9.

BPOV

I stretch and shift, holding on to Edward as I bury my face into the crook of his neck. Falling asleep in his arms had been easy, but waking up with him, knowing that I may never see him again is enough to break my heart.

I tighten my grip and throw a leg over his, bringing myself impossibly closer. I don't want to wake him, but the way he too tightens his hold tells me that he's not sleeping either.

"How did you sleep?" His deep, gruff morning voice jolts my eyes open and I chance a look up at him. His eyes are closed and his lips are turned up into a soft smile.

"Very well, thank you." Resting my head against him once again, I kiss his neck and nuzzle my nose against his Adam's apple.

He hums and stretches, pulling me onto him so I'm straddling his hips; his morning wood brushing against my centre and my chest pressed against his. Falling asleep naked has its advantages as I get to gawk at his strong shoulders and the planes of his body in the soft morning light.

"Hmm, what's this?" I tease, rotating my hips against him. He smirks as his cock twitches, and the air leaves my lungs in a soft moan. Our eyes meet and he holds onto my hips as I push myself up.

"I love your tits," he says, grinning, and palms them greedily, pressing his thumbs against my nipples, drawing a wanton moan from my lips.

"I love that you love them." I rotate my hips again, his hard-on slipping against my folds creating delicious friction.

He drags one finger down my arm while, rendering my entire body ablaze while his other hand stills my hips in a soft grasp. "I hope you brought more condoms."

I gasp. "You mean you don't have any?"

"No." He shakes his head, his breathing faltering as I twist my hips away from his then lower myself against him teasingly. "I wasn't thinking about that when I came on this trip."

I grin. "Luckily, my mom threw a handful of them in my purse before I left Florida," I explain, stretching over him to reach for my purse. My boob lands right over his face and he groans taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking greedily. "I love that you love my tits," I squeak, trying to rummage for another condom, but completely failing at being coherent.

He groans and pushes his pelvis up against my pussy and I move quicker to find the damn little packet. "Ah ha! Found one!" I hold it up excitedly and shimmy back over his thighs.

My boobs miss his attention instantly, but as soon as I'm faced with his dick, a new wave of heat covers my body. I watch his face intently as I pump him a few times. He's beautiful - all man and sinewy with just a sprinkling of hair over his chest. I'm not sure how we were able to resist the attraction for as long as we did, but I'm not regretting any of it. Not now at least.

"Bella, you're torturing me," he says, sitting up on his elbows and watching me.

I grin and sheath him in latex before wrapping my arms around his neck. "Not for long." I smile and move up and over him, lowering myself over his length and taking him all into me.

He feels so good, filling me and hitting depths I'd never felt before and I can't help closing my eyes as I hold onto his shoulders and move over him.

His hands grip my hips and we set a pace. Not too fast or too slow, just right drawing out our pleasure. With every downstroke, my engorged clit rubs against his pelvis sending delightful jolts up and down my body.

Edward thrusts his hips and kisses my shoulders, his hands moving up my back as he holds me close to him. I spread my thighs as wide as I can to accommodate him and like this, he's so deep and the angle feels so good. "Holy shit...that's..."

"Yeah..." His lips cover mine briefly as we move together quickening our pace.

"Intense..." I bury my face in his neck and call out to God as I feel myself clamping down on his cock, my orgasm shooting through me, making the rest of the world disappear. "Fuck, so... God, so good..." It's only me and him right here right now as he keeps his pace while I'm boneless, unable to move.

He groans and soon enough, it's his turn to muffle his cries as he sucks on the tender flesh under my ear. "Holy shit, Bella." He kisses that spot and soothes the sting. "Holy shit." He wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly. "Holy—"

"If you say shit again, I'll smack you," I giggle and tighten my arms around his shoulders.

"Ugh, so violent," he teases and holds onto the condom as he slides his deflated dick out of me. I miss the feel of him instantly.

"And you love it." I poke his side playfully, still wrapped around him as he holds me.

He sighs. "I do."

We're quiet for few moments until Mother Nature decides I need to use the restroom. "I'll be right back." I pull back from our embrace but he doesn't move to let me go.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom."

"Oh." He lets go and grins sheepishly. "Sorry. I'll err, get rid of this." He points at his crotch.

I giggle and shake my head as I saunter off to the bathroom.

When I come back from the bathroom, I make sure to check the time, and sigh contently that it's still early. Dad is leaving sometime after lunch and I thank God Edward can stay in here until then.

I crawl into bed and we cuddle into each other, my back to his front with his arm wrapped around me. His warm breath tickles my ear every time he exhales, but it's just a gentle reminder that he's here.

We're quiet for a while. He kisses the back of my neck and I take comfort in his embrace. It's easy. Us.

Is there an us? If there could be, I'd love to see where we could take it.

"What are you thinking?" he asks, and drops a soft kiss to my shoulders.

