Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all of its beautiful characters. This story is loosely based off of plot lines from the original Beverly Hills, 90210 TV series. I have taken many liberties with them. No infringement is intended to any media franchise. The remainder is my original work .

Chapter 12
"Song of Myself"

"Who you are amazes me."

"I want to know everything about you."

Edward and I were still sitting in the cab of my dilapidated truck parked in front of my house. I stared at him slack-jawed, feeling a little awkward and unsure about how to accept and respond to his romantic declaration. I tried and failed to come up with a coherent reply while I replayed his words over and over in my head.

He had to know that he was the one that was amazing, not me. How I'd managed to even catch his attention to begin with still confounded me. Yet, somehow he had been able to pinpoint and dismiss all of my underlying fears before I'd even been able to give voice to them.

He gazed at me with smiling emerald eyes as he continued to soothe and reassure me. I took a moment to appreciate the way his bronze hair glistened in the early afternoon sunlight streaming through the passenger side window. He had never been more handsome to me than he was at that very moment. Edward was truly beautiful on the both the inside and out. So kind and accepting.

After he tenderly dried my traitorous tears, he pressed his lips to mine in a slow, gentle whisper of a kiss that conveyed comfort, warmth, and understanding.

I had yet to speak, make a move, or even so much as blink when the passenger side door suddenly opened and Edward slid off the worn, leather bench seat. He was around my truck and helping me out of my own seatbelt quicker than I could process what was happening.

He smiled his signature crooked smile that never failed to melt me into an unintelligible pile of goo as he helped me out of the truck.

My body slid sensuously against his as he lowered me down to the ground. I was acutely aware of the feeling of his hands on my hips, my waist, under my arms and subtly brushing against the sides of my breasts. When he had me steadied on my feet, he reached around to shove the creaky truck door shut with a resounding bang that seemed to be the catalyst needed to finally snap me from my stupor.

I blinked at him and then blushed when I realized just how carefully he had been watching me, as if I were a timid animal that he didn't want to frighten away.

"There you are," he whispered as he took a step forward, pinning me against the cab of my truck and softly brushing my hair away from my face and back behind my shoulder. "Now, are you going to show me that twin bed of yours or what?"

My heart rate quickened and my breath caught, my body reacting involuntarily to both his proximity and the teasing innuendo. One of his legs wedged between mine as he leaned into me, causing sensations that I had never before experienced to course through my entire being. And god did his thigh feel muscular. How had I not noticed that before?

His breath was hot on my ear as he pulled me from my anxious and insecure thoughts of inadequacy with feather light kisses to my neck. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"You're distracting me," I stated, earning an abrupt chuckle from Edward before he returned to his previous ministration.

"Mmm, well sounds about fair. You always distract me, mon petit chou." His fingertips ghosted up and down my sides causing me to tremble under his touch as he continued, "With your pretty smile, your big brown eyes, your long gorgeous hair, and these perfect pink lips." Before I could refute his ridiculous flattery his mouth was on mine once again, swallowing up my rebuttal. Not that I minded.

I didn't think I would ever tire of kissing him. I wanted to do it every minute of every day for the rest of forever.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I attempted to ask coyly against his supple lips, though I think it came out sounding like a plea for more.

He pulled back with a victorious grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well, that depends… Are you seducible, Bella?"

I shook my head no while simultaneously biting my lip to keep from yelling yes, because when it came to Edward I wasn't so sure that I had any boundaries. But I didn't think it would be very prudent of me to let him know that just yet.

He chuckled at the obviously indecisive expression on my face but let me off the hook with a simple, "Didn't think so."

I led him up to the small front porch where the relaxed mood he had created between us quickly wore off. I fished my keys from my bag and nervously fidgeted while I battled with the door to get it open.

I ushered him in first, toed off my flip flops, and dropped my overnight bag in the hall while I watched him take in his surroundings.

It was really quite absurd that I was so uneasy about showing him my home when I had spent the entire night wrapped up in his arms in a rather intimate embrace. I'd had absolutely no qualms about sleeping next to him, but being alone with him in my own space felt far more private. There would be no more secrets, no more walls to hide behind after today.

I took a deep steeling breath and forced myself to woman up and take the lead. We were at my house, after all; Edward shouldn't have to give himself the tour. I walked over to where he was glancing around the small living room and confidently took his hand in mine.

