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Chapter 13 - Interruption

There is nothing in the world I can compare to the feel of Edward's kiss. The soft, sensual way his mouth molded against mine, slow and warm, sucking in my bottom lip and nibbling on the pink tissue, making my insides tingle.

His left hand held my face to his while his right slid down my neck, over my breast, and to the hem of my shirt, sliding up to run across my stomach. I moaned as his fingers made their way into my bra, tugging lightly at my peak, twisting it deftly between two fingers. I arched my back, pushing into his hand, and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling myself against him.

Oh, shit! The feel of him hard against me made my juices flow. I wanted him in me so badly. He groaned into my mouth and I lost all control. I shoved him against the back of the couch and crawled over him, feeling his length pressed against me in just the right spot. Ooooh… I needed to keep myself focused.

I sat back to gaze at him and his hungry eyes spoke to my body. With one look he made my insides liquefy. But, I didn't want to relinquish control. Button by button my fingers traveled up his shirt, exposing his beautiful flesh for my eyes to drink in. His hands were on my thighs, fingers digging into me as I traced his chest. Our breaths came hard as I shifted my hips, grinding into him, causing him to moan. His eyes moved to my heaving chest, my breasts concealed behind layers of material, so I reached for the hem of my blouse and pulled it up and over my head. He sucked in a deep breath as I reached back to unfasten my bra. Slowly, I slid it off, dropping it to the floor.

Edward gasped, as if he'd never seen me exposed before, and his hands were on me, pulling me so his lips could meet my mounts. Sucking roughly, like a hungry animal, he tugged and nibbled at each one, groaning against my skin. He shifted his hips, giving me the friction I so desperately needed and I moaned into his hair.

No sooner had the sensual sound escaped me, I was flipped onto my back, Edward between my legs, staring into my eyes as he reached down to unbutton my slacks. His hand slid under the material, smoothly finding my spot, his finger flicking lightly over my pleasure valley.

He gazed at me, watching as I arched my back, shifting my sex into his hand, gasping for breath. He slid one finger in, circling the walls inside of me while massaging my clit with his thumb. A tremor passed through my body as pure ecstasy raged from my core through my limbs. I groaned when he stopped, my pleasure button crying out to be pushed, but disappointment didn't linger. He raised his finger to his mouth and sucked on it.

"Mmmm…you taste so fucking good," he groaned, then reached down and pushed my slacks and lace panties down my legs with one hand. I kicked them off with my feet as he removed the rest of his clothing and leaned over me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"For what?"

He kissed his way from my chin to my ear. "For this morning," he breathed. "I should never rush being with you."

He sucked on my earlobe and I moaned, running my hands into his hair and fisting it. My already racing heart picked up pace as he slowly pushed his way into me.

"Oh, fuuuuck!" he groaned as he filled me.

Pleasure soared through my veins like an electric current, lighting up my insides as he pulled out and thrust into me again and again. My hands traveled down his back, my fingernails digging into him as I reached to squeeze his ass, and he pumped harder and faster into me, igniting me with each thrust.

I ran my hands up his back, dragging my nails against his skin and he hissed. My nails continued their course, running up and into his hair. His eyes met mine and he grinned, a wicked, sexy ass grin, before his mouth dove to meet mine.

Time seemed to cease for us as we made love on the office sofa, my sweaty back and ass stuck to the leather. But comfort was of no importance, because this beautiful man was in me, our bodies merging, and the thought of it ending was nearly painful. I shook away the thought and focused on his eyes, boring into mine between sensual kisses, his lips, traveling across my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

The end was near, I could feel it deep within, and I tried desperately to hold it at bay, wanting the moment to last a bit longer, but I felt his body tighten, his fingers digging into my hips, and he gasped for air.

"Cum with me, baby," Edward murmured, and I let go, feeling him fill me as my insides contracted around him.

He groaned softly and I cried out in pleasure, a bit louder than I should have. He stiffened, placing his hand over my mouth as a knock rapped at the door.

"Edward?"

The unlocked door opened and Edward jumped up, grabbing a folder from the desk and holding it in front of his erection. I rolled over, grabbing the first thing I could find to cover myself with…his shirt.

Alice's head was turned, speaking in an irritated tone to someone as she entered. "Just let me see if he's…" then she gasped, realizing what she'd walked in on and turned to shove a very stunned woman out of the office.

"Shit! Fuck!" Edward stepped up to the door and peeked out, speaking in hushed whispers to Alice through the opening.

He closed the door and leaned against it, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning in frustration.

I burst into laughter, rolling off the sofa and onto the floor.

