"Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one."
-John Keats

We drove up to his house. Every bone in my body told me this wasn't right. What the hell was I doing? I shouldn't be at the Cullen home. Then I glanced at Edward and my doubts sorta faded away. He had a way of doing that to me.

He opened the door and came around my side to open it for me. I walked out and braced myself for the view. The house was…well it was huge. It seemed way too big for it to be here in Forks. I felt nervous.

He pulled me along and opened the door. I was led into a large foyer that showed stairs going up. Everything was so open and beautiful.

"Who plays the piano?" I asked as I caught the view. He laughed and his hand went to scratch the back of his neck.

"I do," he admitted sheepishly. I smiled brightly.

"I never knew that," I said and he walked toward it dragging me by the hand all the while.

He sat and made me sit right next to him.

"Any favorites?" he asked and I thought it over.

"Not really, no," I said thinking over my short list of classical music. He laughed and began to play a tone I recognized all too well. The familiar chills crept over me.

"Moonlight?" I asked and he shrugged and watched him play. The large windows illuminated the house so it wasn't too dark and watching him play was absolutely beautiful. I listened for a while and then I stood. His playing never faltered. I walked toward the large window.

What was I doing here?

The music stopped and I twirled to find Edward making his way toward me. He lifted his mouth in a crooked grin and before I could speak his lips were on mine. His lips molded with mine and I felt his tongue peak out asking for permission. I opened my mouth and threaded my fingers into his hair pulling him closer. He moaned softly and I smiled as he pulled away. Our breathing was off.

He rested his forehead on mine. I stared into his dark eyes and I couldn't believe how much I loved him. This was really real. It wasn't some streak of rebellion like Jasper thought it was. I truly loved Edward Cullen. I could feel it. The way my heart beat a little harder every time he looked at me. The way it stopped when he kissed me. The reason I let this go on for so long.

How could this be any more difficult?

"Want a tour?" he asked and I smiled.

"Sure," I answered hoping it would let me rest from my thoughts. He entwined his fingers with mine and we began walking through the house. He showed me the first floor. Which consisted of a living room, family room, dining room, two bathrooms, a guest room, and a veranda where many potted flowers were kept. Esme's true hobby was gardening.

He would stop at something sometimes and give a back story. Like the shelf where he had a few trophies. A few were his and Alice's but most were Emmett's. Alice had some for dance, he had some for track, and Emmett I realized was into all types of sports.

He took me upstairs. It was just a long hallway with many doors. They consisted of Alice's room, Emmett's room, his parent's room, a bathroom, a game room, and Carlisle's office. The door at the very end of the hall way led to another set of stairs.

These stairs led to his bedroom.

"Wow," I whispered because his bedroom was pretty much the size of two of my bedrooms. There was an expensive looking stereo system pushed against one wall. A large bed was pushed against the opposite wall and a black leather couch leaned against the corner. There were two doors that I suspected were his closet and well, I wasn't sure.

But what got me the most were the two French doors that led all the moonlight in.

"It's one of my better hideouts. Emmett has his game room, Esme has the veranda, Carlisle's got his office and Alice usually doesn't need one, but like me she uses her bedroom," he explained and walked over to the sofa. He snatched a remote off the stereo and pressed a button. Immediately music began to play softly.

I walked over and glanced at his list of CD's. I was surprised to find that we liked similar bands and artist.

"Paramore?" I asked with a small smile. He shrugged.

"It's actually Alice's. She lent it to me," he explained and I nodded as I scanned the rest.

I walked over to the French doors passing him as I did so. He stuck out his foot and lightly tapped my ankle. I stuck my tongue out and opened the doors. A cold breeze hit my bare shoulders, but it smelled like water and grass. The doors led out to a small balcony.

"What made you so special that you got the best room in the house?" I asked walking over to sit next to him.

"I'm the favorite," he said simply and I stared at him incredulously. He laughed at the look at my face.

"I'm kidding. It used to be just an attic. But with a little convincing and a lot of hard work I got them to agree to fix it up for me. The things you could do when you're ten and have the cutest face around," he said with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes and pushed his shoulder gently.

"Wow," I whispered a little astonished. He laughed and began to nuzzle my neck. I could feel light pecks trail down from my jaw toward my shoulder. I giggled and his hands went around my waist to bring me closer to him. He caught my lips in his and I wanted to give in. I wanted to stop worrying and just be with him. Just let the night pass like it should, but being me I couldn't. Before the kiss could get heated I pushed him gently and stood from the couch. He looked a bit confused but I didn't dwell. I walked to the other side of the room and stared at a photo.

Alice was on Emmett's shoulders and Edward was at their side. They looked to be a few years younger than they were now. I smiled and then felt two hands at my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder.

"We were in Chicago. On vacation, that was at Navy Pier," he said and I nodded.

"You look so happy," I commented and he laughed.

"Wouldn't you be?" he asked and I laughed too.

