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Chapter: 11: Giving In (Part 1)

(BPOV)

I stood outside the door listening to the beautiful harmony that I listened to every night that I had been away. I missed the comfort of his music. My CD was damaged on the trip home and it was much harder to sleep without it. As I listened to the final chords, I knocked on the door and held my breath as I waited for an answer. None ever came. I knocked again, but still no answer.

I knew he was in there, and not wanting to wait I grabbed the handle and slowly opened the door.

The room was empty.

I looked around and was mildly surprised that Edward's room hadn't changed much. The same golden plush carpeting covered the floor and the golden drapes also remained. The wall of books and music had been filled up and his twin bed had been replaced with a king four poster. The frame and headboard were wrought iron and braided into a beautiful ivy and rose display. The furniture had been re-arranged to allow room for a large over-stuffed black leather couch. The room was also surprisingly neat.

I figured I'd just wait for Edward to get back. As I continued to look around I saw what looked like a journal sitting on the bedside table. I knew I shouldn't, but my curiosity got the better of me and I grabbed the journal and plopped onto the bed to read it.

I the leather cover was a beautiful green, the same shade of Edward's eyes. His name was written in gold in the bottom right corner and the pages also had gold edges. I untied the gold string and opened to the first page. My mouth fell open as my eyes came upon a pencil sketch of me. Based on the length of my hair I recognized my seventh grade self. But how Edward knew exactly what I looked like two years after I left was beyond me. The next page answered that question.

August 22, 2005

I saw Charlie again after school today. He gave me this journal along with another picture. He didn't cry this time, though it looked as though he still isn't sleeping. I think the only nights he does sleep are the nights when Marie calls him. I wish she would call me. I still have hope that she will come back soon.

August 25, 2005

Charlie asked me to come over today. He gave me three more pictures and apologized to me, saying he was being selfish keeping them all to himself. I told him there was no reason to apologize, but he wouldn't hear it. Either way I'm elated to have more pictures of my beautiful Marie.

September 8, 2005

Only five days till Marie's birthday. Alice wants to make dinner and have Charlie over, but I told her no. Alice still doesn't know about the pictures or that I go see him. I still think that Charlie seeing Alice would be too much for his unstable state of mind. Charlie misses Marie as much as I do.

September 13, 2005

Happy Birthday my Love. Wherever you are I hope you are safe and happy. I miss you so much…

I was startled by a door opening at the other end of the room. Steam poured out of what I forgot was Edward's bathroom and out walked the most erotic sight I had ever seen.

Though most of him was blocked by the towel he was using to dry his hair, I could see the water that clung to the skin of his perfectly chiseled arms and stomach. Another towel hung deliciously low on his hips and I found myself unconsciously licking my lips. He took a few steps before he stopped and turned around. His back was almost as gorgeous as his front. His toned physique rippled as he threw the first towel over the door. My mind panicked as I realized he was about to turn around and catch me with his journal, and I sucked in my breath making a small sound.

Edward spun around immediately and seemed to freeze upon seeing me there.

"Hello, Edward," I said deciding not to loose control of the situation. I was here for a reason and I would leave after my mission was accomplished. Edward, however, didn't respond. I couldn't help my gaze travel along his half naked form. His skin, normally pale, was slightly pink from the heat of the shower and his muscles were clearly defined as they trembled from his shock.

I tried again. "You need some help getting dressed or should I go ahead and strip down with you?" I put on my best come hither look and hoped I got through his shock. I didn't think I could touch him without trying to jump him in the process. It worked.

"What the hell are you doing with my journal?" He looked terrified.

"I asked you first," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Huh? You asked me something?" His face said his confusion was real.

I decided to see how far this could go. I know he's angry at me, but anger can quickly become sexual desire and I might burst if I don't touch him soon. I smirked at him. "I said, do you need some help getting dressed, or should I just strip down with you?" The play of emotion on his face was amusing, but the unmistakable darkening of his perfect emerald eyes had my panties soaked. This was going to be fun.

His body loosened as he slowly sauntered towards me with my favorite crooked grin on his face. "Why Miss Swan, is that an invitation?" My breath caught and I realized that I was possibly in over my head. My body was vibrating with anticipation and my temperature seemed to be rising with every step he took. Trying my best to maintain composure I replied, "It could be. Would you like to find out?" I didn't have a plan at all and I was hoping he would let up soon. "Maybe. What do you want?" And there's my out.

"I want my ring back Edward," I replied forcefully.

He stopped about six inches away from me and my breath caught. "Is that so, Miss Swan? And what do I get in return?" If it was possible, his eyes darkened even more as he reached out and touched my bottom lip. My lip tingled where he'd touched it and my skin was practically humming. I felt the most intense ache in my core. I couldn't hold back any more. My fingertips ran up his arms to his shoulders and I grasped a hold of the solid muscle. I pulled my self up to my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "You can have whatever," I kissed his neck, "you," I nipped at his jugular where I could see his pulse pounding, "want," I licked the lobe of his ear and blew a cool breath on the damp skin. I felt the goose bumps rise on his arms before I was suddenly falling back on the bed with Edward's hands tightly holding my hips. We hit the bed and the heat from his skin immediately warmed my own. The weight of his body felt perfectly arousing. His mouth crashed into mine and I lost all control. All I could think about was the way his lips felt on mine. His tongue was soon begging for entrance into my mouth. I complied willingly and our tongues began to dance. His breath was warm and tasted of cinnamon. His hands danced over every part of my body he could reach, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touched. One of my hands locked in his hair and held his face to mine, while the other hand grasped his back trying desperately to pull him into me. His hands soon found the hem of my shirt and they began a torturously slow ascent up my stomach towards my breasts. He lightly touched every inch of my skin until he finally reached my bra. He pulled his head away and looked me in the eyes, silently asking permission to keep going.

I knew I should stop this. I knew I should tell him no.

But I didn't.

My need for him over-powered every other thought in my head and I smiled at him. I then nodded before pulling his lips back to mine. As Edward's cool fingers found there way under my bra, my breathing got heavier. When they found my already rock hard nipple, I moaned unwillingly. He caressed the sensitive pebble and gently squeezed my breast before he suddenly pinched my now uber-sensitive nipple. My hips bucked automatically, and I moaned even louder. The pressure of his thigh on my clit was fantastic. He pinched again and my hips bucked again, though I practically screamed this time. He'd lowered his leg and the added pressure from being closer was almost enough to send me over the edge. My hand slid down from Edward's back to his towel-covered ass and I pulled him flush against me. I ground myself on his thigh, my body begging for release. His mouth left mine and began a slow fiery trail down my jaw and neck. I couldn't take it much longer. My body was screaming for him. Nothing mattered anymore, other than I wanted him to…

"Take me, Edward."

A/N: That's it for this chapter :D So I decided that as soon as I get 10 reviews I'll post the next chapter. Otherwise it won't be up till Thursday night. Let me know if there is any confusion on that timeline by the way.

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