"What's so funny?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

My giggles continued, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't stop laughing, especially at the sight of him standing against the door, holding the folder against his package.

He locked the door and tossed the folder on the floor, papers scattering everywhere as he made his way back to me.

The wild look in his eyes caught me by surprise. I sat up, letting the shirt I was covering myself with drop to the floor.

He stopped in front of me, my eyes level with his still solid erection. I swallowed hard and looked up at him as he stood over me, staring down with an intense look of amusement in his eyes. Reaching down, he grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet.

"I said…what's so funny?" he breathed as he licked my ear.

I moaned as his warm, wet tongue traveled down.

"Um…" I tried to respond. "Uh…"

He sucked on my neck and I felt my insides tingle once more. "I'll give you a reason to laugh," he whispered against my skin. Then his fingers were on my sides, running up my ribs, like a feather fluttering against my skin. I bit my lip, trying desperately to remain in control, until I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I burst into a fit of giggles as Edward tickled me, and I curled up into him, trying desperately to catch my breath.

"Ed…ward…I…" I gasped, "can't…breathe…" I continued gasping and laughing loudly until he stopped tickling me, pulling me into his chest.

The beating of his racing heart against my ear was the most significant sound I'd ever heard. It was like listening to my favorite song. His laughter combined with his heartbeat would forever be etched on my heart, and for an instant I recalled it as a feeling from my past.

I gasped, "Edward!"

He ran his fingers through my hair as I gazed up into his eyes. "Yes?"

"I…" I took a deep breath. "I remember something."

My heart melted in the magnificence of his smile. His eyes lit up. "What is it?"

I placed my hand on his chest. "Well, it's not exactly a memory. It's more like a feeling. Your heartbeat and…a song…they are connected, they make me feel..." I couldn't say the word, even though I had a feeling it was the exact emotion to describe what I felt, I just couldn't bring myself to say it.

He leaned his forehead against mine. "Our song."

"Our second song," I reminded him, "not the diner song."

He chuckled, "Yes, our second song."

"Why can I remember your heart being tied to a song, but not the song itself?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I wish I could explain it for you."

"Can you tell me the story?"

He grinned, "Sure," he ran his hands across my back, "but first we should get dressed."

"Oh…right. I guess storytelling would be easier if we weren't distracted by our lack of clothing."

"Well, I don't mind that distraction," he said, grabbing my bottom.

I giggled and twisted away from him. "Me neither, but I really want to focus on the story."

We dressed quickly, and just in time. As Edward leaned over to kiss me, another knock interrupted our moment.

"Well, at least we're decent," he murmured against my lips and grinned as he turned to answer the door. He seemed so happy, almost glowing in bliss, and the sight made my heart leap for joy.

Alice peeked in. "Are you ready?"

"Um…yeah, send her in."

Her? I was lost, so focused on him I'd forgotten there was a woman waiting to see Edward.

"Do you want me to…" I pointed toward my office, ready to excuse myself.

"No," he motioned with his hand toward the sofa, "sit."

I sat down, but my nerves woke up and decided to throw a party. My feet tapped against the floor and I twisted my fingers together as an uneasy feeling came over me. There is no way to explain how; I just knew something was wrong.

"Hello, Mr. Masen," the woman walked through the door and glanced at me quickly before extending her hand to Edward, "my name is Victoria Lefevre."

She was beautiful, pale white with fiery red curls hanging loosely around her thin face. Her green eyes were determined, her smile piercing, her figure one to be admired.

Edward shook her hand, "Ms. Lefevre, what can I do for you today?"

"Actually," she glanced at me once more, "I'm here to do something for you."

"Really," his brow furrowed and he rubbed his chin, "and what exactly is that?"

"Well," one more glance my way, and I was shifting nervously in my seat, "I'd prefer that we speak alone."

He chuckled darkly, "Ms. Lefevre…"

"Please, call me Victoria."

"Ms. Lefevre," he made it a point to show his irritation, "there is nothing you can say to me that can't be said in front of my girlfriend."

She huffed loudly. "It has to do with your parents."

His posture changed, his body folding into itself. He seemed to cringe away from her words as he sucked in several quick breaths. Blood drained from his face and he closed his eyes buckling over, covering his face with his hands. I was afraid he was going to panic again, so I jumped up and grabbed him, pulling his face up to mine. In his eyes I found true fear and anguish, and my heart twisted painfully within my chest.

"Edward?"

Having ceased his breathing, he took in a quick, rasping breath. "Bella," he managed through clenched teeth, "please leave."

"But…"

He grabbed my hands and pulled them from his face, holding them at my sides. "Leave," he growled.