I close my eyes reveling in the feel of this. Us. "You. Us. This," I tell him, turning my head to look at his face.

"I know," he says softly, kissing me slowly, but deliberately, making me a breathless mess lost in him. When he pulls back and looks into my eyes, what I see there nearly breaks my heart.

Swallowing thickly, I press a hand to his chest and feel the rapid thumping of his heart against his rib cage. "I wish things were different."

He closes his eyes and softly kisses my temple, pulling me impossibly closer to him. "Me too."

"What do we do?" The question comes out of my mouth before I can even process it. Closing my eyes, I pray he has an answer, because I really don't.

"I don't know, Bella. Talk on the phone, internet chat. My sister lives here now, chances are I'm going to visit. Hell, if you're here, I'll visit more often." He sounds hopeful, and I think maybe there's a chance it could work. "We could get to know each other more. See if this connection isn't just because we were stuck together for a few days and we're both incredibly hot individuals," he says and kisses the column of my neck.

I smile. I can't help it. I turn around in his arms and face him, laying my head on the pillow beside his. "Aren't you full of yourself, Mr. Cullen? And by the way, isn't it a little weird how I learned your last name only an hour before sleeping with you?"

He shrugs and pushes some hair away from my shoulder. I suspect it's to get a better look at my boobs. "It could have been worse." He grins. "We could have slept together that first night instead of eating ice cream."

I flick his arm playfully. "Nah, I'm not that kind of girl. I had to see you wearing a tux before giving it up."

"Well shit, I've got to remember that next time I visit." His smile is infectious and we're back to our usual banter.

We talk more about the wedding and our families until my phone rings. Dad's on the other end, he says they are getting dressed and heading out soon. He wants me to meet them downstairs for lunch in half an hour and then we'll be going home.

I relay the conversation to Edward and the look on his face when it sinks in that we're on our last bit of time together is heart wrenching.

He kisses me before leaving my room to go get changed for lunch in his own room. Once he's gone and the door is closed, I free the tears I've been holding back all morning.

Taking a quick shower, I let the water wash away any evidence of the last twenty four hours and pray I get to experience that again.

Once I'm dressed and wearing a copious amount of makeup to hide my puffy eyes and swollen lips, I make my way downstairs with my bags in hand.

I spot Dad and Sue immediately, and smile when I notice Edward sitting with them.

Our interaction over lunch is breezy. Edward and Dad make jokes and I get re-acquainted with Sue.

There are advantages of being in my mid-twenties. Dad knows a little about my history with Edward. He trusts him somewhat because he knows Emmett and Rose and they are good people. He probably suspects that Edward spent the night in my room, but he'll never bring it up. It's none of his business and since I turned thirteen and officially became acquainted with Mother Nature and PMS, he hasn't broached the subject of sex, leaving that stuff to Mom. Hence the handful of condoms she slipped into my purse. She's always thought me to be a safety girl.

We're all pretty simple people. I'm a teacher. Edward's the manager in a chain of electronic stores. He hates to fly, but after this past week, he tells us he'll be getting on the plane with the rest of his family.

When Esme and Carlisle come downstairs for lunch, they join our table. Conversation flows easily and it feels as if we're all family.

It's easy and comfortable.

And too soon, it's time to go.

Edward hugs me hard, and kisses the top of my head. Tears slide down my cheeks, and this time, I don't even try to hide them.

Edward takes my face between his palms and wipes the tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Don't cry, Bella. We'll talk...keep in touch. I'll come back in a little while. Chances are Emmett's going to knock up Rose pretty soon anyway." He grins. I know it's an attempt at making me laugh and it works.

I smile through my tears. "Yeah." I nod. "Okay." I kiss him chastely and hold him there, memorizing the feel of his lips on mine as I sniffle through my tears. "Okay."

He nods and presses his forehead to mine. "Okay."

"Okay."

The drive home is quiet. Sue and Dad talk to each other but they both give me my space. It's good. I need it.

A week goes by and Edward and I talk each night. School starts and I have to work at night to get my schedule worked out. Between meetings and papers and a bunch of prep work I need to read, our phone calls are cut short.

Another few weeks go by and between moving and work, our phone calls diminish to a mere: "Hello... How are you doing? I miss you. Good night."

I miss him so much, my chest hurts. Work keeps me busy, thank God for that. It's everything I wanted. The kids are wonderful and once I'm completely moved into my own space which includes my own furniture and everything, I start to relax more. I settle into a routine, and contact with Edward picks up once again.

I meet with Rose for coffee a couple of times a week and in a short amount of time, she becomes one of my best friends. She understands my struggles and says she wishes Edward were here. I agree.

But then the more sensible part of me takes over. It would be ridiculous for him to move all this way—change his entire life—for me.

I just need to convince myself that I haven't fallen in love with him. I'm afraid my heart doesn't agree with this.

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