Too good to be true... I know that's what you were all thinking when I updated so quickly that last few times.

But I'm back... I had a bought of writer's block that was insanely difficult to deal with. But now the words are back (knock on wood).

So... quote of the update:

"Writer's block... is simply a failure of ego." - Norman Mailer

Things I Own: A Weezer biography. (Okay, it's borrowed...)

Things I DEFINITELY Don't: Twilight or any of the associated characters.

I woke the next morning to the sound of whistling.

I rolled over, expecting to find Edward lying with me, but instead found myself alone amongst the tangled sheets.

I took a moment to throw my head back into the pillows and smile about the events of the night before. I had told Edward that I loved him. And I had meant it. It wasn't some stupid thing that I told him, thinking that it would help me get farther in the mission or something. Nope, it was one hundred percent legitimate, and I was happy as hell about it.

I rolled out of bed, grabbed Edward's discarded button up from the night before, buttoning the buttons and rolling up the sleeves so they kind of sat at my elbows.

Damn he has huge arms!

I was so ridiculously happy; I had to take a second to shake out my jitters before I could walk out into the public area. No need to let Edward see me grinning like an idiot first thing in the morning.

I walked out into the living room just as I heard the suite door closing, a rattling sound (and the whistling) getting closer to the main area. I was trying to figure out what tune was being whistled before Edward turned the corner, pushing a small cart with a few covered trays on it in front of him.

The whistling stopped abruptly when he saw me, but it was too late. I had already figured out what Edward had been whistling.

"Edward…" I asked, a wide smile spreading across my face, "were you just whistling 'Bad Romance'?" Edward blushed, confirming my suspicions. "Lady Gaga is very catchy." Edward said, holding his hands out in front of him defensively.

I laughed, getting up off the couch to walk over and wrap my arms around him. Edward returned the hug, swaying us slightly from side to side as we stood there.

Edward moved back, keeping me within the circle of his arms, taking a second to look me over. "You look so fucking sexy in my shirt." He said; his voice was thick and husky, making me yearn for him. He bent down, nibbling on my neck, alternating between the soft nibbles of his lips and the sharp nibbling from his teeth. I groaned, the vibrations of my throat shaking against Edward and inducing his own moan.

"Edward." I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into me. Edward licked up my neck, causing my heart to skip a couple of beats before pulling up to place his head on my forehead.

Edward pulled back, placing a kiss on my mouth and said, "I probably shouldn't have started anything." He said, blushing sheepishly. "I have breakfast for us. I figured we should probably get going pretty soon…" Edward gestured towards the containers he had next to him. As much as I wanted to continue what we'd just started, I was very excited to eat. I was starving.

I smiled up at him, "Thanks. What did you order?"

"Pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit, juices, and coffee. I didn't know what you would want to eat." He said, looking at me sheepishly.

I smiled and leaned up on my toes to kiss him. Edward wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him, smiling into the kiss. "I love you." He said when we broke away, his forehead pressed against mine. I smiled widely, my face threatening to break with my happiness. "I love you too."

I leaned up to press my lips to his again, allowing him to kiss me for a minute before I pulled away. "Food?" I said, smiling at him.

Edward placed a kiss on my forehead before picking the trays up off the cart and walking over to the small kitchen table.

I walked into the kitchen area and grabbed two plates, cups, and some silverware from the drawers, walking back to the table and setting it. We scooped food onto our plates, and began eating, chucking as we joked around with each other.

I loved that things with Edward were so simple. With all my old boyfriends, things always felt forced. It took effort to talk to them, effort to think of things to talk about, and effort to want to be around them. It wasn't that I was afraid of putting effort into a relationship… I just didn't think that I should need to put effort into things that should come easily with someone that you loved.

And how I loved Edward.

It was new, scary, exhilarating, and confusing. When I seriously thought about it, I felt like I was going to throw up. But I loved every second of it. I was taking a serious chance here… but I couldn't, wouldn't have it any other way.

We finished our food, walking into the kitchen to drop our plates into the dishwasher, before deciding that we should shower.

We showered together, of course, messing around as per usual, but we managed to get dressed in a reasonable amount of time.

We walked, hand in hand, through the lobby of the hotel, hailing a cab that was sitting outside, and drove to Sukhumvit Road, the area where Jaidee had said that James was registered to be living.

