The day Bella Swan moved in across the hall, my life changed. I fell in love with her. It didn't matter that she had a boyfriend that helped her move in or the fact that when we crossed paths in the hall, I couldn't even look her in the eye. I was in love.

One afternoon there was a knock at my door. It's her. Why is she knocking on my door? Should I answer it? Pretend I'm not here? I will answer it, but no… that's dumb; it's already taken me too long as it is… why am I such a weirdo? Once I gathered my courage, she was gone.

Thankfully she came back the following day. She caught me as I was leaving to go to work.

"Hey! Are you Edward Cullen?"

"Uh-yeah?" At that moment, I wasn't entirely sure.

"I have some of your mail. I stopped by yesterday, but I must have missed you." She smiles at me.

"I was home all afternoon." Why am I an idiot?

"Oh." Puzzled, she hands me my mail.

"Thanks," I mutter, staring at my shoes.

"Well, have a good day!" She says as she shuts her door.

That was three months ago, and I am happy to say we are friends. She is coming over tonight to eat Thai food and watch bad 80s horror movies. It has become our Friday night ritual.

Tonight's the night. I am going to tell her how I feel. Maybe not all of how I feel, but I like her, and I would want to take her out on a proper date. I'm gonna skip the I love you parts for now.

As the night wears on, I can't seem to work up the courage, and before I know it, she is telling me she is headed home. Something about an early morning: I offer to walk her back across the hall. She laughs and promises she will be fine.

I shut my door and slide down to the floor. Why am I such a coward?

A few days pass, and I decide to write her a letter. It could be romantic. She might think it's childish, but either way, she will know.

Bella,

I know this is strange getting a letter from me, but every time I try to say these things to you, I lose my nerve, so here it goes. I like you. I like everything about you. Seeing you is the highlight of my day and has been ever since you moved across the hall. I think about you all the time. The way your hair smells and how it would feel to kiss your lips. If you don't feel the same as I do, I understand. I would never want to lose our friendship. I will be home at eight tonight. Please come by either way.

-Edward

I taped it to her door and went to work. I was home at seven-thirty. Her door was shut. I sat and listened for any sign she was coming over. The letter was gone, but that didn't mean she was home now, or maybe she was avoiding me. The minutes crawled. Finally, at 8:03, there was a knock at the door. It was Bella.

"Hey," I answe the door awkwardly. I had spent all evening hoping she would come over, and now that she is here, I feel like it was all a dumb mistake.

"Hi." She responds. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, I-uh-I guess you want to talk about the letter."

"Edward, can you look me in the eye, please?" What is wrong with me? Look her in the eye. I raise my eyes to meet hers. She stares at me for a brief moment. "I like you too." With those words, her arms are wrapping around my neck, and she is pulling me down to kiss her lips. I groan involuntarily. All the nights, I laid awake thinking about kissing her pales in comparison to the real thing. I kiss her back. She slips her tongue in my mouth.

Somehow we end up on the living room floor. She is running her hands through my hair.

"Why did you wait so long to tell me how you feel?" She asks. Her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are flushed. I find myself distracted, just staring at her and wondering what else she has planned for tonight.

"I was afraid. I liked hanging out with you, and I thought if you didn't feel the same, you would stop coming over. Having you as a friend is better than nothing, you know?" Be honest, but not too honest.

"Oh, Edward." She sighed. A wicked smile on her face. She leaned over me and started kissing my neck and nibbling at my ear. She then moved to my mouth. Her tongue tangled with mine. Don't move too fast, don't screw this up. Take your queue from her. She broke the kiss. "Stop overthinking, OK? I want to be here with you. Turn your brain off." She drags her thumb across my bottom lip. I shake my head. I can do that. I close my eyes and run my hands through her long dark hair. I am completely overtaken by her.

I move my hand to her hip, then up her side. She moans and leans into my touch. Bolder, I run my fingers under the hem of her t-shirt. Her skin feels soft and hot against my hand. I want her so badly. The desire to touch her is intoxicating. "Is this alright?" I whisper in her ear as I kiss her neck.

"Yes," it comes out as a whimper.

