Let the Games Begin

A/N: Once again, I suck. I know. I've been writing this chapter for the past two weeks and I just now got it done. I have no excuses, so I'm not going to give you any. Hope you like the chapter though. And thank you to all that have stuck with me and my slow ass.

Chapter 13
Fuck Awesome: That's All I'm Gonna Say About That

(EPOV)

I think I'm dreaming. I mean, it couldn't be real, right? It was too good to be true.

I looked back over to the passenger seat and realized finally that it wasn't a dream. Bella was sitting in my car as we drove back to campus, a smile on her lips. She looked so happy, the happiest I've ever seen her while she's been here.

All night long, she had been smiling and laughing. And when she smiled, I smiled. She took my breath away. She was so beautiful when she smiled.

We pulled up in front of her dorm and I put the car in park.

"Just for the record," she said. "This is the best date I've ever been on."

I smiled. "I'm glad to have been of service."

She smiled brightly before leaning across the seat and capturing my lips with hers. She kissed me softly before pulling away. "Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome," I whispered back before pulling her lips back to mine.

Most people would only kiss once on a first date. You know, they're just getting to know each other and all that, but come on. I've known Bella for weeks now. I probably know more about her than her parents do from what she's told me about their relationship. And seeing as Bella was... Bella, I couldn't get enough of her. All I wanted to do was drag her back to my room and kiss her all day long.

And there was a time during our date when I told myself that I was only going to kiss her once and do everything in the proper order. Date. Kiss goodnight. Leave.

But then she smiled at me and did that cute little lip biting thing that she does and only two words came to mind.

Fuck it.

I had to kiss her again. She has been the only thing on my mind for the past month since she first showed up here. And I told myself after that first mind blowing kiss of ours that I would make her mine and I intended to do just that.

And as of right now, I was doing a pretty good job if I do say so myself.

She smiled against my lips as she kissed me back. As much as we wanted to kiss all night, we were taking it slow. I didn't want to freak her out by moving too fast, so our kisses were soft and sweet, no tongue like our last encounter. If that had happened again, all bets were off.

She pulled away slowly and bit her lip. "I think I need to head up now," she said sheepishly.

"Yeah, probably," I said, smiling softly. "Can I see you tomorrow?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, just don't call before noon. It won't end well."

I laughed. "Alright. I can accept those terms."

I smiled at her one last time before getting out and walking over to her side of the car and opening the door for her. I offered her my hand to help her out of the car. I leaned down and kissed her cheek softly.

"I'll call you tomorrow," I said.

She nodded and smiled. "Okay. Goodnight, Edward."

"Goodnight, pretty girl," I said. She giggle-snorted at the name and turned to head into her building. I walked back over to my side of the car and got in and waited for Bella to get into her building.

She paused just before she got to the door and turned and walked quickly back to the car. She tapped on my window and I rolled it down, confused.

"One more," was all she said before pressing her lips to mine again. I smiled against her lips and cupped her cheek softly.

Don't judge. This has been building for weeks now. This is a lot more tame than it could have been.

She pulled away and smiled sheepishly at me. "Okay. Now it's goodnight," she said.

I chuckled. "Goodnight, Bella." She smiled and waved before heading it her building. I let out a dreamy sigh and let my head fall back against the headrest. A huge, face-splitting smile spread over my lips. I was giddy. Actually fucking giddy. And let me tell you, I don't do giddy. But here I was, trying to keep myself from doing a happy dance like some lovestruck preteen girl.

Alright, dude. Go find something to punch to regain your masculinity and your night will be complete. I took a deep breath and started the car and drove over to the parking deck to park it. I parked and walked back to my dorm, whistling cheerily while I did.

I entered the building and there were still a few people hanging in the common area. They looked at me strangely as I whistled my way towards the elevator. I gave them all a wave and a smirk before heading up to my room.

I unlocked my door and flicked on the light only to find Jasper and Emmett sprawled out over my couch and my bed. I just laughed. I didn't want to ruin my fuck awesome mood right now, so I'm just going to deal with them. "Hey, guys, what's up?" I asked nonchalantly as I shrugged my jacket off and threw it over the back of my chair.

They just gaped at me. What? Did they expect an explosion every time they broke into my room to wait for me to get back from wherever I was like the stalkers they were?

No. I think not.

Emmett was the first to snap out of his trance. "Who are you and what have you done with my uptight ass of a cousin?"

