his lips were touching mine. His hand slid around the back of my neck, raising goose bumps on my shoulders and collarbone. I didn't care.

I threw myself into the kiss with abandon, and apparently Edward did too, because his hands were all over me, even on my stomach. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hand slid from my knee up to my waist. I sighed; his fingers were cold through the thin fabric of the skimpy top I had on.

Naturally, Edward broke free first. When I sighed against his lips, that must have pushed him over the edge. I pouted for a moment, and felt his cool fingers under my chin, tilting my head up.

"If I didn't stop kissing you, I would've gone further than I'm comfortable with." He kissed my cheek.

"I thought you had unbreakable self control." I taunted, still not pleased with not having gotten my way. Edward frowned.

"You and I both know that's not true." He bent his head to my neck, and for one crazy second I thought he was going to bite me. Instead, he laid a tender line of kisses leading down to my shoulder. He pushed aside the strap so that my shoulder was entirely bare. He traced little patterns on my neck and shoulder, driving me wild. I threw my head back against the pillows, arching my back. He chuckled lightly and pulled his head away. I vaguely remembered that he'd said something, and that I was supposed to respond.

"What were we talking about?" My eyes were half-open and I was dizzy. I took in a deep breath; I'd forgotten to breath.

Edward laughed freely. "Nothing of major importance. You should really go to sleep now. It's been a long day." He gently pushed me down so I was laying flat. He climbed out from underneath the covers, and laid on top of them. I scooted my body closer to his, and eagerly pressed myself against him. He adjusted the covers around my shoulders so that I wouldn't get cold. I doubted that would happen. His kisses had made my skin hot.

I tucked my head into his chest and closed my eyes. He started humming, and I recognized my lullaby. I was going to say something about it, but my eyelids suddenly felt like lead weights were on them. I succumbed to the urge to sleep, curling into Edward. The last thing I felt before I drifted was his arms around me.

I dreamed of nothing but him.

The next morning, I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in, but I didn't feel stiff as I usually would have. Edward's smiling eyes were the first thing I saw.

"Do you want to eat something?" He was anxious. I hadn't eaten in awhile.

"Uh, give me a minute to wake up. Then, we'll talk. What time is it?" I stretched, rolling over onto him. He laughed.

"About nine. Why, in a hurry to get somewhere?" He ran his hands up and down the sides of my body. I shivered, and climbed out of bed.

"No. I was just wondering. Why'd you let me sleep so late?" I drug myself over to the mirror, and cringed away. Not looking so hot today.

Edward shrugged, and came up behind me. I noticed he was still shirtless, and I turned around to touch his chest. I ran my hands over the solid contours, reveling in the sheer perfection. He caught my hands and pressed them over the area where his still heart was. I bent my head to his chest and kissed his hand. I met his eyes and melted. They were molten gold, burning into mine with the utmost intensity. I felt myself looking back at him from my puddle on the floor.

He dropped my hands from his chest, keeping one of them to hold. "Why not? You were tired, and it's not like we're in any big hurry today. Relax."

I reached up and mussed his hair. "I think that's being accomplished. I've never felt more relaxed. Oh, I think I'm ready to eat now."

"Okay, let's get downstairs. I think Alice made you breakfast." He saw the stricken look on my face and laughed, but didn't say it was a joke. Alice. Making me breakfast.

I cringed, and let him lead me down the stairs to my waking nightmare.