"So this is home," I said, gesturing around the room. "I've lived here my entire life."

"It's nice," he complimented.

"Thanks. Do you want a tour?"

"Of course. Lead the way."

"Well, this is the living room, obviously. My dad finally bought himself that flat screen on Black Friday last year. He'd been wanting one for years." I giggled at the memory. My dad had fussed and griped the entire time that we had waited in line at Best Buy to score the hot deal.

"A man can't properly enjoy a good baseball game without a flat screen," Edward sympathized.

"He said the same thing," I laughed as I tugged his hand and pulled him behind me towards the kitchen.

"The kitchen is my space. My dad's only allowed in here to make coffee in the morning. He burns everything."

"Hmm... So you can cook?" he asked, releasing my hand in favor of pulling me fully into his arms.

"Yep."

"Wow. Sounds like I have myself a real winner here. She has brains, beauty, and she cooks." My cheeks burned hot at his smooth talk. I wouldn't be able to contain my ego if he kept this up. "You know they say the way into a man's heart is through his stomach."

"Are you saying I need to bribe my way into your heart?" I asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Hardly." I couldn't fight back the victorious grin from his simple yet very serious answer.

"So, what's your favorite dish?"

"Well, I'm a growing boy so I'm pretty much happy with meat—any meat really—but I am a sucker for a good cheesecake. And cookies—peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies."

"Sounds like someone has a sweet tooth," I teased. "You just may be in luck. I happen to make an excellent cheesecake. It's one of my dad's favorites too. And I've never made the cookies, but I'm sure I can manage." The excited boyish expression on his face made me laugh.

"Mmm… My girl's going to make me sweet treats," he said in a silly voice as he started playfully nuzzling my neck.

I pulled away giggling shamelessly and tugged on his arm, "Come on. I want to show you my favorite part of this house."

"Your room?" he inquired with bright, mischievous eyes and a wiggle of brow.

"Nope!" He pushed his bottom lip out into a full pout and batted his obscenely long eyelashes at me, making it increasingly difficult to resist his charms. "Come on, you perv. This is even better. I promise."

He continued to mock pout, but followed after me without question as I led him through the sliding glass doors off the kitchen and out to the backyard.

"Wow. This is just…" he started, his mouth gaping as he took his surroundings.

"My dad," I answered simply.

"It's amazing. You would never guess that this was all out here."

I tried not to feel hurt by his words. I understood what he meant. We lived in a modest neighborhood in a small two bedroom home. No one would ever presume that this oasis existed just beyond the old redwood fence.

I guided Edward down the multicolored flagstone path that led to a small bench tucked underneath a wooden trellis. Bright blue morning glories climbed up the sides and cascaded over the top creating a fragrant canopy of shade. We sat side by side in the comfort of my happy place.

"My dad has been working on this yard for as long as I can remember. You would think that he'd hate to do any gardening or landscaping of any kind since it's what he does all day for a living, but I think it brings him peace. I come out here a lot to read and just… be."

"I can see why. It's beautiful out here."

My head fell naturally against his shoulder, and I delighted in the sweet smile I caught gracing his face out of the corner of my eye.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, Edward taking in the surrounding foliage and the lush gardens while I absorbed the warmth of the sunshine on my bare feet and the feeling of utter completion that his presence next to me in this sanctuary brought.

"My mom left when I was five, the day before I started kindergarten," I began turning to face him fully. Of course, I had already given him the abbreviated version but it was time for him to have the whole truth. He'd said that he wanted to know everything about me, and I finally realized that I really wanted that too.

Edward pulled my feet up into his lap, covering them both with a single warm hand and angled his body towards mine. His expression was soft but curious. It was the only reassurance that I needed to go on. I leaned forward hugging my knees to my chest and began to tell him my story.

"My mom, Renee, decided that she didn't want to be a mom anymore and that she was too good to be married to a lowly landscaper. She up and left us, relinquishing all of her parental rights to my dad. He was completely heartbroken by it. I could tell, even as a child." I paused as I considered giving voice to something I never had before. "He won't admit it to me, but I think she was probably cheating on him long before she ever left."