I snorted. "It's me, you dick. And I'm just fine because I just had the most fuck awesome date of my life," I said as I fell into my desk chair and let out a somewhat dreamy sigh.

Yeah, I know. I'm acting like a pussy whipped fool, but I didn't give a fuck. Bella was perfect for me and I like to think that she thought of me the same way. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she was mine for the rest of time.

"Dude," Jasper drawled. "You're so whipped."

I shrugged. "And you guys aren't?" I said smugly.

They both grumbled, but didn't deny it. "So, how was it?" Emmett asked, his patience finally gone.

"It was great. She said that she really liked it," I said.

"Any action?" he asked, leaning forward and seeming oddly curious.

"A kiss or two... or five," I said, the smile from earlier threatening to overtake my face again when I thought about her again.

They let out impressed whistles. "Damn, how'd you get so lucky? Rosie wouldn't even let me kiss her cheek on the first date," Emmett whined.

I shrugged. "I really don't know." I sighed again. "She's just perfect, absolutely perfect." And she really was. She got me like no one else could. She was so beautiful and had this wild side to her that just made me even more crazy about her. And she dropped the badass, "I'll kick your ass if you even look at me wrong" facade that she had mastered whenever she was around me, so I got to see a side of her that no one else knew was even there. That's when I got to see just how freakishly adorable she actually was. Sometimes she would stutter when she was nervous or embarrassed. And she would blush the cutest blush whenever she was embarrassed or flustered. And the way she would smile whenever we talked about something that she enjoyed or whenever she decided that it would be funny to tickle me. The way she giggled and then promptly snorted whenever she was told something funny.

"Wow, dude," Emmett laughed. "You're totally gone for her."

I just shrugged again. So what if I was? She was the perfect girl for me.

"So... have you called Aunt Lizzie yet?" Emmett asked, not bothering to hide his glee about that situation.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "No, I haven't." I knew that she would call me if I didn't call her soon, so I sighed and dug my phone out of my pocket and sure enough, I had a text from my mother.

Hey, baby boy. Call me when you get back from your date! I'll be up all night, so call me as soon as you get back. Love you, darling.

I groaned again. The woes of being an only child and a momma's boy.

Note to self: Make sure Emmett and Jasper (and Bella, now that I think about it) do not ever find that text.

I dialed my mom's number with a sigh and waited for her to pick up. She did after the second ring. She was probably waiting by the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mom," I said, trying to holding back my laughter at her overly excited tone.

"Oh, hello, my little man," she said, not bothering to hide her excitement. "Put me on speaker, dear. I can hear Emmy Bear and Jazzy. They'll only bug you until you tell them what we're saying."

I sighed. "Yes, Mother," I said before putting the phone on speaker. "You're on speaker now."

"Okay, now tell me everything. Did she like everything?" she asked.

"Yeah, Mom, she liked it. It was great," I said, unable to keep the smile off of my face.

"Oh, that's wonderful, darling," she cooed. "Tell me all about it."

I groaned. "Mom."

"Don't you "mom" me, Edward Anthony. I've been waiting for this for seventeen years, now let me have my fun," she scolded.

I rolled my eyes. This is one of those times when I wished I had another sibling, a sister or something, because then my mother wouldn't be asking about the details of my dating life. But no, I had to go and be an only child. And you know what happens to only children? They become momma's boys or daddy's girls and they can't help but tell their mommy or daddy whatever it is that their asking about, whatever it may be, because they don't want to upset them.

Which is why I'm telling my mother any of this in the first place. I'm a momma's boy. As an only child, it was bound to happen.

I sighed. "Fine, Mom. I picked her up at her room." Then I remembered the situation with the pixie and her camera. "Mom, did you make Alice take pictures of us?"

"Oh, dear, of course not. I just asked her to. I would never make any of my babies do anything. And she was happy to help," she said.

Just... wow. And there you fucking have it, folks. My family, the only ones that could possibly embarrass the fuck out of me without me being angry. Well, not too angry.

I sighed, letting it go. "Whatever, Mom. Anyway, I picked her up and we went to the Sammy's."

"Oh, that's so cute, angel," she cooed. "I know how you love that place."

"Yeah, Mom. And then I took her to the ice cream shoppe down the street. And then we talked for the rest of the night. Basically," I muttered at the end.

"Basically? What else happened?" she asked, the excitement in her voice evident.