We hopped out of the cab, onto the busy street, absolutely surrounded by people. I smiled up at Edward; this was one of my favorite places in Bangkok. I loved the hustle and bustle, the shopping, and the food… I loved everything about this area of town. It was amazing.

Edward wrapped his arm protectively around me as I guided him through the street, taking him places that I thought would be fun to look through, listening to the conversations of those around me.

Because I understood Thai, and obviously English, I was able to understand what the people around me were talking about. Most of it was nothing that I was interested in, but as I was walking through a booth that sold sarongs, I found myself listening quite closely.

A Thai man was talking to a Thai woman, complaining about a tenant that he had recently acquired. "The man is American!" he was saying, gesturing wildly with his hands. "He has no idea about our culture, no respect for people. He has people coming in and out of that apartment at all hours. I cannot take it!" The woman was shaking her head empathetically, saying something about how typically American that was, before she asked, "Which tenant?"

"The one in 4B," he said, pointing at the building behind us, his finger around the fourth floor, "the tall, lanky blonde one." The woman nodded in recognition, "I've seen him down here a few times. He asked me about prostitutes. I pretended not to understand English, so I even got a little acting out of him."

I had to suppress my laughter then, my body shaking a bit before I managed to get myself under control. Edward noticed my shaking and he looked down at me, checking to make sure I was okay.

I smiled at him, "I'm fine, Edward." I said, chuckling. I walked us out of the tent before continuing, "Do you speak Thai?" Edward shook his head no, and I smiled at him.

"Well, luckily for us, I do." I said, smiling at him. Edward looked stunned. "YOU DO?" He said, his eyes wide, "But it's such a difficult language to grasp." He said. He must have tried to learn a few times. "Yeah, but so are all the Asian languages. I've found that once you learn one, the others are easier to pick up." I said, smiling at him.

He still looked stunned. "How many languages do you speak?" He asked, staring at me. "You really don't want to know." I answered. He didn't. It was almost disturbing.

I had a great photographic memory, and a penchant for picking up languages. It definitely helped me as a spy; when people found out that I was able to speak their language, they typically worked with me a lot easier. Others found it comforting that I was able to speak with them in another language besides their foreign tongue. These people wanted to speak with me in other languages at all times; they felt better talking to me about spying if they were 'sure' that no one around them was able to understand what we were actually talking about.

I'm convinced it was one of the reasons that I was able to pull in so many foreign agents.

Edward just shook his head at me, before saying, "So what were they talking about?" he asked, gesturing back to the people he must have seen me watching. "They were talking about a new American tenant that was living in that building." I flicked my head towards the building, not willing to blatantly point in public. "They described him as tall, blonde, and lanky, which fits James description; there is always a possibility that it isn't him, but I think I'm willing to hang around here and find out." I said, looking at him.

I was going on a hunch here, and I wasn't sure how he felt about that. When I worked by myself, I always followed my hunches; they were always right. But some of the people that I worked with didn't agree with them, so we usually ended up taking long, drawn out paths, to get to the same place my hunch could have gotten us, without all the wasted time. Oh well; I fixed it eventually, and that's all that mattered.

Though, I was tired of having to fix it. Somehow, I doubted that I would have to fix things when Edward was involved. He seemed intelligent enough to figure out situations on his own. Thank god.

Edward and I mulled around the shopping center for a bit, laughing and talking to each other, waiting for James to walk out of the building that we'd seen the man pointing at earlier.

We stood around, laughing together, while I tried to fend off Edward's almost incessant need to buy me things, and waited for James.

Of course, just as I was about to give up, out walked a very tall, lanky blonde. I had to resist the urge to go running over towards him to determine if he was the man that we had been waiting for.

I nudged Edward gently in the side, playfully smacking his hands as he held up a necklace that he wanted to buy me. I prayed that he would get the message; though his hands stayed up, trying to wrap the necklace around my neck, and his words continued to beg me to let him purchase it for me, I saw in his eyes that he understood what I was getting at. I smiled up at him, before taking the necklace from around my neck, and placing it back on the table.

"Do you think we should walk by talking about Jenks?" Edward asked, leaning down and whispering directly into my ear. I giggled and lightly slapped his arm, making it look like he had just said something dirty to me.

I leaned up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring his head closer to mine. "Let's do it."

Edward wrapped his arm around me, both of us watching James from the corner of our eyes. We kept our hands busy with the objects on the table, before Edward said, "Have you heard from Jenks yet, love?"

James froze, his eyes trained on us. Perfect.

