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Last Chapter:

He squeezed me to him to make his point.

"Well then we should stay this way, you know in the name of safety and all that," I joked.

"I concur," he said, nuzzling his face into my neck, placing soft kisses there.

I had never felt so safe in my entire life.

"So, do you want to tell me what happened with Jacob?" Edward asked over our dinner of burgers and fries.

I sighed, dipping a fry into ketchup and shoving it in my mouth, I knew that I needed to tell him, but it didn't mean that I was going to enjoy it.

"Well, I came inside after you left and Jake made his feelings clear on our relationship. Things got a little heated and I ended up slapping him across the face," I said quickly. I kept my eyes trained on my plate. I didn't want to see the disappointment in eyes because of how I handled the situation. Crap, I was embarrassed for the way I acted.

Jake was one of my best friends, and he deserved better than being slapped across the face in anger. He was only being protective of me; something that he has done since we were little.

"Hmmm…," I heard Edward murmur. "Well he must have said something to make you really angry."

I snapped my head up, surprised by his statement.

"So you don't think that I was being immature?" I asked.

"No," he said firmly. "I mean you could have handled it better, but you did what you thought you needed to do in that moment. Jacob was probably not being very mature himself and he knows how to push your buttons."

"Yeah, I guess."

"You guys will work through this," he said after minute.

"You think so?"

"Yes."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked I wasn't sure that was the case. Maybe this would be the breaking point of Jake and me.

He cocked his head to the side staring at me intently, almost like he was trying to read my mind.

"Why aren't you sure?" he asked after a minute.

"You didn't see his face. He was so mad, I have never seen him like that before," I said, trying to explain.

"Bella, Jacob loves you. He has been your friend since birth He'll forgive you, just give him some time. Maybe I should go talk to him, maybe if I explain everything he will be more understanding of your position," he offered.

I stared at him in amazement for a minute, I couldn't believe that he would offer to go and talk with Jake, especially given the way his talk with Emmett had turned out, him with a black eye. Jake's fists are as big as Em's.

"You would do that?"

"Of course, Love. Jacob is important to you, so in turn he is important to me. I want to help you fix this, it is the least I could do since it is kind of my fault that you two are fighting."

I opened my mouth to argue with him about that, it was my own damn fault for keeping things from Jake. If I had been more honest then we wouldn't be in the situation.

"Don't argue with me about this, Bella; it is both of our faults. Let me take responsibility for my actions, please?" he begged slightly, grabbing my hands and covering them with his.

"Okay," I said, compromising. If he felt the need to take part of the blame, then I wasn't going to stop him. I knew that he felt the need to fix everything that he did in leaving, and who was I to hinder him in that quest.

"Thank you," he smiled sweetly at me, kissing my knuckles.

We cleaned up from dinner quickly. I didn't even fight him on helping. I just stepped aside and let him load the dish washer. See, I could compromise.

After all the picking up was done, we stood in the living room awkwardly. We needed to discuss sleeping arrangements.

"So, I can sleep on the couch," he said after a minute of both of us shifting on our feet awkwardly.

"No, there's more than enough room in my bed," I squeaked out.

"Bella," he said, running his hands down my arms. "I don't want you to feel that you have to offer me half your bed. It wasn't my intention when I offered to stay."

I don't know why, but I felt like he had just rejected me. I know that I was being silly. It was only sleeping arrangements, but I still couldn't help the sting of rejection that fluttered across my heart.

"That's fine, Edward, if you would rather sleep on the couch I can get you some blankets." I knew that my voice came out harsher then I intended, but I was feeling a little bitter.

"I wouldn't rather sleep on the couch, Bella! I just don't want you to feel pressured," he said defensively.

"Were just going to be sleeping right?"

"Of course!"

"Then why would I feel pressured?" I answered, cocking my eyebrow at him.

He grinned at me sheepishly. "Fine, your bed it is."

I showed him to my room and left him there to go get ready for bed in the bathroom.

