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A/N: Back to Edward's POV for this chapter, I hope you enjoy it. Bella and Edward's outfits for this chapter are on my profile.

Edward's POV

Over the next three days I tried to think about the Bella situation as little as possible. She hadn't called and I had a feeling Alice may have warned her off. I hadn't talked to Alice yet because I was afraid of what she'd say, I was expecting an ear chewing of the highest degree.

Jasper told me to just forget about it. Pretend it never happened. But I couldn't. And not just because I was wary of the consequences, but because a very tiny part of me wanted Bella to call. I hadn't voiced this yet, or even admitted it to myself, but there was a voice which sounded suspiciously like Jasper saying, "Maybe it's time to look for some sort of a serious girlfriend"

I didn't know how to date a girl. I didn't know how to woo them over time and how to meet their parents. All I knew was how to sweet talk and smile my way into their pants, which never required me to have to make serious conversation for a considerable amount of time. On a date with Bella I would, I'd have to sit in a coffee shop or a restaurant and talk to her.

That evening I returned from my last lecture of the day to find Jasper sitting on our worn out thread bare couch watching tv with a notepad in his hand.

"Hey" I waved as I threw my stuff on the ground by the door and made my way to the fridge.

"Shh!" said Jasper sharply, "I need to watch this for Media Studies tomorrow"

"Oh, sorry, narky" it was unusual for Jasper to put so much effort into course work.

"Sorry, I need to do this report good or I fail" he explained.

"Pause it. You want anything to eat?"

Jasper shook his head and returned his attention to the screen. I had just started making myself a sandwich when my phone rang. I flipped it open and held it between my shoulder and cheek as I continued slicing ham, "Hello?"

"Edward?" said a nervous voice, "This is Bella"

"FUCK!" I cursed loudly as my hand slipped in momentary shock and the knife I was holding cut my palm.

Jasper turned quickly and jumped over the back of the couch, "THE Bella?" he mouthed to me.

I nodded and motioned to him to go away. He didn't.

"Oh sorry, I shouldn't have - "

"No Bella, Bella, listen. Sorry, that wasn't over you. I just cut my hand off something" I said quickly, for some reason I didn't want her to hang up.

"Oh right. Well erm . . how are you?"

"Fine" I replied, not knowing what to say I added, "and you?"

"I'm ok thanks. I was just ringing because I was wondering if you wanted to maybe get a coffee or something this evening?"

"Ermm I- " I very nearly said yes, then bottled it, "I'm sorry. I can't, I have a term paper due" I lied.

"Oh" she said that a lot I noted.

"But I couldn't make it tomorrow night?" I blurted out.

Jasper looked at me incredulously, "what are you doing?!" he whispered.

I chucked a slice of bread at him to shut him up and turned my back to him, "Bella?"

"I said 'that would be great' "

"Oh sorry, I didn't hear you. Jasper . . " I trailed off.

"That's ok"

"I'll meet you at Starbucks on Parnell Street at eight tomorrow?" I don't know why I said eight, it's the time they always agreed on in the movies.

"Yeah" she said enthusiastically.

"Ok, well I guess I'll . . see you then" I finished rather lamely.

"Bye"

"Bye"

I flipped my phone close and turned to Jasper who was looking at me like I'd grown a second head. My hand was dripping blood onto the counter but I took no notice.

"What did you just do?! You were meant to forget about her!"

"I know! I know! I don't know what came over me, I shouldn't have asked her"

Jasper paced in front of me then said, "go back to my original plan. Go out with her tomorrow, be the most ignorant asshole you possibly can, God knows you won't have to try very hard"

I shot him a look.

"Then she won't want to see you again"

"Yeah, maybe . ." I said, not really listening to him anymore as he continued to waffle on about how to make me seem unappealing.

One part of me wanted to see Bella again, I'm pretty sure that part of me was my cock. But the other part of me, the part of me that knew nothing should take importance over my future told me to stop this thing before it got any further. I should just stand her up tomorrow evening. Then she'd definitely never want to see me again. The image of Bella sitting alone in the coffee shop looking expectantly out the window every few minutes for me, glancing up hopefully every time the door opened only to be disappointed again, flashed before my eyes. I saw her leaving, her shoulders stooped and her walk heavy, trying not to cry.