I smiled up at him, "I haven't. Which is weird… he's usually jumping to get in on business deals with us."

Edward laughed, "So true. I guess we'll just have to get in touch with Victoria and Riley our-"

"Excuse me." Edward was interrupted when James walked over, clearly making himself a part of our conversation. "Yes?" Edward asked, visibly tightening his grip on my waist. I fought to ignore the sparks that starting shooting through me.

Business now; hot, rough sex later.

"How do you know about Jenks?" James asked.

We didn't know anything about Jenks. We didn't know if he was a real person, a made up code, a fucking operation… we had no idea. So I let Edward field this one.

He looked at me nervously; James interpreted the move as his hesitation about revealing our involvement in an arms deal scheme, I knew that it was his lack of knowledge about what was going on.

I looked back at Edward for a few seconds before nodding. Edward leaned to kiss my head, before returning his gaze back to James. "We've… worked with Jenks in the past." Edward said.

The answer was perfectly ambiguous and could fit no matter what Jenks actually meant.

"Funny," James said, looking between the two of us, "I've never seen you in his office." We looked back at him, smiles gracing our faces. "We tend to fly under the radar." Edward said, bringing his eyes back to me. I resisted the urge to snuggle up against him. We needed to look strong, not lovesick and easily cracked.

"Would you like to get lunch with me? I'm James Conklin by the way." James said, looking generally curious about us as he reached his hand out to shake our hands. "Isabella Swan." I said, taking his hand, watching as Edward nearly squeezed the life out of James' hand during their introduction.

"I'd love to hear all this new deal you are trying to get in on."

Edward tore his gaze from me, looking over at James. "That sounds fantastic." I answered, smiling at him as I pulled out my phone. "Let me just adjust our schedule, hon." Angling the phone so that only I could see it, I shot Jake a quick text.

'JAKE: GET ME EVERYTHING YOU CAN ON JENKS ASAP. READ IT INTO MY EAR PIECE. LUNCH WITH JAMES, NEED INFO STAT.'

As I was clicking my hands furiously across the screen, I heard James laugh and say, "Women." I resisted the urge to snort, when Edward replied, "Yeah, but I love her."

James obviously couldn't resist the urge to snort on his end.

When I looked up, Edward was trying to avoid glaring at James, obviously offended that James had insulted his affections for me. "We're all set." I said, smiling, "I just changed our lunch reservations at the hotel. We now have a table at the six o'clock dinner service."

Edward wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head. "Perfect." We spun around to find James watching us with an annoyed look on his face. He quickly made his face appear neutral walking over to us, before asking us where we would like to dine.

Indecisive, we began walking up the road, when Jake clicked on in my ear. I would have jumped if I weren't so used to the noise.

"Bells. I got your text. I went on a frantic search for this 'Jenks', and I've found him. He is an AMAZINGLY clever middleman, based out of DC. He daels with a lot of people who like to do illegal business, though he does work with legal transactions as well. He keeps everything hush-hush, and is surprisingly good at it."

I hummed, making it look as though I was checking out the booths on the street.

"As for his place here, he is the mediator for James in this weapon deal with Victoria and Riley. The CIA has since officially contacted him, letting him know that he will not be prosecuted for any of his illegal dealings if he promises to work with us."

I couldn't say anything, because then James would know something was up; I thought quickly and came up with a plan. "Edward, have you heard from your brother?" I said, smiling at him innocently. Edward didn't know what was going on, so he answered me honestly. "Yes, we talked this morning." "Oh, what did he say? How is he?" Edward gave me a few of the superficial details about his conversation with Emmett, before I nodded and said, "That's good."

Hopefully Jake knew what I wanted to say there.

"Very clever, Bells." He said, laughing. "Jenks said that he was willing to work with us, as he had worked with organizations like M16 in the past. We are currently trying to convince him to turn all deals targeted at harming the US over to us, but we have his agreement to work on this case."

Jake paused, clicking around on his computer for a moment before speaking again.

"We are assuming that James is going to call Jenks and ask about your past with him. He is going to play along. You guys have been apart of weapons deals, and even some South American drug deals in the past. Well… apparently." Jacob laughed, "That's all I got for you now. I find anything else, or hear of an update from the boss, I'll let you know. And I'll just let you thank me later."

I had to suppress a smile as I heard Jacob click off.