I sighed. "I kissed her," I said quickly. I didn't mind telling my mom stuff like this, but talking about kissing or anything of a sexual nature with her was downright awkward.

"You kissed her?" Mom squealed happily. That's right, she squealed like a preteen.

"Yes," I mumbled, my cheeks heating up. Dear Lord, this conversation needed to end now or Em and Jazz will never let me live it down.

"Oh my goodness, my baby boy is growing up," she cooed excitedly. I groaned a little while Em and Jazz snickered at me. I flicked them off which only made them laugh harder. Yeah, I was never going to live this down. "I bet she loved all of that, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she seemed to like it. She said that we could see each other again."

"That's good, sweetheart. Now, is she your girlfriend yet?" she asked.

Good Lord. "No, mom, not yet," I said.

She huffed on the other end of the phone. "Well, I'm sure she will be soon enough. No one can turn down my baby boy."

I snorted. "Thanks, Mom."

"Sure thing, sweetie," she laughed. "Now, it's getting late over here, so I'm going to head to bed. Be good. And keep me updated, alright?"

"Yes, Mom," I sighed.

She chuckled softly. "Love you, baby boy." Then she addressed Em and Jazz. "Emmy Bear, Jazzy, you two be good and don't pester Edward too much, alright?"

"Yes, Aunt Lizzie," they both said even though they were both eyeing me. This wasn't going to be good.

"Alright, boys. I love you all. Goodnight, dears," she said.

"Love you too," I said before hanging up.

We sat in silence before they jumped on me again. "So, when are you going to see Bells again?" Emmett asked.

"I'm gonna call her tomorrow. We'll figure something out then," I said, shrugging nonchalantly.

They both huffed. I looked over at them in confusion. "What's up with you two?"

"You're so freaking lucky, man. Your girl is so laid back about everything. I love Rosie, but my God if she isn't uptight," Emmett whined again. "And she's always trying to cut me off for something."

I cringed. I did not need that mental image.

"Yeah, man. I love Alice, I really do, but there's only so much shopping a man can take," he groaned. "And she keeps trying to steal all of the clothes that she doesn't like out of my closet." He pouted a little.

I snickered at both of them. I knew they both loved their girlfriends, but I guess I understood where they were coming from. "Sorry, guys. I don't know what to tell you. Bella's always been like that, even when she was trying to embarrass the fuck out of me," I grumbled the last part.

They both laughed then, forgetting their relationship woes.

"She's pretty laid back about most things," I said, shrugging. And then I snorted, smiling. "And she's got enough attitude to deal with everything else."

They both laughed. "Very true," Jazz said. "Very true."

~x~X~x~

The next morning, I got up and glanced quickly at the clock. 11:23

This was good. I only had a little while before I could call Bella. I wasn't going to call her any earlier than noon. You forget that I've seen Bella during the morning. Trust me when I say that she's not a morning person.

So I rolled out of bed and went to take a shower. I took my time considering the fact that if I rushed then I'd only be pacing the room until the clock hit noon.

I got out of the shower and got dressed. I rubbed a towel over my head to dry my hair. I glared at the the riotous mess that was my hair and attempted to flatten it. People, well, girls mostly, have told me that it looks good on me, like I had just rolled out of bed after being freshly fucked (yeah, people have said those exact words to me).

There were times when I actually got it to lay flat, rare as they be. But then I would totally forget about the hours that it took to get it to stay that way and run my freaking hands through it, completely fucking it up again.

So most of the time I don't even bother with it. I just rubbed the towel over it and I was done.

Unless my mother got a hold of me.

I shuddered at the thought. The last time my mom tried to get my hair to lay flat, my head had gained another pound in weight because of all of the hair gel that she had put in it and my head throbbed for an hour. I felt sorry for my dad. He lived with her all the time.

And why do I feel sorry for him?

Well, where exactly do you think I got this mess from? It definitely wasn't my mother. She may act like she didn't have a care in the world, but she always looked like one of those high class woman, perfectly coiffed wherever she went. It came naturally to her though. There wasn't a day that I could remember my mom looking less than perfect when I was growing up.

My dad, on the other hand... Well, people have told us that we could have been brothers. The only difference was that his hair was dark brown and his eyes were blue. I got my mom's coloring, but other than that, I was my dad's mini-me for the longest time, riotous hair and crooked smile and all.