I slipped on my white tank top and my dark blue shorts. I didn't think they were that short or tight until I was standing nervously in my bathroom in them.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I even brushed my hair out, pretty much doing anything to delay my return to my room, where a beautiful half naked Edward was.

After one final tug on the bottom of my shorts, I exited my bathroom. My breath caught in my throat at the sight in front of me. Edward was sitting on my bed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

I couldn't help myself. I found that my eyes had a mind of their own as they traced over the lines of his chest. He was different than the last time I had seen him like this; four years had changed him, but only in good ways. Edward had always been in shape, but the softness of youth was now gone. His chest looked hard and firm. The places along his abdomen, that use to be softer, were now taunt, and the muscles clearly defined.

It made me want to explore it with my fingertips.

Thankfully Edward was too busy staring at my bare legs to notice that I was molesting his chest with my eyes.

Maybe the couch would have been a better idea…..

I let him have another minute of staring before I cleared my throat.

"Sorry," he mumbled out when his eyes snapped up to mine.

"It's okay, I was staring also," I reassured him.

"So do you still sleep on the right side?" he asked, standing up giving me an amazing view of the rest of his body.

Yep, the couch would have definitely been a better idea.

"Yes." I was able to make my mouth work to answer him.

He smirked at me then, obviously knowing what he was doing. Well two can play at that game.

Giving him what I hoped to be an innocent look, I sauntered over to the bed and picked up the deep blue decorative pillows off my bed. Turning my back to him, I "accidentally" dropped the pillows onto the floor.

"Oops," I said, bending over with a slight wiggle and picked up the pillows.

Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew that I had his attention by the low groan that I heard come from his direction. I stayed in my position, picking up one pillow at a time. I may have even dropped a few back down again.

Before I had a chance to stand back up, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and tossed me onto the bed. In a blink of an eye, Edward was on top of me. His face was nuzzled into my neck, nipping and sucking his way up the column of my throat.

"You are dangerous," he moaned out between kisses.

"Not as dangerous as you," I replied breathlessly. "You should have left your shirt on."

"Ha," he barked out, nudging my legs open and settling himself in between him. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. I knew that I was being bold but I shifted my hips until I felt him right where it was screaming for him.

"Ugh…God, Bella," He moaned into my neck. Then his mouth was on mine, sucking and licking. I felt his tongue sneak into my mouth, stroking my tongue causing me to moan loudly. I don't what came over me, but I couldn't stop myself. I shifted my hips, rubbing myself against him.

That seemed to be all the encouragement that he needed, I felt his hand creep up my side, under my tank top and slowly cup my breast. I hissed in pleasure. He was gentle at first, his touch was almost reverent. Then something changed, his touch became rougher as he kneaded the mound roughly.

I started to rock against him, pressing our clothed junctions against each other, slowly at first, but soon my movements became frantic. His erection was pressed firmly against my clit. He joined in, pressing me repeatedly into the mattress with his hips. I could feel my orgasm building, not that it was hard, I hadn't had a given orgasm since the last one Edward gave me four years ago.

"Don't stop," I gasped out, pulling away from his mouth. I arched my back pressing my breast into his hand.

"Come on, Love, cum for me,"

Then I felt him pinch my nipple between his fingers and that sent me over the edge, I was free falling as my inner muscles clenched furiously.

His hand left my shirt slowly, trailing back the way it came. His mouth pressed against mine a few more times, not so frantic this time.

"That was….," I started to say in between pants.

"Amazing?" he finished. He pushed himself off of me and rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him.

"Are you…do you want…?" I started, nervousness apparent in my tone. I knew that he hadn't released and I was feeling a little guilty about the one sided orgasm.

"Bella, I'm fine. I've waited four years, I think that I can wait a little longer."

I started at him curiously for a second. Did he mean that he had waited four years for me? Like no one else had been there with him?

"So, you haven't been with anyone else?" I asked shyly.

"I have only been with one person and I only ever intend on being with one person," He stated seriously, his emerald eyes conveying his love and affection for me.