We walked about ten minutes up the street, finding a small bistro that I'd been to the last few times I'd been to Thailand. It served some of the best food I'd ever had, and was pretty cheap too. The restaurant, who's name meant 'Delicious' when translated, was absolutely amazing, and definitely lived up to it's name.

We walked in, taking a moment to get situated (which of course included that audio recorder I'd secured to the bottom of the table) and order before the real conversation started.

"So," James said, looking at us, "how do you know Jenks?" "We've worked with him in the past… some weapons deals, a few SA drug deals… nothing out of the ordinary." I responded coolly, letting James feel like he had managed to drag the information out of my involuntarily.

James smiled at me, just as I knew he would. "So, what are you waiting to hear about?" he asked. Ahh, so he had been listening.

"We're waiting to hear about an Italian weapon deal we're dying to get in on." Edward said his expression completely steeled. He would be impossible to read if I didn't know him so well.

"Italian deal? Who is the source, if you don't mind my inquiry?" James was beginning to look nervous. As if there were any OTHER Italian deals going on right now. The Italians are very secure when it came to these kinds of things. Just this one breach…

"There is a file we're very interested in acquiring." I said, taking a sip of my Cha Yen (Thai iced tea), looking over the rim at James as innocently as I could.

"File 33?" James asked, leaning across the table. I smiled and nodded, not giving him the benefit of any further "reveals". "I'm trying to acquire 33." He said, looking between the two of us, "What do you need it for?"

"Well, honestly," Edward said, taking a moment to dramatically look around before leaning slightly into the table, "we just want to get our hands on it so we can sell it off. We don't care what it is, or what's in it… we just want to profit. We're looking for parties to buy now." James studied us for a moment before his face lit up.

"I already have a few groups very interested in buying. Perhaps, for a cut, I could work together with you on this project."

Edward and I looked at each other, silently congratulating each other on how quickly we had gotten what we wanted. "We'll have to talk about this. If you'll excuse us?" I said. Edward hopped up, pulling out my chair and taking my hand, before placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me towards the front of the restaurant.

Once we were out of James sight, I smiled so widely at Edward I thought my face was going to break. He picked me up in his arms, spinning me around, breathing his sounds of happiness into my neck.

"I cannot believe we got him already!" I whispered onto his skin, placing my lips over the place my lips had fallen. Edward nodded into my skin, trailing his lips up and down my neck.

"Okay, now what do we do?" Edward said, putting me down. "We pick him up, obviously!" I said, laughing lightly. "We'll just use him to take us to these groups he has… we can not only disable him, but the groups he's affiliated with as well. This could be huge for global security." Edward smiled at my excitement, leaning down to plant his lips firmly on mine.

We didn't move to deepen the kiss, breaking apart a moment later. He smiled winningly at me, before grasping my hand in his and walking us back over to the table. James was sitting just as we'd let him, making me immediately suspicious, and also very thankful that I'd bugged our table.

After Edward pulled my chair out, I sat down, reaching over to take Edward's hand once he was seated. We looked at James for a few moments, before I saw Edward nod to me from the corner of my eye. Smiling, I returned my focus to James. "We've decided to formally ask you to partner with us. We have a few terms, of course…" I trailed off, allowing James a moment to respond.

"Just let me hear them." He said, smiling at us.

"We would be the ultimate owners of the file, and thus would determine it's final purchaser. We expect that you work with us, and not against us. We know that you wanted to get the file to one of your buyers, and this is still going to happen that way; it just has to be through us. We are prepared to offer you a 40% cut of whatever money we receive."

James nodded, "That all sounds fair." "Of course," Edward said, looking from me to James, "if this goes well, we would like to consider making this a permanent partnership. Isabella and I have been looking to settle down, and our life is a tad… hectic. If this works between us, perhaps we could make you our permanent buyer liaison. Though, we'd have to check your current buyers out, of course." Edward looked over and smiled at me, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to my cheek.

James smiled widely and nodded, "Of course, of course. I am really honored that you are willing to consider me." Why so honored? He must have spoken to Jenks.

We ate the rest of our meal speaking about the current state of affairs in the world. James mentioned that he had connections to some very prominent "grass roots organizations".

Terror by any other name is just as horrible, James.

We both exchanged numbers with James, making promises to meet up again sometime soon.

Edward and I walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, smiles adorning our faces, and hailed a cab. The second the cab started driving, I swung my leg over Edward's lap, straddling him, reaching into my purse and holding the recording device in front of his eyes.

Of course, the damn thing was so small, he had no idea what I was holding up.

