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I decided to venture into Charlie's room to look for a shirt. The cold wooden floor of his room felt forbidden and foreign. I had rarely ever been in Charlie's room before, I had been told not to.

I felt afraid to walk farther than beyond the entrance. I eyed the closet beyond Charlie's bed. The book had suggested I wear only something too big for and Charlie's clothes were way too big on me.

I finally got the courage to cross the room to the closet and did so as if I were walking on eggshells. The interior of Charlie's room was generally blank. The walls were plain white and the only furnishing in the room was his bed and a nightstand.

To my horror there was a small framed picture of my mother on the nightstand covered in dust. The actuality that Charlie had never fully got over my mother nagged at my conscience, and it made me feel sick. I continued to the open closet and began to shuffle through the arrangement of shirts that I'd never seen Charlie wear.

I came across one of his green flannel shirts that buttoned down, it was perfect. It was gently faded and was made of cotton. I took two seconds to make Charlie's closet the way it did when I walked in and returned to my room.

I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It read only 3:43; Edward would be back in an hour and fifteen minutes, plenty of time. My stomach growled and I realized I still hadn't eaten lunch.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and hurriedly punched out the appropriate amount of time on the microwave to heat up the spaghetti. I then replaced Charlie's set of utensils back to their places in the kitchen cabinets.

After the spaghetti was ready I spooned out a good sized amount and put it on my plate. I then wrapped the top of the spaghetti bowl with saran wrap, and placed the bowl inside the refrigerator.

I sat down at the table and began to shovel large portions of the noodles and sauce into my mouth. I did so with such speed I hardly tasted the sweet sauce. After finishing I decided I had time to kill so I washed the dishes I had dirtied and placed them in their appropriate cabinets.

I continued with brushing my teeth, not wanting to kiss Edward and be commented on my cooking. I decided to do some cleaning before Edward arrived so I put a load of laundry into the washer and straightened up the already pristine living room.

I tried to keep my mind occupied, but cleaning things was work for the hands; not for the mind. Cleaning kept my mind wondering to what I was planning to do tonight. If it worked then this would bring my relationship with Edward to a whole new place. If it didn't work then I didn't know what I'd do.

Would he leave me, having finally realized I was nothing compared to the stunning women of his own kind? Worse, what if this book was just bologna! Was I actually ready to trust the advice of an author who didn't believe in vampires themselves?

It made me dizzy thinking about these possibilities, but I never once thought to change my mind about the matter. This subject should have me afraid and nervous, but it didn't. Granted I was afraid about Edward's reaction, but I'd already thought about it and I was sure he wouldn't leave forever; or would he?

I decided to stop cleaning and returned to my room so I could call Edward. I was anxious to hear his voice. I pulled out the tiny silver cell phone I only used to call him with. I'd only used it once before.

I knew Edward didn't exactly like being bothered while he was hunting, but that didn't stop me as I speedily dialed his number. The phone only rang once before he answered.

"Bella, love is something wrong?" his angelic voice was saturated with worry.

"No, nothing's wrong at all. I was just wondering when you'd be back."

I heard the sudden relief in his voice as he spoke again.

"Oh, ok. I've missed you so much; I can't wait to be back. I've decided to come home early. I should be there in about ten minutes."

My heart skipped a beat, "Oh, ok. I can't wait to see you."

He laughed into the phone, "Goodbye love."

He then hung up. I started to hyperventilate, ten minutes!

I suddenly realized I was not ready for any of this. What a stupid idea this all was. I wasn't even ready for his arrival yet. Although through my doubts found myself bounding to the bathroom to start the hot water to full blast.

I found a lighter in my nightstand and lit the bedroom and bathroom candles, shutting the door behind me when I exited the bathroom in order for the steam to be kept in.

I returned to my room and undressed reducing myself to the green flannel shirt and my underwear. I was very pleased Charlie's shirt was long enough that it fit like a short dress, the hem of it just reaching the top of my knee.

While I hurriedly put my hair into a messy bun I glanced at the clock, I had called Edward at 4:00; it was now 4:07. I only had three minutes until Edward got back.