"Oh!"

"Yes, Oh! I love you, Bella, I couldn't ever do that with someone else. It wouldn't have been right. I couldn't bare the thought of sharing that experience with someone else."

I thought about what he had said for a second, my heart filling with love and joy. Even though I would have never broached this subject, I was glad to know that he hadn't been with anyone else.

"I haven't been with anyone else either," I confessed.

His chest reverberated with chuckles. "I figured that, Love."

"How?" I asked.

"Well you told me that you hadn't dated until Riley and well I hoped that he hadn't been lucky enough to experience your gift."

"Oh," I said lamely.

"I love you," He said softly.

"I love you, too."

I adjusted myself until I was resting on his chest, listening to the faint sound of his heart beating, I decided to broach the subject of James and what we are going to do about it.

"So…" I started.

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do about James?" I asked with uncertainty in my voice.

"I'm not sure there is a whole lot we can do, unless he makes a move," be said. "As much as it pains me to do nothing, I don't think we have much of a choice."

"Hmmm…I can't help but hope that he will just go away," I said snuggling closer to him.

"Maybe he will, but until we know for sure that he has, I want to stay here with you. Just in case."

I thought about what he said for a moment. I wasn't totally against the idea, plus it would save me from fighting with Em about staying with him.

"Okay," I said after a minute.

"Really? Okay? You're not going to fight with me about this?" He asked in shock.

I rolled my eyes, even though he wasn't able to see it. "I can compromise sometimes. My safety is important to you, so if it makes you feel better by staying here, then why would I say no."

He wrapped his arms around me tightly, hugging me to him. "I love you, Bella."

I stayed silent for a minute, part of me wanted to tell him it back, but I was still scared. Scared that he was going to hurt me. I was being silly; I knew in my heart how I felt about him, even if I kept it quiet. Him leaving again would hurt no matter what, so not telling him out of fear was just downright silly.

"I love you too, Edward," I whispered against his chest. I felt, rather than heard his sharp intake of breath upon my confession.

"I thought I would never hear you say that again," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"I never stopped loving you, it seems silly now not to tell you," I admitted.

Instead of replying he grabbed my chin gently and tilted my face up, placing his lips softly against mine. This wasn't a desperate kiss or even one full of unrequited passion; it was a kiss full of love and hope.

He didn't take any farther than a few adoring brushes. Once we pulled apart and settled back into our pre kiss position I decided to broach the subject of his invitation to the club opening.

"So Friday…" I started.

"What about it?"

"Do you still want us to come to the club opening?" I asked timidly. I wasn't sure with the threat of James hanging over our heads that he would want me so out in the open, plus he would be busy that night, too busy to "baby-sit".

"Why wouldn't I want you guys there?"

"Well, you know, with the thing with James and all..," I rambled.

"That makes me want you there even more. I wouldn't spend the night freaking out about your safety, not with you right in the same room as me, plus your brother and Jasper will be there."

I guess I could see his logic in that. "Okay, I thought I would just make sure you wanted me there."

He tilted my head up again so that he could look me in the eyes. "I always want you near me, Bella, never doubt that."

I could feel my eyes start burning with tears. I blinked rapidly, trying to stop them.

"Oh my silly girl," He chuckled, pulling me even closer. "Let's get some sleep; we've both had an emotional day."

"Good night, Edward," I mumbled from my place on his chest.

"Good night, Love."

The rest of the week seemed to fly by; between work and Edward I barley had a moment to myself. Thankfully, I hadn't heard or received anything else from James, maybe it was just a one time thing.

Thursday night seemed to be the first evening I would have to myself, Edward had to work late, but when I finally made it home I found a black haired demon ransacking my closet.

"Mary Alice Brandon, what are you doing in here?" I asked sternly, when I found her in a knee deep pile of clothes.

"I am trying to find you a proper dress for tomorrow!" She huffed, pulling another dress from my closet, and then clucking her tongue before tossing it onto the ever growing discard pile.