I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't bear to think of myself as the one who made her chocolate eyes well up with tears. I would meet her tomorrow and let her down gently, I would tell her the truth. That I couldn't sacrifice my degree for anything.

So the following evening I dressed very carefully, something I had never done for a girl and at five to eight I got into my car and drove the short distance to Starbucks. I could see Bella through the window, already at a table, warming her hands around her cup.

I sat in my car for a few minutes before finally summoning the courage to open the door. The bell tinkled as I entered the shop and just as I'd imagined Bella's eyes looked up hopefully and her face cracked into a smile as she saw me. She was dressed very differently than she had been at the party when she'd worn next to nothing. Today she was wearing a navy cardigan over a vintage Blondie tee with a denim mine and leggings which she teamed with simple flats. (A/N: Outfit on profile) It suited her, her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and her brown eyes met mine.

I pulled out the chair opposite her, "Hi"

"Hi" she said breathlessly.

"Sorry if I'm a little late" I said awkwardly.

"No, no, you're right on time"

"How've you been?" I asked, making the dreaded small talk.

"Good, busy with course work"

"What is it you're doing? You never told me at the . . at the party" I had wanted to avoid mentioning it.

"Journalism" she said quickly, she looked down to try and disguise the blush now creeping into her cheeks, "you?"

"I'm in my fourth year of medicine"

She said nothing and either did I. The deafening silence becoming gradually more awkward the longer we sat there.

"Would you like to go somewhere?" I said suddenly, "like, back to my room?"

"Emm yeah, sure" she said.

We stood up, she slung her worn out leather messenger bag over her shoulder and we and made our way to my car. She slid into the passenger seat and I turned on the radio as we sped around the corner.

"I like this song" she said as John Parr's Man In Motion came on.

I nodded, "it's good"

We didn't say anything else until we reached my dorm building.

"Is your roommate in?" Bella asked.

"No"

Any thoughts she may have had of us going back to watch a dvd or have another drink were dispelled at my answer. I wrapped my arm around her small waist as I unlocked the door to my room. As soon as we were inside I kissed her and I immediately felt my confidence return. This was what I was good at. My tongue slid between her lips and into her warm mouth as I backed her into my bedroom. We felt onto my bed and I crawled on top of her, my hands pushed her cardigan from her shoulders before snaking under her top.

I could feel my erection growing as I watched her eyes flutter closed in pleasure as I kneaded her soft breast. She pulled my striped shirt over my head as I moved to kiss her neck. My hands devoured her body as I removed her remaining clothes. The blush crept into her cheeks as she found herself clad in only her underwear under me. My hand found it's way into her damp panties, I stroked her folds and she moaned. I continued to rub her clit as I sucked her neck, her hands ran down my bare back and she arched into me. I pushed a finger into her, my free hand unbuttoning my jeans. I wanted her. I wanted her now more than I had that night at the party.

I removed my hand from her heat and sat up, straddling her, "have you ever given head before?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No but . . I want to"

"That's what I hoped you say" I smiled seductively at her.

I moved off her and she dipped her head. Her tongue swirled around my tip before she engulfed me. Her warm, soft tongue was obviously inexperienced but I didn't care. I could feel the familiar feeling bubbling in my stomach and I wrapped at a hand in her hair, pulling her head up.

She looked at me, confused. I lay her down and reached into the nightstand. I tore the little foil packet open with my teeth and handed the condom to her, "put it on me"

"I never- "

I placed a hand over her mouth and nodded encouragingly at her, lust clouded my eyes. I felt her small hand roll the rubber onto my length and I swallowed a moan. I didn't moan for people.

She opened her legs and I leaned over her, supporting myself with my arms as I shoved into her. She gave a small cry of pain and I thrust in again. Eventually her forehead uncreased and the blush subsided from her cheeks as a look of ecstasy crossed her face. I couldn't understand how someone could go from being so charmingly innocent to down right sexy in a matter of seconds.

I pounded into her, her legs wrapped around my waist. The feeling of her nails digging into my back muscles as she climaxed sent me over the edge and we both feel into the abyss together.

A/N: So yeah, that's it. Hoped you liked it. I'll review tomorrow depending on how many reviews I get! So review, review, review!