While running through the steps the book had listed, I began to straighten the blankets on my bed.

After smoothing out the comforter I found the book. I definitely couldn't have Edward find it. I quickly pushed it between my mattresses, hoping he wouldn't find it. Now I was shaking form anxiety from what I was about to do. It simply went against most of my beliefs, but I wanted it.

The feeling was wonderful; yet it frightened me. I sat on my bed, trembling when I heard the front door downstairs open and close. I then heard a light knock on my door as Edward entered.

"Hello love." He said in a sing song voice as he crossed the room to hug me. My whole being brightened when I saw Edward, my terrified frown turned into a wide smile.

I stood so I could get to him faster, eager to touch him. I snaked my arms around his stomach and pulled him towards me as his arms wound around my shoulders. I leaned into Edward's and breathed deeply, his scent calming me for a first.

Today he was wearing ragged jeans and a black t-shirt that clung to his well sculpted chest. He tended to not dress as he usually would when he went hunting, preferring not to dirty his good clothes. Although to me, these were his good clothes.

He was dripping wet since he was outside all day, adding to the chilliness of his marble skin. I looked up into his perfect face; his hair was spiky and dripping. He laughed when I made a face when a few drops of rain from his hair fell in my face. I laughed along with him.

"I missed you." I said.

He whipped the few drops from my forehead and left al light kiss in their place.

"And I missed you." He responded.

I smiled and turned to sit on my bed, he followed. I made sure to sit on the spot where my book was hidden; just in case he noticed a difference in the thickness of the mattresses. Nothing escaped this man.

Edward took my hands in his and gently kissed them, sending chills down my spine.

"What did you do today?" he asked casually.

This made me begin sweating; I would have to lie to him sooner or later about the book. I was a terrible liar.

"I went to the library." I said shakily.

"Did you find anything you liked?" he continued.

I tried not to meet his eyes as I answered, "Nn no." I answered, biting my lip instantly. I took a quick glance into Edward's eyes, they reflected worry. He put his left hand p to my right cheek and held my gaze.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

I was relieved; I thought he was going to ask me why I was lying to him.

"No." I said, smiling.

Edward instantly went back to his usual cheerful self and kissed my forehead again.

"Good, I thought since you were stuttering maybe you were cold."

I smiled at him and stood, suddenly remembering my shower. The steps the book had given were rapidly running through my mind, making me intensely nervous.

"I'm going to take a shower." I said with my back to Edward. It was much easier to talk to him this way.

"I'll be here." I heard him say as I reached the door.

I turned to find the god that he was stretched out on my bed, his arms behind his head. I attempted to bat my eyes,

"I'll be right back." I said in my best seductive voice as I let the right shoulder of the large green shirt gently sag, exposing my right shoulder. I looked back once more to see a stunned Adonis of a man on my bed. I quickly escaped out the door towards the bathroom.

When I had tried to talk seductively to Edward his facial expression had changed from humor to his unreadable expression. I didn't know if I should be happy or not about that.

My feet dragged across the cold wooden floor, I was thinking if I should give up this charade now and save myself a heap of trouble. I reached the bathroom door and sighed, I might as well follow through with what I started.

I suddenly remembered what the book had told me to do.

"Edward." I shouted.

"Yes Bella."

I wasn't surprised to find him right next to me in a mille second.

"I forgot my towel in my room, would you mind getting it for me?" I asked innocently.

"Of course." he answered, slowly walking back into my bedroom.

I quickly burst into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I quickly tore my few clothing articles off before Edward could get back. The warm steam around me felt relaxing and mind numbing.

My actions slowed as I stepped into the warm world of the flowing shower water. I tenderly moved my head into the spray of hot water.

Almost instantly I heard a soft knock on the door and Edward's voice.

"Bella?" he said through the door.

"Come in." I said, I didn't need to talk louder than that. I was sure he could hear me. My heart began to beat faster and faster, my stomach did flips, and my throat closed.

I then heard the bathroom door open.

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