"I can dress myself," I knew it futile to argue with her, but for monkeys sake I was looking forward to evening to myself.

"No you can't."

I just huffed and plopped down onto my bed. I give up; it's not worth the fight.

"So what are you wearing?" I asked in feigned curiosity.

Her head poked out of the closet. "The dress I decided upon has a silver corseted top and a white ruffled skirt. I think I am going to pair it with my new silver gladiator heels."

"Sounds cute."

"It's more than cute - it's perfect!" She huffed before turning back to my closet.

"Hey?" She called out, her voice muffled by clothes.

"Yeah," I said, lying back onto my bed, I had a feeling that we were going to be here for a while.

"Where is that red dress I forced you to buy a couple of months ago?"

Crap! I had hoped that she had forgotten about that dress. I had expressly hid it in the back of my closet, hoping to never see it again. Not that it wasn't a stunning dress - It was, but it was bright red and tight. Two things that I tried to avoid at all costs, especially paired together.

"Never mind, I found it," she sang out.

Great!

She walked out of the closet, the red dress in hand. "This is what you are going to wear," she declared in triumph. I glared at her for a moment, trying to figure out how I was going to get out of wearing it.

"It's not going to work," she said tossing the dress next to me.

"What's not going to work?"

"Whatever you're thinking about so hard. You are going to wear this dress, Isabella. You want to know why?"

"Why?" I whined.

"Because you want to look hot for one, but you also want to show Tanya who's the boss and red is a power color," she explained. Crap, I hate when she's right.

"Fine, I'll wear the dress."

"Yay!" She chirped bouncing up and down on the bed next to me, and clapping her hands. "I will be back tomorrow evening to get ready with you!"

I just nodded my head in agreement. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" I asked pushing myself off the bed.

"Sure! What are we having?"

"Hmm…Let's go see what I have," I said ushering her into the kitchen.

After a dinner of chicken fajitas, we were seated on the couch both with a glass of wine in hand.

"So you and Jake are fighting?" she asked after a taking a sip of her wine.

"Yes, but how do you know?"

"Jake called me," she said with a sour look on her face.

"Explain that look please,"

"Well, he called me wanting to rally the troops for an intervention of sorts, mostly he just wanted to get everyone together to talk some sense into you, but once he figured out that I was on the "in", he basically cussed me out and hung up on me," she explained.

"Oh, Alice, I hate that you guys are in the middle of all of this. I should have just told Jake in the beginning."

"Yeah, but it's not like you purposely kept it from him either. He's been busy since announcing his engagement, it's not like you guys have spent all this time together and you were flat out lying to him."

"I guess, but still…" I started.

"Nope! Bella you are a grown women, you don't need someone here holding your hand and making all your decisions. Crap, your own brother has given you guys the go ahead," she pointed out.

"That's true."

"Jake will come around," she said, downing the rest of her wine.

"How do you know?"

She just tapped her temple like she always does. "Just give him time," she advised. "So are you excited about tomorrow night?" She asked, leaning back against the couch and pulling her legs up under her.

"Yes and no."

"Why the no?"

"I am worried that Tanya will cause a big scene or something along those lines," I explained.

"Well she would be stupid to do anything at her job, plus you will be surrounded by people, causing a scene will only make her lose face - not you."

"I suppose," I agreed. She did have some valid points, she would be stupid to start a fight at the club she was promoting, plus I really didn't see her starting something right in front of Edward.

"Don't worry so much, tomorrow night will be fine," she said after a minute. "But I better get home; Jasper will wonder what's keeping me."

"I'm sure he will figure that you are still buried in my closet."

"Funny, but sadly true."

I walked her to the door. "So I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked as I held out her jacket for her.

"Yes I will be here at six sharp with Rosalie in tow," She informed me as she bounced out my door.

Later that night as I lay in a sleeping Edward's arms, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous about the following evening. I just hoped that Alice was right this time and there is nothing to worry about.

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