"Yeah I guess I would be. Did you have fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was just us. No nannies or cooks. Esme cooked and we acted like a real family. That was nice," he said and his voice became a bit hazy. I felt bad for him. He hadn't experienced the things I had. I turned around in his arms and kissed him. I threw my arms around his neck to bring him closer. He hands dug into my hips. He pushed me backward until I was in contact with the wall. He broke free from my lips and trailed them down my neck once again. He stopped to pay special attention the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

I threaded my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

I opened my eyes and found myself glancing at the picture of his family.

I felt tears prickle at my eyes. We would never settle their feuds. Not unless we both killed ourselves and we weren't living in the 1500's. Would he really want to run away from his family to be with me? Could I runaway from mine? What if they never approved of us? Was I doomed to never see my father again? Never cook with my mom or have girl talks with Rosie?

"We shouldn't do this," I whispered and he pulled away slightly.

He stared me down with his glittering eyes and I couldn't help gasp a bit. He was absolutely stunning in the pale light. He smiled wickedly.

"All the more reason we should," he breathed so quietly I wasn't sure I heard. He gave me his crooked smile and I felt my stomach tighten. That was my smile. If I ended this would it belong to another girl?

He bent down to kiss me again, but I couldn't do it. I turned and he pecked my cheek. This was wrong. All of this was wrong. I thought I could do it. I thought I could forget but I can't. I can't forget myself. I can't forget who I am and who he is and how this would never work!

"No! It's not! We can't!" I said angrily and pushed him. He stumbled a bit at the unexpected movement and I squirmed out of his way and onto the small balcony. A breeze fluttered by and took his scent away from me. That was for the best. I could never think right when he was around. When he was in my thoughts.

Which was all the god damn time!

I leaned against the railing and buried my head in my hands.

What was I supposed to do now? I felt like crying. How did I let things get so messed up?

I thought I could run away from my family. I thought I could forget about them, but I can't. Edward would give anything to have what I had, how could I walk away from that? How could I forget about him? How could I pretend I didn't care for him?

Sure I could go off and marry someone my parents liked, like Jake, but I would never truly be happy.

This all seemed so much for me to handle. I was seventeen for Christ sakes. I heard his footsteps behind me but didn't bother to lift my head.

"I know this is…more confusing than anyone would expect, but Bella you have to understand, if I could stop. If I could know what the right choice was… I would do it," he whispered and I knew he would. He would do it in a heartbeat.

I lifted my head from my hands and stared at him.

"Will this ever be right? Why do we even bother? This is torture! Surely we can't go anywhere. We can't—" but I didn't finish the sentence because he had dipped his head and kissed me. It was slow and sweet and reminded me of our first kiss. When he pulled away I was smiling. I turned my body to face him and he stepped closer and rested his head against mine.

Slowly he raised a hand and wiped a tear away from my cheek. I didn't know I had been crying. I felt my cheek heat.

"Don't…Don't say things like that, Bella. I know what we have is the farthest thing from perfect and we probably hurt more from it than enjoy it, but I couldn't imagine life another way. I couldn't imagine me without you and to hear that you could…it kills me," he whispered and instantly I regretted bring it up.

He just didn't know that I felt the same way. I knew that he thought I could be happy with Jake, but that wasn't true. It would never be true.

"That's the problem! I can't and it scares me. Dammit Edward for the first time, I don't know what to do. I'm so confused," I admitted and he let a breath out as he took a step back and leaned his back against the railing.

He let his head drop back and looked up.

"You ever think that this is the way it's supposed to be? That it was fate's way of saying it just has to end?" he asked and brought his eyes down to meet mine.

Fate, was this all Fate's doing?

The real question was if Fate was doing this as punishment or reward.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean…" he trailed off and turned back to face me. He grabbed my waist and brought me closer. I flushed and his fingers slowly trailed my blush. I remembered he once told me that he hated when I blushed because he could never figure out what it meant.

He lifted my chin and planted a kiss on my lips. It started slow, but it didn't take long to heat. My fingers found their way into his brown messy hair and tugged softly and heard him moan.

I instantly knew what he meant then.

We were without a doubt meant for each other. There would be no one else for us. We had found a soul mate or whatever you wanted to call it in each other.

My only love sprung from my only hate!

But that meant we either got our families to approve or choose.

Choose between Edward and my family.

How could Fate be so cruel?

I felt the tears burn my eyes and before I could hold them back they were spilling down my cheeks. He jerked back suddenly and stared at me with troubled eyes.

"I can't choose! It's hurts too much," I cried. I wanted him to comfort me, but he didn't. He let me go and stepped away. He knew what I was talking about.

"I love you," he paused for a moment before continuing, "too much to ever make you. I'm not forcing you to stay with me," he told me.

My head snapped up. I was shocked.

I knew he loved me, but he had never said those exact words to me. I never thought much of it, but it was an amazing difference to hear.

He loved me.

I smiled slowly.

Just like that he made my problems disappear. But like my tears, which were now gone, I still had the stains on my cheeks. They would be back, but not right now and that was what mattered.