Most of the time I didn't give a fuck about what I looked like. Hell, people should be happy that I even come out of my room with the proper articles of clothing on the right part of my body, much to my mother's chagrin and my father's amusement.

But I wanted to look good for Bella. I didn't even give a fuck that I sounded like a pussy right now.

But there was nothing I could do about the mess on top of my head at the moment. Maybe she's like it. I'd deal with later. I looked over at the clock again and saw that it said 11:58. I practically ran over to my nightstand to pick up my phone.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Pussy whipped. I get it.

As soon as the clock hit noon, I dialed Bella's number and waited for her to answer.

It rang for a few times before her sweet, but sleepy, voice filled my ear. "Hello?" she said groggily.

I chuckled softly. "Good afternoon, pretty girl," I said, laying back on my bed.

She groaned softly. "You're lucky you're cute," she grumbled into the phone.

I laughed. "You said not to call before noon, so I respected your wishes. But now it's..." I looked back over at the clock. "12:02, so you're fair game, baby."

She grumbled something incoherently on the other side of the phone. "You're really lucky you're cute," she said again. I just laughed again. "But since your here, I might as well keep you for a while."

"I'm good with that," I said. It was amazing that just the sound of her voice made my lips stretch into an unbelievably huge smile.

"Good. I wouldn't have let you go anyway," she said, the smile evident in her voice.

My face was hurting right now, my smile was so big. "You're saying that you would have kept me locked up?"

"Yep. Chained to a bed in the basement as my love slave," she deadpanned. I could hear her rolling her eyes.

I laughed loudly at that. "I'd be alright with the love slave thing. I'm not too sure about the chains though."

She giggled then. Ah, there's the laugh. I loved her laugh. It was so freaking adorable that I just wanted to pick her up and put her in my pocket and bring her home with me.

"So, I was wondering if maybe you were free this afternoon?" I asked her, my nervousness sneaking to the front of my mind again.

"Yeah, I'm free," she said. "Why?"

"I thought maybe we could go back to the clearing today and talk or something."

"I'd like that," she said, the smile evident in her voice. I smiled then too. Once again, she smiles, I smile.

"Great, um, when did you want to meet?" I asked.

"How about you give me about thirty minutes to get ready and then I'll meet you there, alright?" she suggested.

"Sounds good to me," I said, excitement slipping into my voice. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay," she giggled. "Bye, Edward."

"Bye, pretty girl," I said before hanging up.

Alright, dude. Deep breathes. Calm down. You were fine last night. You'll be fine now. Suck it up. And don't fuck this up. You actually like this girl, remember?

I took a deep breath before finding my Chucks and pulling them on. I grabbed my phone, iPod, wallet, and keys and threw them into my bag and walked out the door.

I headed over to the cafeteria and got in line. I grabbed a couple of bottled drinks (Dr. Pepper for her, Coke for me) and a couple of slices of pizza to go for us. Pepperoni for me (What? I'm a purist.) and cheese for Bella (she told me this during one of our earlier chats). And a couple of candy bars because, I mean, come on, who doesn't like candy?

I got a few odd looks from people as I was walking out the door with two of everything, but I ignored them and kept on walking. I made it look like I was heading back to the dorm, but ducked behind another building when no one was looking and made my way to the clearing.

I had just set everything down when I heard some rustling coming from behind me. I turned around and saw Bella standing at the edge of the clearing, looking just as beautiful and wild as ever. She was wearing short denim shorts and an old Beatles shirt. Her hair was down for once, something that I rarely saw. Her tousled waves fell around her face and shoulders, framing her face beautifully. The only make-up she wore was her normal black eyeliner that made her eyes stand out even more. Her Chucks were on her feet, as per usual.

I smiled brightly at her and she smiled back. I gestured for her to come closer and she moved quickly to my side.

Now that she was in front of me, I just couldn't control myself. I had to touch her, kiss her.

I gently wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her a little closer to me. I leaned down slowly and gently pressed my lips to hers. She sighed and kissed me back, smiling against my lips.

I pulled back slowly and smiled down at her. "Hi," I said softly.

"Hi," she giggled, her voice just as soft as mine.

Our quiet moment was soon interrupted by a rather loud growl that erupted from Bella's stomach. I chuckled softly. "I think someone's hungry."

She shrugged sheepishly. "Maybe just a little."

I laughed and sat down, pulling her down with me. "Good because I brought lunch." I turned around and grabbed the pizza boxes and drinks and her face instantly lit up.

