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Bella POV

Three things took me by surprise that morning.

First, it occurred to me as I opened my eyes to a dim light shining into the room that I had actually fallen asleep, no matter how much I thought it was impossible.

Second, I realized with a knowing satisfaction that I had, in fact moved closer to Edward during the night. So close that my legs had the ability to wrap around Edward's, which they were close enough to doing. My fingers stretched out then curled back in, touching something smooth underneath my hand the entire time. I realized as I opened my right eye an inch that it was Edward's arm, smooth, cool, and pale wrapped around my waist.

Which led me to surprise number three.

He was awake.

My head snapped back down quickly after my eyes met his before he even had a chance to see me blush.

I moved to pull away from him, but his arm tightened around me, like he usually did. But this time was much different and more astonishing from the mere fact that he was not doing this unconsciously.

"You don't have to get up; it is raining quite hard outside." His voice was laced with vigor, like he had been awake for a while. I briefly wondered what time of day it was while my eyes trailed up the wall to the window where it was indeed down pouring.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward smirking and I looked up at him, which was a mistake to begin with.

His green eyes were smoldering as he watched me, his bronze hair even more disheveled than usual and falling into his face. He was still shirtless, half of his chest exposed from beneath the blanket.

My arm, I realized with a sense of rapture was calmly resting on his torso. Goosebumps rose as I became hyper-aware of the smoothness of his skin.

I stretched my legs out, yawning. I figured I had better make the best of the situation since it was most likely one of the only times I would find myself in Edward's willing embrace.

My arms stretched over my head, my fingers extending until I felt something soft brush against them. They curled around the soft mess, eliciting a chuckle from Edward. The sound was both deep, and to be honest, downright sexy.

I smiled, humiliated and ducked my head down muttering an apology.

No matter what situation I was in, I also found a way to ruin it, embarrassing myself in the process.

He sighed, seemingly exasperated and looked down at me.

"Why do you feel the need to apologize for everything you do?" his voice was reprimanding, but his eyes were teasing. I smiled and impulsively began to apologize again but stopped myself, slapping my hand over my mouth.

He smiled that crooked grin as I pulled my hand away, automatically chewing on my bottom lip as I watched his.

"Bella…" his thumb came up to my bottom lip effectively pulling it away from the obtrusive teeth. My mouth fell limp as his eyes became momentarily unfocused, his thumb slowly descending across my lip down to my chin.

He bit his own lip before coming out of his trance and cleared his throat uneasily. I could still feel the sensation of his smooth skin on my lip even after his thumb had fallen way, my head in a cloudy haze.

"You shouldn't bite your lip so often. Eventually you will bite right through…" he trailed off, his eyes glancing towards the window in an inept state.

I smiled, ignoring the desire to touch my lip where his thumb had been and rolled over away from him.

I figured it would be the best decision for both of us in this unlikely situation.

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The rain showed promise as it continued to lighten throughout the day until it came to a stop midevening.

I had been reading a book, mildly interested in the plot when I happened to look out the window.

I smiled at the sight outside. The clouds were finally moving away, sun shining through. The only thing that could have made that moment any better, I had thought to myself, would be if a rainbow had appeared. Or Edward.

I smirked now at the memory of the intrusive thought.

I had been thinking a lot about Edward these past few days. Especially today after our encounter this morning. He was so hard to read. One minute he was nice, and I would actually start to believe he was beginning to like me, but then the next he was a cold stone again bent on making my life a mystifying abode.

I was certain my feelings for him were conclusive, and no matter how I tried to tell myself otherwise, the truth always stuck in the back of my head.

A quick rasp at the door disturbed me from my thoughts and I looked out towards the kitchen where Edward supposedly was, then got up to open the door.

It was a young man, younger than I but not by much. He was looking down at the ground waiting for the door to open. When it did, his head snapped up and his eyes trailed down my body.

I would have blushed if it had not been for the growing sensation of irritation at the way he was looking at me.

"Hello," his voice was deep and suggestive; something I'm sure he thought was a turn on but was quite the opposite.

His eyes, raking back up my body widened – almost as if by fear – and he quickly shoved his hand into the small sack he was carrying across his shoulder.

I was confused at his sudden change of emotion. Surely I wasn't that menacing. I turned around instinctively and saw Edward standing there, his arm propped up against the wall as he seemingly glared daggers at the boy.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized Edward's eyes were an enticing shade of dark green – the darkest I had yet seen. They were almost black. His jaw was hard and tense and I fought the urge to run a finger along the smooth line of the bone.

My brow knitted together with confusion of Edward's reaction until I realized with a start that he was, for some reason upset with this boy looking at me.

Was Edward jealous?!

My head spun as the thought and evidence raced through my mind. I couldn't understand why he would be jealous of some… kid looking at me. Surely my assumption was wrong.

I blew it off as a mistaken conjecture and watched as the mail-man handed a letter over the threshold to Edward.

No one said anything, and Edward stood there, glaring at the mail-man while he glared right back.

I would have found it entertaining had I not been so terrified of a possible fist fight ensuing, so I turned and pushed on Edward's chest to get him to turn away.

As soon as my palms touched his chest an electric shock coursed through my hands and I pulled them back quickly, sucking in a swift breath.

Edward's mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide revealing that he had felt the jolt as well. His emerald gaze held my brown one, and his hand moved slowly up to cup my cheek.

I wasn't sure whether it was intentional or subconscious but at the moment I didn't care.

His thumb rubbed slowly across my cheek and his gaze flickered down to my lips, licking his own temptingly.

A small sound of a throat clearing seemed to bring us both back to the present and I tried to ignore it.

It seemed as too much of a distraction for Edward though as he looked towards the door, then back at my lips. He sighed heavily and let his hand drop from its original caress. My eyes fell shut against frustrated tears as the mail-man informed Edward of the coins we owed him.

The door shut and Edward turned back. I opened my eyes, glad that I had successfully kept the tears back – for now. He looked at me quickly and I noticed a change in his eyes. Where they were glowing a resplendent emerald a few seconds ago, they were now a dull green. My stomach dropped as I realized what it meant.

We had just lost our chance.

This chapter was a bit longer for you guys because I had a snow day today (whoo!) even though there is barely even an inch on the ground out here d: Oh well, their mistake is mine (and your) gain!!!

And don't worry all of you people striving on the inch of hope that Edward and Bella will get their lost chance back… they most certainly will or else there would be no point in me writing this story!!