I took a step back, understanding his command but unwilling to comply. I wanted to know what this woman had to say about his parents. Not wanting to upset him further, I turned and fled, marching my way to Alice's cubicle.

She was sitting on the edge of her desk, arms crossed, deep in thought.

"What the fuck is going on?" I snapped at her.

She looked up at me, eyes wide. "Bella, I'm so sorry. She didn't wait for me to call Edward; she just barged in here and made a bee line for his office. I tried to intercept her, hoping I could forewarn you, but…" she blushed, "I'm really sorry I interrupted you two."

"It's okay," I sighed, "we were already done anyway."

"Seriously?" she grinned widely.

"Yes," I rolled my eyes, "seriously."

She squealed and clapped her hands, and then she gasped. "Was it your first time?" She held up her hand to stop me from responding. "No. Don't tell me, I really shouldn't have asked."

I was about to open my mouth when she continued. "It wasn't was it?"

I didn't even say a word, I just raised an eyebrow and she went off in excited whispers. "Oh, I knew it wasn't your first time! I can just sense these things. I mean, the way you two are together…ugh! It's like, there's this aura around the two of you. You know? Like you were always meant to be!" She blushed once more and giggled, "So, how many times? Three? Four?"

She may have been right on both counts. If Edward and I weren't meant to be together, I wouldn't have found him and jumped into a relationship so quickly, and we had slept together three or four times…four if you counted the one before I lost my memory. Maybe there would be more… I smiled at my own musings.

I was about to respond when Edward's door flew open and he stormed out, his voice thundering through the office. "You're a fucking liar!"

The entire office went silent, astonished witnesses to Edward's fury.

"Wait!" Victoria yelled, charging after him. "You must understand."

He walked up to me and spun around to face her. Responding at full volume, he threw his arms in the air. "What is there to understand?" His hands balled up and he slammed one on Alice's desk. "FUCK! You just don't know when to quit do you? I told you dumbasses what happened. What, the fuck, are you doing digging up shit?"

"Mr. Masen, please…"

"NO!" He pointed at himself, jabbing his chest with his finger. "I was there…I was there!" He ran his hands into his hair, fisting it and pulling. "I'm not crazy. I know what I saw, so just leave it the fuck alone!"

"Please understand…" she reached out to touch his arm and he yanked it away from her.

His voice was rough, livid, but no longer at full volume. "I don't understand." He raised his hand to point at her face. "You think you're helping me?" He turned and looked at me. With a small grin he reached out and pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head. "You see this woman?"

Victoria's eyes glanced quickly at me then back to him.

"She is the only one who can." He pulled me around and dragged me with him toward the lobby. "Leave it the fuck alone," he called over his shoulder as we walked through the door and to the elevator.

The elevator doors closed and he pulled me against him. Leaning my head against his chest, I stared at our blurred reflection in the metal doors and took a deep breath. I wanted to ask what happened, but he was breathing heavily, still angry. Regardless of his mood, I desperately wanted to know what was going on.

"Are you going to explain what happened back there?"

His breathing stopped.

"Edward?" I looked up at him.

He glanced down at me and then away, his breathing resumed. "Eventually." Running his hands across my back, he sighed, "Yes…eventually."

Just knowing that he was going to explain things to me at some point was enough to satiate my curiosity...for a while.

We were silent as we made our way to Edward's car, and I fought the urge to speak as we drove off into the unknown. Well, unknown to me. I had no idea where he was taking me and he was still brooding, so I kept my mouth shut.

I recognized the direction we were headed after a few turns. He was taking me home. When we pulled up to my building, I finally spoke.

"What are we doing here?"

He got out of the car without a word and opened my door for me. I sat, staring up at him.

He huffed loudly. "We are going to go away for a while. You did say we were going on vacation, didn't you?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, you're going to need to pack."

I got out of the car, not looking at him as I headed for my apartment. I could feel him behind me, but he kept his distance.

In my apartment, I went straight to my closet and started throwing various items of clothing into a duffel bag, not really paying much attention to what I was packing. As I made my way toward the bathroom to pack other necessities, I noticed Edward sitting on my bed next to my nightstand staring down at something. His back was to me, so I wasn't sure what he was looking at.

I crept around the bed, not wanting to interrupt him, and found him holding the picture of us in one hand and my box in the other. Either he saw me in his peripheral or he sensed me, because he looked my way.

"May I?" he asked, holding up the box.

I wasn't sure how he'd react, but I nodded my head. There was no reason for me to keep it from him.

He pulled the lid off and peeked inside, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"It's your hair." I moved to sit next to him. "I took it off your brush when I'd stayed at your house." I looked at his profile, watching as his confusion evolved into amusement.