"I can't force myself to leave," I said with a breathless humorless giggle and he smiled as I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He turned me around and led me back into the warmth of the bedroom.

His lips never left mine and his kisses felt good and warm. I felt his tongue lick my lips and I opened my mouth to him. His tongue met mine and swirled in contented bliss.

My hand weaved into his hair and I tugged forcefully. He moaned and sent vibrations into my mouth. I felt the chills run down my body and I needed to get closer to him. I pressed myself to him and felt every inch of him against me. I broke apart breathless and his lips never took themselves off me. He moved down my neck and reached my shoulder.

He slowly pushed down my spaghetti strap and kissed the place where it had been. I whimpered. His hands came up to the zipper of my dress. He stared at my eyes asking permission before continuing to pull it down at incredibly slow speed. I felt the dress get looser.

He hesitated for a moment and it was silent as we watched each other. We knew what was going to happen. But I was ready. I pushed my other strap down my shoulder. He grasped my chin and kissed me once more before sliding the dress down my body.

The dress pooled around my ankles and I was left in nothing but in my underwear and bra. I felt myself blush. He slowly trailed a hand down my arm before smiling.

"You're lovely," he whispered in my ear and I smiled as I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. I slid the shirt down his arms and slowly trailed the muscles on his stomach and watched as they spasm at my touch. He kissed me harder and pushed me back on the bed.

"I love you," I breathed quietly into his ear.

"I love you," he said and I smiled as he kissed me once more.

o.0.o

I felt the sunshine on my face. It was bright and dazzling and hurt against my closed lids. I moaned softly and turned my face away from the direction of the sun. My body was exhausted and I wanted nothing more than to fall back asleep.

But something felt off. The bed felt too soft. The blankets felt too warm and fluffy. The scent wasn't mine…

My eyes flew opened and I was met with a sleeping Edward.

Holy shit!

I sat up and looked at the clock on Edward's nightstand.

7:08.

Frick!

I stared down at Edward. He looked so peaceful…so happy. That was enough to make the tension disappear. I lay back down and stared at him. I pulled the blanket around myself. Slowly I trailed my hand down his cheek. He twitched. I held back a giggle and used my index finger to trail his jaw.

He tried to swat my and away but I pulled back before he could. This time I let my finger trace the shape of his lips. His hand came up quick like a cobra and caught my wrist. I giggled and his eyes shot open. Shock registered in his face before a slow smile replaced it.

"Mmm, I like this dream," he mumbled and I laughed as I snuggled closer to him. I let myself kiss his neck slowly making my way to his jaw.

"Really? Do you have many dreams about me?" I asked stopping my trail of kisses at the corner of his mouth. He rolled us over as he hovered above me.

"Many dreams. This one feels real and I can smell you in this one," he said and lifted his lips in a smile before kissing my lips. He pulled away before I could allow myself to get into that kiss.

"I love you," he whispered and buried himself in my hair. I let my hands rub his back enjoying the moment.

"How am I going to leave?" I asked as I played with the strands of hair on the nape of his neck.

"Who said anything about leaving?" he said and began to nibble on my ear. I laughed softly. I let myself imagine waking up like this all the time. I would really enjoy that. I could wake him every morning with a kiss and we could fall asleep in each other's arms, like we did last night. A light blush lit up my cheeks.

"Mmm," I hummed in response.

"What time is it?" I heard him ask. His hands began to slowly trail up my sides.

"7:10. I really need to…" I didn't finish as his hands were now brushing against my breast. My breathing picked up. I had to leave. I knew that, but being here with Edward was making it seem like less a priority.

"No, you don't," he moaned.

"Yes, actually I do," I said sternly. He growled.

I stuck my tongue out and looked toward the ground. I didn't see my dress or my undergarments.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked

He lifted his head and stared at me. He kissed me slowly and I let my lips shape around his in a comforting kiss. He was trying to distract me and it was working way too well.

I guess that's sorta why we didn't hear the footsteps.

The door swung open. Edward pulled away and sat up blocking my view from the door.

"Edward, I just—" the speech was cut off with a gasp.

"Hey, Alice," Edward mumbled sheepishly.

Alice!

Ok so I'm late on the update. I know. I'm sorry. But I figured it out. I really want to get these stories done so I'm gunna work on one at a time. So this one will be finished first and then I'll move on to my other stories. I would love to hear how you liked this chapter.

I would really love reviews since I worked hard on this. I have actually already started on the next chapter so if you review I promise a preview!

Edward&Bella: you asked how Seth and Jake came into the story. This was explained in chapter 8 I think but I'll let you know anyway. Jake and Bella were friends when they were younger. Charlie would visit his dad during summers in Forks, but this was before the fights would break out because the kids were too young. and of course Charlie was friends with the Blacks. The Clearwater's however are friends of the Cullen's which is why Seth is like Edward's best friend. But the difference is The Blacks and the Clearwater's don't let rivalry's split them up so they still maintain a good relationship.

Well anyway review!

~T-Tanya