My tone hardened as I continued, "Anyway, she ran off with some sugar daddy—a loaded guy in Bel Air—who paid her way and showered her with expensive gifts. She's been with at least four different guys since then." I scoffed and then added, "That I know of anyway."

I sighed as I pondered all of the ways she had hurt my dad… and me. "I hardly ever hear from her. I get a birthday card or the occasional post card from some exotic location. She calls once or twice a year, but it's only to gloat about how much better her life is than ours. She's with some baseball player now, Phil Dwyer. He's a total asshole. Not that I even care. She hasn't been a mom to me in a long time. But I hate the way she throws it all in my dad's face. He just deserves better, ya know?"

Edward softly stroked the tops of my feet with one hand while he slicked the other down the length of my hair.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I don't know what to say. I can't even imagine why anyone wouldn't want to have you in their life, let alone your mom."

"It's okay. It's been just my dad and me for so long, that I've all but forgotten what it was even like to have her around. I look like her. I know it bothers my dad sometimes that he can see so much of her in me. I just don't want to end up like her."

"That's not gonna happen, Bella. You're too good, too sweet. It's not even possible. And I'm sure your dad is great guy. I mean, he raised you so he has to be. I'm sure he loves you for you, and not because of some inconsequential traits from your mom."

"I'm afraid if people find out where I'm from that they'll think I'm like her. That I'm a gold digger too." I spat the words.

"You mean if people find out that you're not from Beverly Hills?"

"Well, yeah." I shrugged.

"Where you're from doesn't make you who you are, Bella. Choices do. And you choose to be a good person. You choose to work hard to succeed. Your address doesn't matter. Not to me and not to anyone that really cares."

"You really mean that?"

"Of course. Do you think that I'm some sort of yuppie snob just because my zip code is 90210?"

"No! I could never think that about you."

"Well there ya go," he smirked as he turned the tables on me.

"Okay, I get your point."

"Do you?" His hand that was still unconsciously stroking my hair wrapped around the back of my neck as he leaned forward, bringing his forehead to rest against mine. "Bella, I hope you know that you can trust me. I really care about you. I like you… a lot."

"I do trust you, and I like you too. A lot. A whole lot."

His lips turned up into a sweet, shy smile that warmed my heart. A little part of me imagined what it might be like to hear him say another important L-word to me. I squashed that line of thinking as quickly as it started, reminding myself that we hadn't even been together for a full 24 hours yet. But the intense look Edward was giving me made me wonder if perhaps he was considering the same thing.

Instead of saying anything further, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips and then another to my forehead as he sat back.

"I'm glad we got that cleared up," he said with a grin. "So… not that I'm complaining, because I'm definitely not, but how did you end up at West Beverly? It seems kind of out of the way for you."

"Well, because it's a good school, has good funding, and mostly because of The Blaze." I shrugged as rattled off my answers. "Plus Jasper seemed to really like it there, and USC reserves a certain number of spots for West Beverly alumni. I really want to go to USC. It's all I've ever wanted."

"Yeah, you've made that very clear," he smirked. "Hmm… I guess I should be looking into becoming a Trojan too then?"

"What? No!" His gorgeous smile abruptly fell from his perfectly sculpted face, and I immediately wanted to take back what I'd said. "I mean, unless that's what you want. But you shouldn't change your plans because of me. You could probably get into some fancy private school or Ivy League." When he didn't say anything in return, I added a quiet, 'sorry,' feeling like a jerk for ruining our moment.

"It's okay. I was just teasing anyway." His words were light and dismissive, but his tone was unmistakably hurt.

"Edward…"

"So you knew Jasper before?" he asked, cutting me off and effectively changing the subject.

"What?"

"You said that Jasper seemed to like it at West Bev."

"Oh. Umm, yeah. He used to live in the house behind us," I said, pointing towards the back fence. "We went to grade school and junior high together when he lived with his mom. We were really close friends. He used to stay with me and hang out after school every day. His dad was out of the picture at the time and his mom was kind of worthless. My dad more or less raised us both. Jasper's mom was arrested at the end of our eighth grade year, and he was sent to live with his dad at the beach house. He ended up at West Beverly and I ended up at Walsh High School. Alone. I hated it."

"So your dad let you transfer to be with Jasper? That far?" Though he tried to conceal it, the jealousy in his voice was easy to detect.

