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But this time he noticed my reaction and said, "I'll always be there to catch you when you fall."

BPOV

I didn't fall at all on the way up. I did stumble a few times but Edward did a mighty fine job at keeping his promise.

When he placed his hands on my hips I was a bit freaked out. Soon I realized that his hands were to ensure my safety. That thought filled me with unwelcomed and unexpected warmth. He was a perfect gentleman.

When we reached the top of the stairs his hands lingered on my hips for a moment before they let go. Without his hands I felt like I was weightless. That I would just float away; disappear into nothing.

He moved a step forward so he was next to me and offered his hand. For the tiniest millisecond he looked nervous but as fast as it presented itself, it was gone. I smiled submissively and grasped his hand gingerly. And to reassure him I gave his hand a small squeeze.

He grinned at me and continued the tour of his massive house.

"Down here," he started, pointing down the left side of the hallway. "My parent's room is straight down the hall and Emmett's room is to the right of theirs. This room," he said, pointing now to the door in front of us, "is Carlisle's study. The guest bathroom is the door next to it and the guest bedroom is the door directly across the hall from it. And here," he said, walking a few steps and touching a door that looked the same at the others, "In here is another set of stairs that lead to the third level where my room is," he concluded and headed for the stairway that lead back downstairs.

"Wait," I said rather loudly and pulled him back to me. "I don't get to see your room?"

I saw the corners of his mouth twitch but no real smile appeared. It both angered me and made my heart race double time. I realized that he mentioned the stairs to his room so I would ask about it. But he was also giving me a choice. I was the one calling the shots. He wasn't pushing me closer to the edge like everyone else was.

I felt him squeeze my hand so I turned my gaze, which had traveled to the floor, back to him.

"We can go back downstairs if you would like," he said, nodding towards the steps.

"No, no. I'm fine. I want to see your room," which wasn't a lie. I did want to see his room, I was just a bit conflicted.

"Only if you want to," he said seriously, his voice a bit husky.

"Will you quite with that," I said with an exasperated sigh. "I want to see your room. Now quit playing your stupid games."

He smiled and rubbed his thumb along the back of my hand in a steady rhythm. I rolled my eyes but let a faint smile onto my face. In a very short time I became impatient and tugged on his arm to give him the hint.

He released my hand and place his on my hips like before. I had to suppress a shiver that wanted to creep its way up my spine from the electric feeling of his touch.

"You ready?" he whispered sexily in my ear.

I nodded and started up the first few steps. I would have been a much shorter trip if I was focusing on the inclining ground instead of the hands of a god on my hips. It actually made me want to trip more; to feel his strong arms wrap around my waist protectively, holding me to his body. The thought caused me to trip once more and his arms hold me. Since he couldn't see my face I allowed myself to smile.

"This clearly isn't working, can I just carry you?" he asked, breathing into my ear.

The amazing scent of him washed over me and left me verbally stunned so I nodded, mind in a daze.

He dropped one of his hands to the back of my knees and the other one went to the middle of my back. He lifted me up swiftly and took the stairs carefully. I wrapped my arms lightly around his neck and rested my chin on his shoulder. He cradled me close to his chest and I absentmindedly played with a little of his hair. It was soft but thick and strong; much like Edward himself.

We reached the peak of the stairs but he still didn't put me down. Instead he walked down a short hallway to the only bedroom on the third floor. He shifted me so I was held fast between the wall and his body.

Inside the room he set me down gently and held my hips in his grip until he was sure I would not fall. I found it more irritating and degrading than I did sweet.

"Welcome to my room," he said, sounding bored.

The room was standard sized and was filled by a large white bed that had a black headboard, a black couch, and two dressers. On the wider one of the two dressers sat a series of filled compact disk racks. All of the CDs were straight and tight, cozy in its place.

"Very… beautiful," It came out weak and sounded more like a question.

He sat on the edge of the couch and peered up at me. He had a nervous glint in his eyes.

"Will you tell me why you wanted to… uh… yeah," he said, struggling for works. And then he added quickly, "and not just the short answers."

I really would rather not, I thought about saying. I'd rather be back in the kitchen were my death was so near. My thoughts were wild. But instead of saying my witty remarks I sat next to Edward, my eyes trained on the lines of the wood floor.

"My mom always looked after me after my parents got divorced. About two years ago she met a man named Phil and from then on he became her life. I remember on night about a year ago when I passed their bedroom Renee was telling Phil how she couldn't travel because of me. All I've ever wanted is for her to be happy. And that was when I made the arrangements to live with Charlie. He said that he would be happy to see me, but in truth it broke him. Every time I passed him or even said hello I reminded him of my mother and brought him pain.

"Around the time I realized his agony I befriended Alice. She is very different that I am but we still became the best of friends. Lauren was a girl at school that had a huge crush on Jasper and when she found out that they were dating she decided to start a rumor that I was sneaking around with Jasper. The rumor didn't bother me but Alice's reaction did. She had believed Lauren and not me. It hurt me so badly and all I could do was shut her out," my mind was going a million miles an hour and my eyes started to tear up.

"Because of Charlie I spent most of my time down on the beach at La Push. It was around noon on a Sunday when I met Jake. He was younger than I was but we started to talk and hang out. It was easy to forget my problems when I was around him; just to let go and have a good time. But it ended a few months later when Jake told me he didn't like me as a friend; that he loved me. I didn't and still don't like him anymore than as a friend," I paused to take a deep breath, my eyes still on the floor.

"When I told him that I didn't like him like that he became angry. I didn't think he would become violent but he did; throwing tools every which way. He only stopped when a wrench hit my arm and I screamed out. I ran in fear and haven't talked to him since. I spent the next two weeks in my room, living in silence. I convinced myself that no one really cared much about me. It wouldn't matter if I died. It would only have positive outcomes. What could be better than no pain?" she asked rhetorically.

Edward was quiet and still for a few tense moments. My hands were folded in my lap and my teary vision was on the floor still. I didn't know what else to say. And it didn't help that he wasn't saying anything. He probably thinks you're crazy. He's probably thinking of a way to get you out of his house without hurting your feelings. I told myself.

"Don't cry. I promise everything will be okay," he whispered into my hair, wrapping his arms securely around me and hugging me to him. I burrowed my face into his chest and let my tears soak his shirt.

"Please don't leave. Stay here," he said a little bit louder this time.

It took longer than normal for me to stop crying. I didn't even want to think about how long it would take my face to turn back to its normal pale color. He lessened his grip and I looked up to see his face. He was even better looking than the mental image I had of him. His green eyes dazzled me for a moment and I found myself nodding. He gave me a smile and hugged me close once again.

"Thank you," I whispered back, feeling safe in his arms. "Thank you so much."

Was it okay? I know it's cheesy. And it will get more intimate. Just wait.

Please review. I'll update as soon as I have it typed.

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