"My hair…" It wasn't a question. He put the picture and box down and reached into his pants to pull out his wallet. I watched as he opened it, my picture staring up at us. He pointed to it. "This was the first picture you gave me. You were fifteen, and god I was smitten." He flipped to the next two. "This one was our first date. You were just about to turn sixteen. As you can see it's from a photo booth. We'd gone to the carnival." He sighed, "When I asked you out, I couldn't believe you'd said yes." He pointed to the next one. "This was at your birthday party. Alice took a million pictures of us, said she just knew we'd be together forever. I was so mad at her, because I'd just asked you to be mine, and I thought she'd scare you away with all that together forever talk."

His hands started shaking and I reached my arm around him. With trembling fingers he flipped to the next two pictures. Pointing to the first one, he took in a deep breath before speaking. "This was a week before my seventeenth birthday. We were on the beach with a group from the home. I had a hard time containing myself at the sight of you in that bikini, and look at me…" He shook his head as if he felt he wasn't good enough to be standing next to me. It was insanity. I couldn't imagine myself being good enough for him.

I looked at the picture. He was so lanky, but beautiful beyond description. I couldn't understand what the fuck he saw in me. I was no beauty queen, but looking at the picture, we just seemed to fit together. Our bliss could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was…sincere and unadulterated.

He swallowed thickly and pointed to the last picture. "This was my birthday, just before we…" He ran his hand through his hair. "You hadn't told me you were leaving yet." I could see the distress in his eyes. Talking about this was bothering him more than I could fathom.

As I looked down at the picture, I could see the difference in my eyes compared to the other photos. His were joyful, unaware of the impending circumstances that would separate us, the same as every other picture, but mine were dull, sorrowful, already imagining my life away from him.

Anger and disgust bubbled up inside of me. He had so many memories, regardless of the positive or negative impact they had, they were stored away for him to pull out at any given moment. I had nothing.

"I can't remember a fucking thing," I grumbled.

Edward turned to me. "That's not necessarily a bad thing you know. We can build new memories together."

"It isn't the same."

He swallowed thickly. "I don't know what the fuck you see in me. I'm a prick, Bella. Though I want you to remember what we had…more than you know…I'm so afraid."

"Of what?"

He turned, facing me full on. "When you remember what we had, the way I was before…" He took in a quivering breath, gazing into my eyes. "I'm afraid you'll see what I've become and run away. I'm not the same person I once was." He reached up and stroked the side of my face. "But you…you may not remember who you were, but you are the very same woman I fell in love with, right down to the way you bite your lip when you're nervous."

I hadn't noticed I was biting my lip, in fact, I never really noticed biting my lip. I released it from between my teeth and blushed.

"How can you be so sure I'd leave you?" I asked, reaching up to touch the side of his face.

He closed his eyes briefly, sighing heavily. "I'm not."

Though I was afraid to fall completely for this beautiful man, to give my heart, I knew I could never consciously cause him pain. I vowed at that moment, as we gazed into each other's eyes, I would never leave him.

A long moment passed before he looked back down at his wallet. He flipped to the last two pictures. "This is a group picture at the home, and this…" He pointed to the last picture. "This is me and my mom." He stared at it for a minute before he reached under the photo and pulled out a small wad of hair. Holding it up, he whispered, "This is her hair. I saved it, to remember the color. Photos don't always do justice, and this picture may fade someday." He shoved it back behind her picture and flipped back to the first photo of me. Reaching into the sleeve, behind the picture, he pulled out another small wad of hair. "This is yours."

I remembered the day he took my hair - it was the same day I'd taken his.

He stared at it for a long moment before placing it back behind my picture and shoving his wallet back in his pants. He turned and kissed me lightly on my forehead.

"If you ever leave me," he whispered, "I…"

"Shhh…" I placed my finger over his lips. "Remember, I'm yours until you dump my sorry ass."

My favorite crooked grin appeared. "I'll never dump your sexy ass."

"Is that a guarantee, Mr. Masen?"

He leaned forward and whispered against my lips, "It's a promise, Miss Swan."

Then his lips moved slowly against mine, and I should have gotten lost in the moment, but something bothered me. As I looked past Edward, I focused my eyes on the side table and realized something was missing.

I gently pulled away from him. "Where's your manuscript?"

"What manuscript?"

I pointed to the table. "Your story was under the picture and box you were looking at. What did you do with it?"

He spun around to look at the table then quickly turned back to me, alarm in his eyes. "There was no manuscript."

A crashing sound came from my bathroom and both of our heads snapped toward the door.

Someone was in my apartment.