AN: Okay well this chapter didn't go as planned either. Woops! I think you guys will enjoy it anyways.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Peter Damon."

We all stood up and applauded the happy couples appearance. Charlotte was gorgeous in a white sheath dress that hugged all her curves. She was positively glowing with happiness and contentment. I could honestly say that I had never seen her more beautiful. Peter looked dashing in a tux with tails. The wedding had been perfect. I didn't think anything could ruin it, but it was better to keep my ward on a tight leash.

When the applause died down and everyone turned back to mingling, I wrapped my arm around Emmett's. I was less worried about him and Charlotte, but there was still no reason to tempt fate. Besides sometimes I thought that Emmett really needed reining in.

"Come on, big boy." I teased. "You owe me a drink."

"I owe you a drink? It's an open bar. I'd say Peter and Charlotte owe you a drink ."

I shrugged. "Semantics. Come on, if I'm expected to dance in public later, I'm gonna need a little help."

We had our drinks before he asked to obvious question. "I saw you dancing, and all that talent couldn't just be my brother. You were good. So why don't you want to dance in public?"

"This may come as news to you but not everyone likes to be the center of attention."

Emmett faked a hurt a look, but the grin overtook it very quickly. "I promise not to do anything stupid and crazy. Does that make you feel better?"

"It would if I believed you."

Emmett waggled his eyebrows conspiratorially. I giggled. Oh god, this was going to be a long night.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Edward. I'd seen him earlier, before the wedding and had been a little shocked. Up until then I'd only seen him in blue jeans and t-shirts. I hadn't been expecting the fine figure he cut in a suit. It was jet black, and he'd attempted to control his fly away auburn hair. He was handsome. More than handsome, he was sexy.

I'd been unprepared for the feeling. I knew that Edward was good-looking, but other than that I had tried my best to ignore it. We had developed a difficult friendship and I didn't want to jeopardize that.

On the other hand his eyes had gone dark and wide when he'd seen me in this bridesmaid dress. The skirt was much shorter than I would have normally worn. I was constantly pulling it down and would then remember that the top was low cut too. I couldn't wait to get out of it. I didn't know what to think of his look since he hadn't said anything. He'd just clenched his jaw and turned away at the same time Emmett had jokingly slung his arm over my shoulder.

Now, as he timidly approached us that look was once again on his face along with a certain amount of weariness. I smiled trying to get him loosen up. I really didn't understand Edward sometimes. He looked like he was was walking toward the gallows.

"Bella." His voice was warm and comforting but it changed when he turned to his brother. "Emmett."

"Hey, Eddie." Emmett didn't seem to notice his brother's tension. I didn't see how. Edward was so tense he was nearly vibrating. "How glad are you not to be bartending tonight? Doing weddings must suck."

Edward nodded absentmindedly and focused on me. "You need a break from that dick?"

I giggled. "No. He's fine and be nice. I have never seen two brothers go at each other more than the two of you."

Edward shrugged and turned to his drink. I could practically feel the disappointment roll off of him. What was wrong with him? He'd been oddly moody and distant for weeks now. Just when I thought we were making progress, then he'd withdrawn again. He confused me and annoyed me all at once.

I jumped when Emmett draped his arm around my waist. What the hell was he thinking? "Come on. Let's go dancing."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright fine, but you owe me."

He winked and I giggled. Jerk. As we walking away I caught Edward glaring at his brother with pure hatred. I was really going to have to figure out what was going on with him.

Emmett was not nearly as graceful as Edward. He was simply too big. If I wasn't stepping on his toes, then he was stepping on mine.

What he lacked in real dancing talent he made up for in charm. He was always ready with a joke or an amusing comment on some of the other dancers. It got to the point where we were almost laughing too hard to dance. We were quickly becoming a center of attention, but I didn't mind. Emmett was funny and kept my attention off of what was going on around me.

When someone cleared their throat, I tried to remember how to stop giggling and act like a normal human being. Edward looked even more sour than he did earlier. That helped sober me up. Emmett just grinned and kept his hands on the small of my back. That struck me as oddly intimate.

"You mind, Edward." Emmett snickered, at what I wasn't quite sure. There was nothing funny on Edward's face. "We were trying to dance?"

"And failing miserably." Edward growled, I was struck by how angry he sounded.