I trace my hand around to her back, and in one motion, I unhook her bra. I may not be the smoothest guy, but I have a few tricks.

"Wow," She smirked. "I am impressed you have done that a time or two." She teased.

I shrug, smiling. "I've had a little practice." She leans back, and I pull her bra free of her t-shirt.

Fuck, her naked breasts are right there. Nothing separates me from them but a thin piece of fabric. I toss her bra away from us and pull her closer to me. I can feel her hot breath on my neck as I move my hand under her shirt and touch her. Her breasts are perfect and round and fit right in my hand. I massage them gently, running my thumb over her left nipple. It responds immediately to my touch. She moans against my mouth.

She takes her nails and runs them up and down my arm, causing goosebumps in their wake. I shiver at her touch. Then she takes my hand and places my fingers just below the waistband of her jeans.

"Unbutton them." She demands. Her voice drips with lust and need. My heart is pounding as I unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper down. I glance down and see she is wearing red lace panties. She catches me staring. I look away, embarrassed, and she takes my chin and pulls me back to meet her eyes. She barely touches her lips to mine. "Touch me." She begs.

I slide my hand into her panties. She lets out a breathy sigh. I move my fingers between her slick folds as she pushes her hips against my hand. I kiss her mouth and bite her lip. I push one finger inside her. She is so tight and hot. I circle her swollen clit with my thumb, and she arches her back at my touch. I add another finger, and she moans loudly. She is thrusting against my hand and muttering my name. She begs me not to stop. I whisper in her ear there is no fucking way I am going to stop until she comes everywhere.

"I. Am. So. Close," She is panting nonsense words, and I can feel her tighten around my fingers. I add one more finger and move my thumb faster and harder on her clit. "Oh, Edward. Fuck!" She screams as she comes. "Fuck." She says again under her breath.

I look up at her. She is so beautiful with her hair in tangles. Her cheeks flush with pleasure. Her eyes are closed, and she has the biggest grin on her face. She takes a deep breath and stretches. She opens her eyes, watching me through her lashes. "Your turn."

Bella sits up and lightly pushes my shoulder until I am flat on my back. She lays down beside me, resting her head on my left shoulder. She reaches behind her and pulls my arm around her. She runs her finger down my sternum and doesn't stop until she reaches the fly of my jeans. She starts rubbing my cock through my jeans. I gasp. I look at her, and she is biting her bottom lip.

"MMMMM." I can feel her chest vibrate against mine. She starts to unbutton the fly of my jeans. My cock takes a very little coaxing to spring free of my boxers. "Damn!" She says under her breath. I feel my cheeks grow hot. She cups her hand around my balls and rolls them between her fingers. She is teasing me. I close my eyes and swallow hard. It has been a long time since a girl has touched me.

"You like that?" She whispers. I can't even speak. I nod. "Good." She responds. She moves to my cock, stroking softly at first. Then she starts doing this fantastic thing with her thumb on the underside of the head. How does she know to do that? I didn't even know about that.

"Oh, God." I pant. When I come, it's over. I don't want her ever to stop touching me. Think about something else. Anything but Bella's hands on my body. She tightens her hand around my cock. Pumping and squeezing and that fucking thumb thing. I feel that familiar hot tingle. I know I'm close.

I feel her shift up. Her hot breath hits my ear as she murmurs, "Come for me, Edward." Three hot ropes of cum explode out of me. I swear I see stars behind my eyes.

We lay on the floor for the next hour, kissing and touching. I am just soaking her in. If this is the last time we are together, I want to remember every minute. The way her hand feels on my chest. The way her hair smells. Everything.

"Well, I need to go. I have to be up for work in a few hours." She kisses me before she stands up and goes to find her bra. "Walk me home?" She giggles.

"Of course. It could be dangerous." Stop making dumb jokes. She laughs, though.

We walk across the hall, and she unlocks her door. Before she goes inside, I touch her arm. "Bella, are we still on for Thai tomorrow night?" I ask hopefully.

She winks at me. "You bet, Thai for Friday dinner and waffles for Saturday breakfast!"