This is for Kiroku, for being so encouraging and convinced me to carry on writing. Well, begged me to carry on, but I don't have a problem with that! So this is for you!

I left Cam to show Edward around the house, leaving the low rumble of their conversation behind as I headed upstairs to catch a quick shower before going to dinner

I left Cam to show Edward around the house, leaving the low rumble of their conversation behind as I headed upstairs to catch a quick shower before going to dinner. The water was refreshing and rejuvenating, washing the day away, leaving me feeling newborn as I stepped out of the shower and melted into a huge, fluffy towel. I sang softly to my self as I padded barefoot into my bedroom and pulled on a fresh set of underwear and roughly towel dried my hair. I rummaged in my draw, searching for an elusive can of mousse to tame my hair, as I mulled over what to wear, considering Cam had reserved a table at the fanciest restaurant in Port Angeles.

Finally, I decided on a deep green blouse that Jess had persuaded me to buy, despite it revealing far too much cleavage than I was happy with. I slipped on a black spaghetti strap top to combat this before pulling on my jeans, only to discover I had left them in the bathroom. Cursing, I sprinted back to the bathroom, bursting through the door and colliding with something. I braced my self for a crash, shutting my eyes tight. But, instead of falling against the cold floor, I found myself hitting something soft and comfortable.

I opened my eyes, slow and timid; blinking as I looked down at the boxer short clad Edward, his face concerned as he steadied me, firm arms wrapped around my waist. I gasped, sitting up sharply, my face burning with embarrassment.

"I left my jeans," I croaked, suddenly aware of the fact I was wearing practically nothing. And I was sprawled across an equally half naked boy.

"Cassandra," he whispered, his voice smooth against my ear like soft velvet as he leaned up on his elbows, bringing himself closer to me. I felt my heart stutter. "You confuse me."

I glared at him, studying his face. His eyes flashed mischievously, his mouth bent into same crooked smile. At such close proximity, I could begin to understand why he had such an effect over the girls at school.

"Really," he murmured, a low chuckle shaking his toned chest. "First you claim you've no interest in me, and then you're suddenly throwing yourself at me, barely clothed."

His arms were still around my waist, strong and powerful and he was leaning so close that I could feel his sweet breath on my face. I breathed deeply, collecting the pieces of myself that had scattered across the bathroom and piecing myself back together.

"Very funny," I said primly, reaching past to grab my jeans, shivering a little as my skin brushed against his. I brandished my jeans at him, proving my point before swiftly detangling myself from him and jumping to my feet. I was overly aware of his eye's lingering on me as I made a quick exit.

I slammed the door to my room, bolting it just in case. Flustered, I sank onto the bed, staring at my reflection as if it were a stranger. I clutched at the quilt, replaying the whole scene in my head. Had that really just happened to me? And more importantly, why had it made me feel so breathless?

Shaking my self, I lay back on the bed, stretching over to hit play on the stereo, focusing on steadying my breathing as the raw sounds of Cold War Kids filled the room, erasing any thoughts or feelings relating to the boy who was now showering in the next room. I blushed furiously as an unwanted image of Edward showering, water running down his muscular figure, popped into my head before I could force it away.

Turning the music up so loud the room shuddered, I focused solely on the strong voice that sang from the speakers as I dressed, singing along loudly as I pulled on my jeans and blouse, fiddling with my hair till it sat neatly, framing my face just so. I grabbed my tiny cosmetic bag and applied what little make up I had before checking my reflection on last time then ran down the stairs to speak to Cam.

"You look nice," he observed as I skidded into to lounge, where he was shoving the last few necessities into a black duffle bag.

"Thank you," I mumbled, smoothing down the shiny material of the blouse. He smiled, his grey eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't read then handed me the number of the hotel he would be staying in, along with enough money for dinner. I took them silently, biting my lip.

"You ok, Cassie?" he asked, his eye's turning troubled as his face creased in concern. I smiled and shrugged a little, insisting it was nothing. He tilted his head, trying to get a better reading on me. "Ok then. Anyway, how do you like Edward?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to answer- and of what my answer even was. I played absently with my collar as I thought it over.

"I don't know. He's a little irritating at times. I can't really work him out- he's hard to read," I replied finally. I thought over my answer, and then continued. "But I guess he's ok, I don't dislike him. He seems nice."

Cam nodded, not saying anything. I leaned back against the couch, gazing out of the window, watching vacantly as the trees swayed against the breeze. I felt my mind start to slip into nothingness, all thoughts draining out of my head. I stared, wide eyed but not seeing, entranced by the movement of the trees, aware of nothing else.

I sat, dethatched and desensitized, when a sudden movement snapped me back into reality.

"Ready to go?" a voice asked, smooth as silk. I looked away from the window to find Edward, face bent close, one hand outstretched. I stared up into his deep green eyes and absently took his hand, nodding in answer to his question. He smiled and pulled me up with ease, as if I weighed nothing at all.

"Cassandra," Cam said, resting one hand on my shoulder, shaking my lightly. It was like waking up, jolting from an absent dream into reality. I blinked and shivered a little. My uncle smiled and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze. "Good girl."

Composing myself, I hugged him goodbye. Edward waited by the door, holding it open for me as we left.

Wellll, what do you think? Did the Cass/Ed scene work? Let me know!