"Oh my freaking God, you are my favorite person on the planet right now," she said excitedly as I offered her the box.

She took it and opened it and smiled. "You remembered," she said so softly that I almost didn't hear her. She looked up at me, a softer look in her eyes than I had ever seen before, and leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. "Thank you."

I looked at her, confused. I didn't understand why bringing her pizza was such a big deal. "You're welcome," I said. I leaned over a little and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. "Are you okay?" I asked her, concerned.

She nodded. "Yeah, it's just..." she trailed off, biting her lip hesitantly.

"It's okay, Bella. You can tell me anything," I told her, trying to soothe her.

She sighed. "It's just no one's ever done anything like this for me. Ever. No one even remembers that I'd rather be called Bella than Isabella, much less my favorite type of pizza."

And that was it. She was finally letting me in a little bit. Letting me into the past that she was so hesitant and resistant to talk about.

I leaned in and cupped her cheek softly, making her look up at me. Her eyes just looked sad. That wasn't an expression that I was used to seeing on my Bella, the girl that swung first and asked questions later and laughed as she did. And it was an expression that I was desperate to keep off her face.

"Well, I'd like to be the person to remember everything about you, even the little things. If you want me to be, that is?" I whispered to her.

Her cheeks flushed with excitement and a bright smile covered her face before she tackled me, knocking me over, and crashed her lips to mine. It took me a second to realize what was happening. When I finally caught up, I kissed her back, cupping the back on her neck and pulling her closer. She ran her fingers through my hair, tugging on it slightly. I groaned and my eyes nearly rolled back into my head when she did that. She's killing me here.

I pulled away, panting and smiling. "I'm going to take that as a 'yes'."

She smiled, seemingly pleased with this. She rolled off of me without another word and crawled back over to pick up her lunch and opening the box and digging in.

I chuckled and opened my own box and started eating.

She finished her pizza quickly before speaking again. "So..."

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "So... what?"

"How exactly are we going to do this?"

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"This," she said, gesturing between the two of us.

"Oh." This. Us. Bella and I. Edward and Bella. Bella and Edward. That has a nice ring to it.

Anyway...

I set my pizza down and scooted over so that I was sitting next to her. "Well, people are going to find out eventually, so I guess we'll have to tell them soon. If they find out on their own, it'll just be madness."

She nodded. "True." And then she snorted, a devious smile on her face. "I can't wait to see Tanya's face. It'll be priceless."

I chuckled along with her. "That it will be."

"But are we going to do until then?" she asked, calming herself again.

"Hmm," I said. I reached over and picked her up by the waist and set her down on my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist. My God, she's so light, so tiny, so perfect. She sighed softly and leaned back against my chest. "I wouldn't be opposed to keeping this quiet for a little while." I ducked my head down and kissed her neck softly. She shivered slightly at the contact. "I'd like at least a little bit of privacy with you." I nuzzled her neck with my nose. "If you're okay with that."

She turned around in my lap and looked me in the eye. Her eyes had darkened a little and I'm sure mine had as well. "Yeah, I'm okay with that," she said, her voice just a little huskier than normal.

"Good," I said before kissing her again.

She sighed into the kiss before pulling away. "Can we move up into the hammock? My ass is wet and I'm not very comfortable with that."

I chuckled and lifted her off of my lap. "Sure."

She smiled and helped pull me up and we moved over to the hammock. I climbed in first and then helped her climb in beside me, thankfully without flipping us both out of it.

Trust me, that hurts like a bitch.

When we were finally settled she was laying on her side, her head resting against my chest and her finger traced lazy circles on my chest. I had one arm wrapped around her waist. My other hand was running through her hair gently.

She sighed quietly, but didn't say anything. She closed her eyes and just laid there, looking at peace for the first time since I met her. I just watched her peaceful, angel-like face. My God, she was beautiful. I can't stay away from her. I didn't know how I was going to pretend that I didn't feel a thing for her while we were in school.

But I knew that I would have to for the sake of Bella's and my privacy. I wanted at least a couple weeks to keep her to myself.

We laid there for a little while longer, just enjoying each other's company. Then she sighed and propped her chin up against my chest and looked up at me. Her free hair came up to trace my face softly before her fingers started running through my hair gently. So good...

"I really love your hair," she hummed softly.

My nose scrunched a little. "Really?"

