My senses came to life, all but my eyes- I let them rest while the others took charge. The smell of warmth and pure boy evaded and awakened my nostrils, while I lead my fingertips over the cotton material that I was also feeling under my cheek. And when I finally allowed my eyes to open, they were greeted by the same emerald green orbs that I had dreamt of.

He was laying on top of the bed, uncovered, sort of propped up; while I was laying my face on his chest with my arm sprawled across his stomach.

I was immediately embarrassed, remembering what he had said last night ( what I wasn't supposed to have heard) and the fact that I was noticeably drooling on his shirt. I whipped my body upright and turned my back to him, ran a hand through my hair, and wiped my mouth.

I felt a finger run down my spine and I shivered, but didn't make any additional response.

"This drool on my shirt is so hot" He said sarcastically, trying to make light of the past days events. I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him. He was almost so hansom it hurt, he had his hands behind his head and his biceps were flexed. I almost melted.

"Shut up" I said jokingly

"You love me" He smiled and laughed.

"You're not my type" I said matter-of-factly before hoping out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

"But, I can make you sway" I heard him mumble right before I shut the door behind myself.

I was sitting in Rose's room – bright red with white detailing- fumbling with the different incents and stress balls on her dresser while she was searching for a white romper that Alice suggested would look stunning on me for some hospital benefit we were attending this afternoon.

When everything went as per usual at breakfast that morning I assumed that they were all going to pretend that yesterday happened , which I was grateful for. I didn't want them to tread lightly around me, like I was a porcelain doll, delicate and ready to break down at any upset.

I snapped out of my train of thoughts when white cloth was flung at my head.

"found it!" The leggy blond hollered.

"Why is it that I just can't wear jeans and a tee shirt- it's at the beach right?" I questioned

"What are you talking about, that outfit was made for the beach!" Alice protested as she danced into Rose's room.

I grumbled but agreed. I wasn't going to go against what the fashionistas were saying, they were experts for all I knew.

I was currently wearing my preferred black sweatshirt and a pair of jean shorts.

My iphone buzzed in my pocket.

"Hello" I answered with Alice and Rose giving me curious looks.

"Hey" the velvet voice breathed.

"How did you get my number?" I asked skeptically with a smirk on my face.

"I have my sources" I could hear the slyness oozing from his voice.

"Where are you anyway" I asked

"In Carlisle's study, and you?"

"Upstairs" I said adding an air of mystery.

"Want to go get some lunch with me?" He spoke. My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't say anything for what seemed like hours. "Bella?" he caught my attention, and I composed myself.

"Are you asking me on a date?" I asked nonchalantly.

"let's not go so far now Swan" and I could picture the smirk on his face.

"You love me" I repeated what he had said earlier.

"You're not my type" He laughed

"But I can make you sway" I said more seriously- letting him know I heard what he had said.

I blushed as Alice and Rose giggled, clearly being able to hear him on the phone.

"Pick me up in five?" I broke another silence.

"Sure thing" He laughed and hung up.

Before the two girls could assault me with questions I took the romper and ran to my room to put it away.

There was a quick knock at the door.

"Hey," I opened my door "You're early"

"I just couldn't wait" He winked at me, which of course caused me to blush.

He opened the car door for me, a perfect gentlemen, and as we passed my old red truck a silence settled over us.

He put some soft music on and took my hand in my lap, rubbing small circles on my palm.

"I can read palms you know;" He said quietly.

"really?" I mused.

"I can read yours right now if you want?" he offered.

"I think it'd be safest if you kept your eyes on the road" I suggested.

"It might be,"

The without taking an eye off the wind shield he turned my palm faced upward and started feeling it with his own hand slowly.

"Hmmmm, interesting…" He thought aloud.

"what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, smiling, wondering what was going to come next.

"I can't read it." He said.

"and why is that? I asked curiously.

"I don't really know…" He seemed disgruntled, like he was actually upset that he couldn't read my palm; and I thought he was just joking.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't have been impressed if you read it anyway." I said, then regretted it because it sounded a little cold.

"Why- do you always date palm readers?" He asked, his eyebrows cocked.

"So, you do consider this a date then?" I smirked knowing I had won this battle of the wits.

"Fine, fine you caught me." He admitted.

How easy our banter was amazed me. At school I barley had any friends (I liked to keep to myself) not to mention any friends that I actually made an effort to talk to.

We arrived at the restaurant when I realized it wasn't much of a restaurant more like a diner times one thousand. It was all booths lined with red patent leather fabric and white tables, and of course a counter with the red patent leather stools, and women on roller skates were flying everywhere. It was called Ruby's .

We took a seat at the counter and turned our bodies towards each other I spun a three sixty turn in my chair watching the red and white swoosh around me until Edward put his hands on my knees to steady me.

I put my hands on top of his.

"This is a good day, better than the others" I smiled.

He traced a finger lightly over my stitched up eyelid. "It looks better than yesterday too, but on the upside it kind of makes you look like a bad ass." He smiled back at me.

I ordered a peanut butter banana sandwich with popcorn, and Edward got a milkshake, burger and fries.

Once the food got to us, Edward dunked a fry in the milkshake.

I scrunched my nose in disgust.

"what?" He turned to me again, looking as innocent as a puppy.

"That's gross!" I said loudly, then covered my mouth with my hand.