"What's that?" he asked, looking at me with a smile as he placed his hands on my hips to steady me. "Guess who recorded the lunch!" I said, smiling widely at him.

"You did? Thank god!" Edward said. "I had a feeling he had called someone while we were gone." "I got that feeling too, Edward." I said, smiling at him.

"Well," Edward said, burying his face into my neck and nipping at my skin, "that's why we work so well together." I smiled. "We do, don't we?"

Edward just nodded, nibbling at my skin a bit more, before settling down and simply nuzzling my neck. I leaned over, burying my face in his neck, closing my eyes.

Before I knew it, Edward was gently jostling me awake. I groaned quietly, pressing my head further into his neck. Edward lightly chuckled, leaning down to press kisses along the side of my face. "Wake up, my love." "No." I answered. Edward just laughed, pulling me tighter against him before handing the driver money and stepping out of the cab.

"Edward, this isn't the hotel." I said, staring at him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I know that, Bright Eyes. We're on the Gulf of Thailand. I wanted to surprise you." Edward was looking at me, measuring my reaction to what he'd done.

"I am surprised Edward. I love that you did this; thank you." I smiled honestly at him, leaning up to press my lips to his.

After Edward lowered me to my feet, we walked over, reaching the sand sooner than I thought possible. There, spread out on the sand about thirty feet from the water, was a dark green blanket with a light brown basket on it. I looked up at Edward, questions in my eyes, and he just laughed and kissed me. "Yep, that's part of your surprise too."

I smiled, picking up the pace to reach the basket.

I don't know how long we had been driving for, but the sun was just starting to fall in the Thai sky, and I was shocked at the rumbling that was shaking my stomach.

It seemed like I had just eaten, but I was starving.

Walking over and plopping down on the blanket, I tried to keep myself from immediately digging into the basket until Edward got here.

Edward sat down behind me, pulling me into the space between his legs, before pulling the picnic basket in front of us.

"Go ahead," he said, his mouth at my ear, his hot breath fanning across my skin, "open it."

I flipped open the lid and was immediately confused.

"Edward…" I said, spinning slightly so I could face him, "why are there PB&J sandwiches, Hershey Kisses, Mentos, and bottles of Coke in here?"

Edward smiled at me.

"The peanut butter and jelly sandwiches reminded me of that story you told me about your dad. You told me that he used to make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every single day after you came inside from playing with Jake over the summer. You said it was the only thing that he could do without messing up, and the fact that he took the effort to make your sandwich made you realize that he really did love you."

Edward paused, taking a second to read my expression. I was completely stunned.

"The Hershey kisses make me think of you." He said, reaching up to brush my hair off of my neck and place his lips on my skin, "They make me think of the chocolate chip pancakes you made us the night after we first made love. The rich, dark chocolate color makes me think of your eyes. And the fact that I'm so completely addicted to them… well, I feel like that speaks for itself." Edward winked, and I blushed.

"As for the Mentos and Coke… well, as you can see, I have twenty two bottles in here; two are regular, and twenty are diet. The two regular Cokes are for us to drink with our fabulous meal." He smiled sheepishly at me, "The diets… well, those are for us to make our first destructive pseudo-childhood memory together."

I was shocked, completely stunned into silence.

I sat there looking at Edward, my heart hammering away in my chest. I wasn't sure what to say. I couldn't believe that he had done this for me. It was by far one of the sweetest things that someone had ever done for me, ever.

I couldn't believe that I had found someone so willing to do something like this for me. Yes, it hurt a little to think about Charlie, but I knew that this was Edward's way of slowly introducing him back into my life. I needed to patch things up with Charlie anyway… it was just a matter of time now.

"Edward…" I said, struggling to think of the right words. I sat for a moment, my brain a whirl of happiness, love, and sexual attraction, before I decided that words just wouldn't do. I spun my body completely around, getting up on my knees and planting my lips on Edward's.

We kissed for a few minutes before Edward broke the kiss, placing his forehead gently against mine. "I take it you like the surprise then?" he said, smiling at me. "Of course; I love it. I love you." I said, grinning at him. Edward's face broke into a heartbreaking smile. "I love you too, love." I bent forward and placed a kiss on his lips before spinning back around in his arms and reaching into the basket.

As we ate our sandwiches, I talked about Charlie.