She giggled at my expression. "Yeah, it's..." she trailed off, trying to find the right word to describe the mess on top of my head.

"Let me guess. It looks like I've just been fucked," I deadpanned.

She snorted out a laugh and sat up a little. "Well, yes, but it's not just that. It gives you this... vibe that only you could give out. I mean, it completely contradicts everything else you do. You're perfect, you have to realize that."

"Bella, I'm not perfect. I'm the farthest thing from it actually," I protested.

She slapped my arm really freaking hard and I jumped. "Mother-fucking ow! What was that for?" I complained.

"I'm trying to compliment you, now hush," she commanded, wagging her finger at me.

"Fine, fine. So violent," I grumbled, rubbing my arm.

She snickered and rolled her eyes before continuing on. "And yes, you are perfect. You're gorgeous. You're freaking brilliant. You're athletic, captain of both the soccer and baseball teams. You're have the voice of an angel. You're student council president. And to top it all off, you're a really sweet guy that every girl would die to get their hands on."

I was about to open my mouth to say something, but she kept on going. "But what makes you even more irresistible is that you've got this underlying "bad boy" vibe going for you too. You walk around with you're hair all tousled and freshly-fucked like. And then you always look like you're up to something. I can see it in your eyes. And don't even get me started on your smile. Every time you smile, everything with girl parts in the immediate vicinity swoons. It's like your way of saying "yes, I am an angel and I will willingly fall straight from heaven into your bed." It's just not fair for one guy to have that much power over the female population of the world."

I blinked at her for a second. And the next thing I know, we're both on the ground and I'm laughing my ass off. I just couldn't help it. She cracked me up with her rambling.

And that was the most she had ever spoken at one time. When she had started channeling Alice on a sugar high was beyond me, but it was freaking hilarious nonetheless.

I finally got ahold of myself and looked up at her. She was sitting up and her arms were crossed over her chest, her eyebrow cocked at me. "Are you fucking finished?" she asked testily.

I chuckled a little more as I sat up and nodded. "Yes, I'm done."

She rolled her eyes at me. "For someone who's always asking for compliments, you're not very good at taking them," she pouted.

I snorted and pulled her to me, lifting her into my lap. "I'm sorry, baby. And thank you. But the way you see me is kind of ridiculous. I'm not this perfect angel that everyone's built me up to be."

She turned in my lap and gave me a look. "Be that as it may, you're pretty close to it. Well, I think so anyway," she said softly.

I pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck softly. "Baby, if I'm perfect, then it's because I'm perfect for you. And you're perfect for me."

She looked at me incredulously. "See, that right there just sealed the deal for me. You're perfect. Don't even try to deny it. No one says that kind of stuff unless they're perfect. And I'm definitely not perfect. That's you're department."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "You don't see yourself clearly, baby."

She scoffed and tried to turn her head away, but I turned her face back to mine with a finger. "Bella, you're brilliant and beautiful and sassy and you've got enough attitude for the both of us. You're kind of crazy and you have a few anger management problems, but I like you that way. And you've got a damn good right hook. Your language could make a sailor blush, but all of that just adds to your charm. You're different. And that's what makes you amazing. All of that just makes you even more perfect in my eyes."

Her cheeks flushed pink and she ducked her head. And here was a side of Bella that almost no one got to see. The shy, teenage girl. And it was probably the most adorable thing I had ever seen.

I lifted her up again and turned her towards me. I lifted her face to mine and looked into her eyes. "You're everything I could ever want in a girl and you come in a fuck awesome, kickass, ball-busting package." I dipped my face down and kissed the tip of her nose softly. "And I wouldn't have you any other way."

Bella smiled softly and nuzzled her face into my neck. "You're really freaking sweet, you know that," she whispered.

I sighed playfully. "It's why all the girls want me."

She giggled and slapped my chest softly. "And really freaking arrogant too."

"But you like me that way," I said against the top of her head.

She sighed against my neck. "I guess I do."

I chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple and wrapped my arms tighter around her waist. She let out the first contented sigh that I had ever heard slip from her lips and she settled against my chest, her face semi-buried into my neck, her arms wound around my waist.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

A/N: Aww, aren't they sweet? I think so. I hope you liked it. Review, please. They make me write a wee bit faster than normal.

Thanks, peeps. I'll try to update in a more timely manner, but you never know with real life going on.

Until next time,

Cat :)