"No it's not- haven't you ever tried it?" He removed my hand from my mouth before feeding me a vanilla milkshake covered French fry.

To my surprise, it was delicious. We shared milkshake fries from then on.

"I've never opened up so much in my life" he went on "Even at this very moment, I actually don't know what has gotten into me" He ran a hand through his bronze mane.

I took a sip of my soda and looked up at him from under my eyelashes. He smiled at me.

We returned at the house and Alice and Rosalie were in my face about details from the "date" and screaming about how my hair and makeup.

I told them almost nothing about the date, I wasn't one to kiss and tell- but unfortunately we hadn't even kissed.

According to Alice the rules were that I wasn't allowed to see myself until they were finished with me. I was told to get dressed first, then they sat me in a chair and attacks my hair and face with different products irons and curlers. I was probes with eye pencil, mascara brushes, and lipstick tubes before I was able to look at myself, and when I did I didn't even recognize that girl in the mirror.

I had to listen to my voice just to make sure it was me who I was looking at. My eyes were lined dark and my lips were red, the stitches looked much less noticeable and my hair was wavy and shinier than I had ever seen it.

"you look perfect" Alice and rose marveled at their masterpiece.

We arrived at the beachfront gala; the Cullens and I. It was held under one of those humongous white tents. It was some kind of staff appreciation party that all the hospital staff and their families were invited to.

We sat at a long table with families that Carlisle was friendly with.

It must have been an hour or so that we sat and ate and people started making speeches. I saw Edward glancing at me from the corner of my eye. I looked at him.

He raised an eyebrow and I could see the mischief in his eyes. Carlisle must have noticed this too because he gave us both knowing looks that said "If you do something stupid to embarrass me, I'll be upset."

Once Carlisle turned his attention to whoever was making a speech at the podium, Edward exuberantly rolled his eyes and I couldn't help but quietly giggle.

He flicked his head toward an opening in the tent that lead to the beach. I stared at the opening for a while, contemplating what my next move would be. Then, I nodded.

"excuse me." I whispered politely to the table and as I circled around the table to that little opening I trailed my fingers along Edward's shoulder blades. I held the curtain open for myself and walked forward, kick my shoes off before I stepped onto the grassy path that lead to the beach.

I heard Edward footsteps, running after me. To my surprise, he took my hand once he caught up with me, but as much as I wanted it to be- it wasn't the romantic kind of holding hands where if he were to let go I would die, it was comfortable and reassuring, like puzzle pieces fitting together.

We reached the point where the sand was just turning t a darker shade and getting moist and firm, then we sat. I held my knees to my chest and Edward sat in front of me, leaning back and using my shins as a support system.

I let my fingers roam in his hair a little bit and he let out a sort of purring sound. After a long while, the sun was just about under the horizon I asked "How did your Mother die?"

"In her sleep, she was sick and she took these insane amounts of different pills a day to keep her healthy and functioning; and one day she just didn't wake up. We found her pill jars next to a bottle of whiskey though, and the autopsy showed that she mixed her pills with alcohol." He went on as he starred into the night "She was the only person that knew me better than I knew myself. She was beautiful and such a wonderful mother, she really was the light of my life and it killed me when she died" he paused and noticed that I was crying before I did.

He put his palm on my cheek and used his thumb to wipe up the silent tears streaming down my cheek.

"I-I'm sorry" I choked out.

"Me too" He whispered as he pulled me in between his legs so my back was resting on his chest. He kept a tight hold on me, like a shell protecting me. We must have laid there for the rest of the dinner, I was in pure bliss looking at the stars on the beach, in his arms.

His phone buzzed and I jolted up, startled by the noise.

"It's just Carlisle, we should go back"

I started to get up and Edward took my hand. We stood there for and endless amount of time, just standing looking at each other. I realized how much tall he was, not too tall though, I was just about at his shoulder. And in the dark his profile was amazing.

He took a light hold of my upper arm and slid his fingers until he was gripping my wrists. I twisted my hands up and interlocked our fingers, pulling our bodies closer together. I stood on my tip toes and I could feel his breath on my face, cool sweet mint, and I shivered. I could hear his breath hitch as I inched closer and closer to his face, where my eyes had been set on his lips, and right before I hit my target, we were interrupted and I was toppling to the ground and being surrounded by bellowing laughter.

"Emmett!" I yelped.

"Mission accomplished, the fugitive has been caught" He hollered as he picked me up and put me over his shoulder, carrying me to the car. "Come on lover-boy- time to go home." He yelled out to Edward.

We arrived back at the Cullen's enormous white mansion and we all headed up to our rooms.

As soon as I threw my things onto my bed I skidded to the connecting door to Edward's room, and as I was about to get my kiss the door shot open and for a split second we looked at each other wide-eyed before plunging in for the kiss.

Our lips touched and it was as if someone finally flipped the switch and my grief disappeared, the thought of Charlie was no longer haunting the back of my mind.

I let myself melt into him, his soft lips and the copper toned hair. I let my hand roam from the nape of his neck to the line of his jaw. And I felt his hands up and down my back and in my hair. The kiss was hard and meaningful, like we were trying to get a point across to each other.

We finally pulled away and all I could say was "I thought you said I wasn't your type?"

"But you made me sway" he smiled down at me with his arms wrapped around my waist.

So I'm pretty proud, two chapters in one week.

Hope you enjoyed. Keep reading.