"Not exactly. I had to do my research. I found out that West Beverly had an award winning school paper and accredited journalism program, and I won him over with that. Plus he knew how much I hated Walsh. It had metal detectors, the teachers didn't care, it was just bad. But in the end the transfer request was denied." Edward's eyes widened in concern. "By that time my dad was already gung ho on getting me into the school I wanted—that he thought I deserved. Plus, he's always had a bit of soft spot for Jasper. Anyway, he somehow convinced my grandma, my mom's mom, to let me use her address to attend West Beverly. She lives in an assisted living community near school. She was okay with it so long as she didn't have to do anything. And it's worked out… so far."

"That's good."

"You can't tell anyone."

"I won't. Promise."

"It's just, if someone were to find out that I'm not exactly a legal transfer I could get kicked out. It could ruin everything for me... The Blaze, USC, my friends… you."

"Well we can't have that," he said with a disarming smile. "You're secret's safe with me, mon petit chou, but I do think you can trust our friends. Everyone loves you. None of us wants to see anything happen to you." I blushed at his collect use of the word 'love,' a little wishful that he meant more by it than I knew he did.

"Maybe…"

"If Jasper knows, you at least have to tell Alice. She'll kill us if she finds out that both he and I know and she doesn't. You're one of the closest friends she's had in a long time. She really looks up to you."

"Well if I tell Alice, I might as well tell Rose too. She can't be the only girl in the group that doesn't know." When Edward's eyebrows crinkled in confusion I clarified, "Angela knows, of course, and I'm sure she's told Ben. Not that he would ever say anything. Then I might as well tell Emmett too, because how rude would it be for him to be the only one out of the loop. That's a lot of people, Edward. I'm just not sure."

He chuckled as I got myself more and more flustered. "Relax. Just think about it. You don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. I promise I won't say a word. We'll just have to be creative about how I spend any time at your house. You know Alice will catch on."

"Oh, I'm sure Jasper can keep her distracted for us." Edward visibly cringed at my implied meaning, and I giggled at his discomfort. He tickled me in retaliation and gave me a sweet peck on the cheek.

We eased into lighter conversation, spending the next hour or so enjoying the warm afternoon sun on our faces while we chatted about anything and everything. Edward and I had developed such a close and comfortable relationship over the past month or so. A little part of me was worried that when we finally got to this point that everything would change between us, but it hadn't. Or maybe it had, but in a good way.

I relished his every touch on my skin, the feel of his strong hands holding mine, and thrilled at the thought that I could now kiss him whenever I wanted. And he seemed to really like that part too.

A while later we had finally made it to the 'holy land' as Edward called it, or my bedroom as it was more commonly referred to. I sat on the bed quite amused and watched as Edward busied himself fiddling with my things and scrutinizing every picture and token I'd accrued throughout my lifetime. He was much more animated and inquisitive about being in my room for the first time than I was with him the night before. Apparently, this was a big deal to him—a very big deal.

I laughed as he set down the ridiculous Sadie Hawkins picture of Jasper and me wearing matching t-shirts from 7th grade, scoffing as I once again reminded him that nothing had ever happened between the two of us.

His fingers dragged over a nondescript manila folder lying haphazardly on my desk. He almost passed it by, but must have noticed the telltale blue lines of the crinkled piece of college ruled notebook paper peeking out with familiar handwriting.

"Passing notes, Miss Swan?" he teased with a quirked eyebrow.

He kept his eyes on me as he picked up the folder and casually flipped it open. "What other goodies have you got in here?" he asked, obviously trying to get a reaction from me. I said nothing, biting my lip to contain my nervous grin.

He began to thumb through the compilation of notes and letters. The mischievous glint in his eye led me to believe he was hoping to strike gold and find something from another of my friends or perhaps maybe some scribbling of his name in a heart. But his expression quickly changed into something softer with an underlining intensity that I couldn't quite pinpoint. "These all from me?" he asked, though more to himself. "You kept them? All of them?"

Taking a seat next to me on the bed he started reading through his own notes and letters to me. Every single one that I had received from him was stashed in that folder, all the way back to our first silly note in French class so long ago.

