On with the story...
Previously:
I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even think. Before I knew it I leapt at Edward and kissed him. His arms snaked around my waist and he kissed me back.
BPOV
I knew it was wrong. I knew it couldn't possibly end well for me but something about this just made it feel so right. It was Edward, a man who I had once been completely in love with, my first love actually and right now I was unsure of my feelings for him at the moment. I was so confused and overwhelmed that I couldn't do anything but let myself go and give in to what I wanted. Edward.
The kiss began slow and loving, full of all the old memories and feelings we had for one another. But it gradually turned into something deeper. Passion began to flare up between our lips and the longer we had for one an other.
I felt his lips begin to part and his tongue gently sweep across my bottom lip. I granted him entrance and our tongues danced together. It was impossible not to feel the electricity flowing between us. It was incredible.
All of a sudden Edwards phone began to ring in his pocket, which woke us both up to the reality of the situation we found ourselves in.
Edward was engaged, and I could, under no circumstances fall in love with him again. Never.
We pulled away, staring at each other, and breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss. I took a step back from him, never breaking eye contact with him. He looked at me with an expression that was conflicting.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, as I quickly turned went into my apartment and shut the door behind me without looking back at Edward.
I leaned back against the door. I could feel the tears pouring down my face.
"Bella? Please! Open the door!" I heard Edward yell from the other side of the door, but I didn't move. I just couldn't, it was almost as if I had gone into shock.
After ten minutes he gave up and I listened as he walked away from my door and back the way he had came.
What had I done? More importantly, what had I started?
EPOV
Amazing… the only word I can think of to describe it.
I felt Bella's lips on my and I felt like I had no other choice but to respond. The feel of her next to me, the electricity that flowed between us was just to much to resist. I kissed her back with everything I had. All of the feelings I hadn't realised I still had for her just released into this one kiss.
But then my phone began to ring and it was like an alarm clock waking you up from the most amazing dream. Suddenly it was like reality had stepped between me and Bella and I was no longer able to reach her. She stepped away from me with teary eyes.
"I'm sorry" she whispered and before I could even register what she ment, she was gone.
No! no! no! Not now. I couldn't just let her go like this, in this situation. I needed to talk to her, to try and work this out. I must have been hammering on her door for around ten minutes before I realised that it was no use. She wasn't coming back.
I walked back onto the street, dragging my feet along. It was raining but I didn't notice. I couldn't go back to the hotel, because it just didn't feel right, so I ended up in a bar just down the street.
I started knocking them back as I sat at the bar stool. After a while I pulled my phone out, realising I had never actually looked who had been trying to call. It was Tanya. A wave of guilt hit me so hard that I almost fell over.
Maybe my feelings for Tanya weren't has deep as they should be, but she didn't deserve to be cheated on.
I drank and drank until reality became nothing but a blur.
BPOV
I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. I was trying so hard to fall asleep, even though after tonight I knew it would be impossible. I needed to sleep, because I hadn't been sleeping well all week. Well to be precise, when Edward stepped back into my life. His kiss still lingered on my lips, and I couldn't close my eyes without seeing his face behind my lips.
I want to tell you it was torture, and unwanted feeling I wished would pass. But that would be a lie. Because in reality I loved it and craved it with every portion of my being… even though I knew deep down it was wrong.
Eventually exhaustion took over and I fell asleep.
I woke up to a loud banging and Jake barking his head off. I looked at the clock to see it was 3 am. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door, I really didn't want Jamie waking up. I once again brought Jake over to the door with me and opened the front door a crack. What I saw made me wrench it fully open and run to the person standing there.
Edward stood slumped against the door frame, with a bloody gash across his head and he was only partially conscience.
I managed to wrap his arms around my soldiers and lead him to my coach. I lay him back and ran into the kitchen to get the first aid kit. When I returned he was muttering something, under his breath. I was debating whether or not to take him to the hospital or not.
"Edward? Edward, can you hear me? I need you to talk to me baby!" I told him in desperation.
"You called me baby." He whispered, a smiling spreading across his face. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Edward! You had me worried!" I yelled, knocking his arm gently.
"Sorry" he replied, but it was slurred, as he fell into unconsciousness.
I smiled at his sleeping face. He may be bloody, dirty and sticking of alcohol, but he was still Edward.
Edward and Bella at her apartment late at night, what could possibly happen... Review please!