"Dancing isn't all about the moves." Emmett grinned, flashing white teeth. Edward's hand twisted into a fist. Clearly there was more going on here then I realized, and I needed to do something to keep it from turning into a fight.

I put a hand on Emmett's chest, hoping he would take the message and shut up for a moment. "Can I help you, Edward?"

His green eyes fell to my face and softened just a little. "You owe me a dance. I was wondering if I could cut in. Please?"

I would have said yes in any case, but the quiet desperation in his voice did me in. There was something wrong with him and I wanted, no needed, to help him. I'd already told him I would anyway. I didn't like breaking promises.

First I had to off-load Emmett, and I found the perfect place. "Why don't you go sit with Rosalie? She looks a little lonely."

For the first time that night Emmett's face fell. "She scares me."

"Then you shouldn't have slept with the blond on the night of my party." I rolled my eyes. Honestly, the two of them were perfect together. They couldn't deal with their real feelings at all. "Just go talk to her. Go."

He took a deep breath and headed toward her table. Rosalie glared my way, but I only winked and turned back to Edward. He only looked, confused. "Are you okay?"

He shook his head and held out his hand as Louis Armstrong began warbling the opening bars to It Don't Mean a Thing If It Ain't Got that Swing. Dancing with Edward was entirely different from dancing with Emmett. Edward was graceful and knew what he was doing. He was smooth and confident in his leading. What ever was wrong with him it didn't affect his dancing.

There was another thing too. I was hyper-aware of how close Edward and I were. His arm around around my waist held me tightly to him, his other hand had my own fingers twisted around it. When he would brush my skin, it felt like I was being shocked. It was wonderful and frightening all at once.

"Well." I cleared my throat, suddenly very nervous. "Are you having a good time at least?"

Edward chuckled darkly. "Yeah, sure. I've just been a little distracted."

"What have you been distracted about?"

He spun me out in a circle before gently pulling me back in. I felt his warm hand against the satin dress on my back. I tried not to sigh like a love-lorn teenager. What the hell was happening to me?

"Nothing. Doesn't matter." It didn't sound like it didn't matter, but I let go. A dance floor didn't seem like the place to bring whatever it was up. "You and Emmett were looking pretty cozy."

"Your brother's fun and besides we needed to keep Charlotte from going full-blown bridezilla."

"So that's why you did this? To keep Emmett in line?"

"What does it matter to you?"

I could almost physically see him bite his tongue. His eyes were still hard chips of emerald though. "Edward, what is your problem? You've been acting weird and avoiding me since, well, that night we shared a bed."

"Maybe that's my problem."

"What I'm too weird to share your bed with?"

"No. That's not. Fuck." He swore softly and his cheeks turned a very soft shade of pink. "Why does everything with you have to be so complicated?"

"I'm not making anything complicated, Edward." He was really starting to frustrate me now. Why couldn't he just spit out whatever it was he was trying to say.

"Oh, no. Flirting all night with my brother isn't complicated?"

"What? I wasn't flirting with Emmett. He's a good guy. Nothing else. And what is to you anyway?"

"It's nothing," he mumbled, eyes wide and mouth open as he sucked in ragged breaths. There was silence for the space of a few heartbeats before under his breath he said, "Screw it."

Before I could even wonder what that meant, he pulled me flush against him, lowered his head and kissed me. His lips were soft and gentle. Just barely there touches that made me think that I wanted more. I gasped more than a little shocked and took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I forgot that where we were and grabbing his jacket in my fists and pulled him closer to me.

He opened his eyes and the spell was broken. We remembered where we were and and what we were doing and what we shouldn't have been doing. He took a step back and I felt the loss like a punch in the gut. He kept my gaze though; like he couldn't quite manage to look away, and I got a little weak in the knees. What was happening to us?

Then he jumped, looked down, and pulled out his phone. His eyebrows drew together in a worried appearance. I wanted to reach out and smooth it away, and I was surprised by the force of the wish.

"I need to go take this." His voice was rough. I didn't know if it was from the worry on his face or the effect of our kiss.

I nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Um, I hope everything okay?"

He nodded once before turning. Part of me wanted him to stop and kiss me again, but instead he turned and almost ran out of the building and away from me .

AN: Well, things escalated. How we are feeling now?