I reached over and snatched said note from him. I couldn't contain my smile as I recalled the day with absolute clarity. He had made some comment about how he liked it when I wore my hair down. It had been thrilling, flattering, and embarrassing all at the same time. Then when class started he'd turned to pass back a handout to the girl behind him, Maria I think, and she'd winked at him. He'd looked flustered and I couldn't resist teasing him a little. Of course he'd called me out on it.

My thumb ghosted over the word 'Jealous?' in his beautiful script. And then my eyes shot down to the bottom of the page. The last thing he had written was 'You distract me by simply breathing.' I suddenly recalled him saying something similar to me earlier today. Reading the words had been one thing, but hearing them…

I was abruptly overcome by the need to be close to him. Overwhelmed by affection for him.

We sat facing each other on the bed and suddenly all I could focus on were his lips. I wanted to tackle him down onto the mattress and kiss him until we were both breathless, but I felt inexplicably shy about initiating contact.

Somehow, by the grace of God, Edward must have read my thoughts because his body gravitated towards me until he was only a breath away. My hand caressed his cheek, detecting a hint of scruff that made it difficult to distinguish if he was truly a boy or a man.

"Kiss me," I whispered.

His lips met mine with a quiet passion and grace. Our soft, lingering kisses quickly became something more as Edward nibbled on my bottom lip and my tongue sought the warmth of his mouth.

We shifted on the bed, our bodies aligning in the most perfect way. My hands trailed down his back and up under his shirt with a newfound confidence that I didn't know I possessed.

God, he felt so good, smooth and unyielding under my fingertips.

I pulled his hips towards mine, seeking relief from the maddening tingles that his every touch was producing. His throaty groan made me feel like a wild woman who would stop at nothing to get what she desired. I wanted—no needed—him closer and closer still.

I felt his arousal pressing into me, making me feel equal parts of nervous and excited, maybe even a little proud. I shoved the nerves away and pulled back from our kiss just enough to look him in the eyes.

My legs spread, allowing him to slide easily between them. His eyes were heavy lidded with lust and his lips parted in awe as he slowly thrust against me giving us both the friction we desired right where we needed it. I heard a deep moan erupt around us and I wasn't even sure if it came from me, him, or both of us.

"My god, Bella."

He captured my mouth in another searing kiss as he continued to move on top of me, bringing us both to the brink of something divine. I writhed under him, wanting to get there and bring him with me—wherever there was.

"Edward."

Just as I felt something deep within me begin to tighten with anticipation and Edward's pace had become hurried and uncontrolled, I heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening.

"Bells, I'm home," My dad called out from the entry.

My heart lodged in my throat at the sound of his voice, and I watched all of the blood drain from Edward's face. Before I could even react to the interruption, he had already launched himself off of the bed and was frantically trying to straighten out his clothes. I stood and hopelessly attempted to smooth out my hair knowing that it must look like a wreck.

"Bells…" I heard my dad shout out again.

I looked over at Edward who was staring back at me wide-eyed with his hands clasped too innocently in front of him, his cheeks shining pink from our activities. I knew it would be more suspicious if I remained quiet so I yelled back, "In here, Dad."

I somewhat forcefully shoved Edward over towards my desk and whispered, "sit," just as my dad appeared in the doorway. If I hadn't been so nervous about being caught making out with a boy for the first time, his expression would have been comical.

"Oh… Hey. I didn't realize you had company," my dad said, announcing his presence, his voice quickly taking on a firm fatherly tone as he processed the situation.

His eyes flicked from me, to where Edward was sitting looking guilty as sin, to my bed, and back to me. I refused to let my eyes drift to the bed, knowing how disheveled it must look and that I wouldn't be able to conceal my shame from my dad.

"Yeah… Um, Dad, this is Edward Cullen. Edward, this is my dad, Charlie." I watched Edward's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard and stood to shake my dad's hand.

"I-It's very nice to finally meet you, sir… Mr. Swan," Edward greeted respectfully. My dad huffed in response.

"Edward, huh? Is this the same Edward that you were bawling your eyes out over while back?"

"Dad!" I chastised, mortified by his comment.

"Well is he?" he persisted.

"Yes," I replied in harsh whisper, feeling my cheeks flush in humiliation.

Edward no longer looked nervous; he looked rueful as he redirected his attention from my dad back to me. His eyes communicated heartfelt remorse and apologies as he held my gaze. I couldn't handle it.