"I miss him…" I said, trying to keep my eyes from filling with tears. "We were always so close, and now… I haven't spoken to him in years. I hate this." Edward was leaning his head on my shoulder, sensing that it was probably easiest for me to talk about this without looking at him.

All I needed was to know that he was there.

Edward finished his sandwich before I did and wrapped his arms securely around my waist as I continued to eat and talk.

"Once…" I said, laughter bubbling out of me, "when I was six, Charlie decided that he wanted to have a little party to celebrate my birthday with me before I went back to Renee. I was obsessed with James Bond Jr. at the time," Edward chuckled, "So fitting." I smiled, " I know. But so he went to the store and bought us both tuxedos and spray guns that he painted gold and we ran around my backyard for hours 'shooting' my friends from La Push that he'd dressed up like the villains from the show." I continued laughing as a few tears began trickling down my cheeks.

I reached up, wiping a few tears from my face, allowing the emotions I'd kept inside to really fall over me that moment.

I spun around in Edward's arms just moments before I started sobbing.

Edward wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me up into his chest, burying his face in my neck and just letting me cry it out.

I pressed myself into him, my face smooshed up against his shoulder as I cried. These weren't gentle, ladylike tears… if such things even exist. These were embarrassing, exhausting, gasping, all-consuming sobs.

Somehow, he knew that I didn't need him to tell me that everything would be okay or that I would figure everything out eventually. I already knew that. Edward decided not to waste his breath.

Eventually, my sobs slowed, trickling off to the occasional whimper, sniffle, or stray tear. I pulled back, wiping the remains of my breakdown from my face, my face heating up as I began to realize what a fool I'd just made of myself.

Edward brought his hand up to my face, "Don't be ashamed of showing me how you feel, love. I'm not happy that you feel this way, but I'm glad that you're letting yourself think about you father again… and that you feel comfortable enough to share your feelings with me like this."

I said that only think that I could say. "I love you, Edward."

Edward smiled at me, "I love you too. So much."

I sat in Edward's arms for a few more moments, just letting myself to think. I knew that I needed talk to Charlie; this tense avoidance between us couldn't continue. I loved my father, and I hated that we weren't talking anymore. I just wish that he'd taken the time to really listen to me when I told him that I needed to move out east and grow up on my own.

"I'm going to call him." I said, my locking with Edward's, "as soon as we get off this leg of the mission. As soon as I can." Edward smiling, pulling me into a hug, "It will be good for you." He whispered, his hot breath blowing across my neck. He hugged me close for a moment longer before he pulled back, his face glowing with excitement.

"Let's go make some coke bottles blow up." I smiled, jumping up when Edward took my hand.

We spent the next hour playing with twenty bottles of diet coke, dropping in the Mentos and laughing hysterically as the coke shot out of the top of the bottle. At one point, I dropped in a Mentos and turned on Edward, spraying the coke directly in his face. "I don't think so!" Edward shouted, dropping his Mentos in, and spraying me, chasing my around the beach trying to soak me through with Coke.

It eventually turned into a battle. We ran around the beach, spraying the hell out of each other with Coke. I ran out before Edward did, so I started pelting him with my left over Mentos and bottle caps. Edward ran over me, withstanding the beating I was inflicting on him (because I'm sure the bottle caps and Mentos were really hurting him) scooped me up in his arms before placing me on the ground covering my body with his.

"Stop hitting me." He said, his breathing labored, his hot, delicious breath fanning across my face, making me burn for him. "Stop shooting coke at me." I said, my hard breathing making me sound as defenseless as I felt.

Edward started laughing, before pulling himself off of me and hoisting me up. "Probably the first time you've ever said that to someone you were with, huh?" He placed a kiss on my temple, grabbing my hand, picking up our trash as we went.

We gathered our things before walking back to the street, where yet another car was waiting for us. We climbed in the back, gave the driver our address, before settling into the seats.

"We're in for a long ride." Edward said, leaning his back against the cab door before pulling me in between his legs, wrapping his arms around my waist. I settled my head against his chest, turning my face into Edward's neck and letting my eyes flutter closed.

The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Edward's quiet, "I love you with all my heart, Bella." before I felt him rest his head on mine before, presumably, falling asleep.

What did you think? I heard from a lot of people I've never heard from before last chapter, and would love to hear from them again! (Of course, I love my tried and true reviewers too. Thank you all so much! :) )

So, what's the question of this update you ask?

Hmmm... what's the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?

Mine? I haven't had anything happen. I've never been in a relationship. I avoid them like the plague.