A/N: Sorry this chapter is not good as all the other chapters are not good...I think I've lost my mad skills in writing :(

Bella's froze as Edward's heat rolled through her. With hooded eyes, he lowered his lips onto hers and all the confused clatter in her head stopped. His taste of coffee and almonds filled her, taking her back to more content times when she could claim his mouth whenever she pleased.

She claimed it now. She revisited him like a parched man chugging water. Her hands rested on the hard muscles of his chest and she could feel the jump of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. She took her share of its phenomenal taste and touch, the feel of his tongue, the light graze of his stubble on her chin, the weight of his hand in her hair, and the pressure of his lips branding her as his own. Her blood pounded through her, vibrating every cell with the wonder of the kiss, and she heard herself moan as every part of her opened up to him.

The sound shuddered through her, bringing reality back with the devastating power of a tsunami.

Edward heard Bella's husky moan and all his blood thudded to his groin. She kissed like every man's fantasy; open–mouthed and giving, and he couldn't get enough of her. His tongue thrust deeply into her hot and welcoming mouth as his body demanded he bury himself in her, absorbing all her sweet taste and fiery heat. His hands, filled with her silky hair, tilted her head back so he could kiss more of her; trail kisses along her jaw and down her soft, slender neck.

She'd always melted in his arms when his lips and tongue had done a long, slow trace from her ear and down along her neck, and he was returning to familiar territory.

The push of her hands flat against his chest hardly registered and he pulled her closer not wanting to feel any space between them.

With a gasp, she tore her mouth away from his. "Stop it."

"What are you doing Edward?" she asked as she moved away from him slightly so that her raging hormones could calm down and let her common sense take control of her body once again.

"You'll find we were kissing each other like sex-starved teenagers."

God she'd felt good in his arms again. Warm and soft and the feel of her silky skin under his fingers and — He realized with an excruciating jolt just how much he'd missed holding her. No, he couldn't allow himself to entertain such thoughts.

"What about –", Bella raked her brain for something logical to say.

Edward cut her off with another heart-stopping kiss.

Much to his frustration she pulled away once again but this time to the sound of his stomach's ferocious growl.

"Ignore that." He attempted to get her back in his arms.

"What kind of wife would I be if I did?" Bella teased, retreating to the kitchen. She used this as an excuse to distance herself from Edward. She needed to clear her head without his intoxicating presence altering her mentality.

Dismally Edward followed swiftly behind.

"Is grilled chicken okay? It's the only solid food we have around the house." she said placing her hands under the kitchen tap.

"You know that there are very few things I love more than grilled chicken." Edward stated perching himself on the kitchen island.

"That's very convenient then, isn't it?"

"Very." He affirmed in his deep velvety voice.

"It will take a while." She warned him, her voice was hoarse an her lips swollen from the kiss.

"Then I'm going to take this opportunity to take a shower." He started heading towards the door but he stopped and added, "A cold one in case you were curious."

"I wasn't nor am I curious." Bella said rolling her eyes.

"Do you want to play a game?"

"Excuse me?" Edward looked at Bella to see if she was serious.

"Do-you-want-to-play-a-game?" she said more slowly like she was talking to someone mentally incapacitated.

"Isabella you should recognize by now I do not appreciate people patronizing me."

They were on a plane back to New York. It was a very long flight from Rio de Janeiro to Newark airport. Thirteen hours, to be exact.

In a way Bella was sad to leave Isle Esme. She wondered if Edward's lighthearted nature would follow him back to New York. An unspoken truce had been called between the two of them. She was pleased but not in that sense. It would be more bearable to pretend to be Edward's dutiful wife if she didn't want to do extremely violent things to him.

They hadn't spoken about the kiss yet but she knew they had to some time.

"Which game would you like to play Isabella?"

"Twenty Questions."

"Am I supposed to know what that is?"

"Basically, we take turns to ask each other any questions we like and the other person has to answer truthfully." She put emphasis on the word truthfully.

"And what if I don't want to be truthful?"

"Are you scared?"

"No." he answered. Bella couldn't decipher whether he was lying or telling the truth for there was no emotion on his beautiful face. "You first." He said.

"Why did you kiss me the other night?" she didn't beat around the bush but she couldn't meet his gaze either.

He didn't hesitate. "I kissed you because I wanted to."

"Why did you want to kiss me?"

"Isn't it my turn?" Edward countered. "Why did you leave?"

"You know why."

"I don't think I do."

"I was nineteen. I was scared. I knew you didn't want a baby and you had such big plans and I didn't want to ruin them. You know what? I'm suddenly feeling tired. I don't want to play anymore."

"Suit yourself."

Bella leaned as far away from Edward as she could get and closed her eyes pretending to be asleep to avoid anymore conversation with him, seeing as it all lead back to their past which was too painful to unearth again.

Shock spread over Bella as Edward turned the car onto a suburban road filled with luxurious houses made of natural stone and brick. Its appearance reflected the stereotypical view of American suburbia: perfectly manicured lawns, rows of comfortable houses and white picket fences. It was a beautiful and prestigious neighborhood.

Why had Alice asked them to come here from the airport instead at the house?

She was about to find out. All the Cullen's were standing in the front garden as Edward eased the Jeep in-between Rosalie's red convertible and Carlisle's lean Mercedes outside one of the beautiful houses.

"Momma!" Reneesme exclaimed and ran into Bella's open arms.

"How's my baby girl."

"No, Momma. Uncle Em said I'm not a baby anymore. He said I'm a big girl."

"Did he?" Bella gave Emmett a smile.

"Welcome back." Esme said embracing both Bella and Edward at the same time.

"What is this all about?" Edward questioned giving Alice a suspicious gaze.

The little monster in Bella's arms twisted to Edward and reached her chubby little hands towards him. And he lifted her from Bella.

"Surprise!" Alice sang. "It's a wedding gift from all of us."

"This is ours?" Bella was dazed. "You bought us this house?"

"It's the least we could do." Carlisle announced.

"Can we go inside before the neighbors start thinking we are bizarre?" Rosalie said glancing around the street.

Later that evening

It had been a couple of hours since Alice had opened the first bottle of wine. Light conversation was floating around.

"You've had a long flight and you probably want time to settle in your new house," Esme was saying to Edward. "So we should probably get going." She set her wine glass on the coffee table – yes, not only had the Cullen's bought Bella and Edward a house, they'd furnished it with luxurious beige furniture to match the outside.

"Yeah, we should probably get going too." Emmett put his hand on Rosalie thigh and gazed adoringly at his wife. "Tomorrow is a big day."