I leveled my dad with a cold glare, trying to communicate that it was not cool to out me in front of the first boy I had ever brought home. My dad remained unrepentant, dishing back the same glare towards Edward.

"Be nice," I squeaked.

I grabbed Edward's hand in reassurance and turned to my dad. "Edward and I are together now. He's my uh… my boyfriend." I swallowed hard, the words sounding too good to be true coming from my mouth.

"A boyfriend, huh? Well he better not make you cry again." He gave Edward a pointed look, and then turned on his heel and stomped out of the room. I blinked after him. My dad and I rarely had any disagreements, but I was not pleased with how he had treated Edward at all.

"I'm not sure you two should be hanging out alone in your bedroom," Dad called down the hall a moment later.

I squeezed Edward's hand, too embarrassed to meet his sympathetic eyes, and tugged him towards my bedroom door. "Come on, we should probably go before I upset him anymore."

"Bella?" His broken voice stopped me in my tracks. "I'm s—" I pressed my finger to his lips.

"Please, don't." He pleaded with his eyes to apologize once again, but I was over the past. It had been one misunderstanding after another. I just wanted to move forward—together. He nodded and kissed my finger, bringing his hand up to cover it and hold it there.

"I don't deserve you."

"Nonsense. You already have me."

We joined my scowling dad in the living room. I dug through the fridge and brought him a beer to soften his mood. I handed Edward a Diet Sunkist with a shameless shrug. I guess I would have to start stocking Coke in the house too.

"So, Daddy, how was your day?" I asked in my overly cheerful daddy's girl voice. Edward snorted at my antics and then tried to cover it with a cough.

"Ah, it was alright I guess. Dodgers are playing the Giants tonight, so that ought to be interesting." I smiled at the quick transition to baseball. My dad had been spitting nails since all this drama and fan violence had broken out between the two California based teams.

"They're playing in San Francisco today, right?" Edward chimed in.

My dad did a double take and his lips twitched upward involuntarily as he realized he may have another baseball buddy.

"Uh, yeah. They're in Frisco."

I quietly slid into the background as my dad and Edward got lost in a world of stats and heavily stated opinions. You would think they managed the teams the way they were talking.

"You play?"

"Yep. Second base," Edward smirked.

"I'll be damned. I played second base in school too," my dad announced proudly.

"Really?"

And just like that, Charlie fell for Edward too.

Okay, maybe not. But they were definitely getting along, and that brought a content grin to my face.

I called Angela the moment I got home from dropping off Edward later that evening. I touched a cool hand to my cheeks, which were beginning to ache from my incessant smiling, while I listened to the line ringing.

"You slept with him?" was my unexpected greeting from my best friend. Her tone somehow managed to sound both accusing and shocked at the same time.

"Hello to you too," I quipped back.

"Yeah, yeah. Hello," she grumbled. "What happened? I talked to Alice and she said that you slept with her brother last night and that the two of you emerged looking very rumpled. She even texted me a picture of you all wrapped up in each other."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! When did you start talking like a gossip columnist? And yes I slept with him but not in the way that you're thinking. We shared his bed, with clothes on mind you. It was not some illicit affair. Not that I'm sure I would have minded..." I paused for a moment as I recalled the last thing that she said. "Wait. What picture?"

My phone chimed with an incoming message and I opened it to find a picture of Edward and me cuddled up together in his bed. We both had peaceful smiles on our faces as we slumbered, oblivious to the sneaky person who snapped the shot of us.

"Alice sent this to you?"

"Yep."

"How did she get this? I distinctly remember him locking the door last night."

"Who knows? She's Alice."

"Huh."

"It's cute though, right? You two look so sweet together," Angela gushed.

"Aww!"

We spent the next hour blathering about every detail of the past 24 hours. Angela told me all about her night with Ben too. Not over sharing, but spilling enough to make me insane with jealousy for that level of intimacy. Maybe someday soon I thought as my lust filled mind began to wander with the possibilities.

My phone chimed again, alerting me of a new text message. I gasped in excitement and read Edward's message aloud to Angela.

I miss you already, mon petit chou.

And a second later…

Rêves doux – sweet dreams.

That was the first night that I woke up panting while dreaming of Edward Cullen.

xoxo

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