Happy Sunday all! Here is chapter 19 for you, I hope you will enjoy it. Thank you again for the reviews and the followers, the new ones and the ones who have been there since the beginning. Your support means a lot!

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Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world...
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only one...

Only Girl (In the World) - Rihanna

Chapter 19 – Only Girl

BPOV

The first few weeks in therapy are difficult. Speaking about my problems to a complete stranger is hard. Not as much as I thought, but when you don't know where to start, or what exactly the problem is, it's hard to speak at all. But I guess this is what therapy is about. Talk about vicious circle...

However, everything isn't so hard, because I have a wonderful support system including Edward.

At first, I felt a bit awkward with sleeping at Edward's place once a week for therapy, but they all quickly made me feel welcomed. And that made going to therapy easier, because it was one less thing to stress about, so I could really concentrate on dealing with my kidnapping and the consequences... and my mother.

My therapist has asked me several times about my thoughts on my mother being involved in my kidnapping. I still couldn't give an answer, because I really have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I want to believe she is at the bottom of all this, but on the other hand, I don't want to believe it. For some reason, she stopped Phil. If she hadn't cared about me, even if it was only a small amount, I don't think she would have stopped him. That's where my dilemma lays and I have no idea how to make up my mind.

I finish that thought, sitting on the couch in the living room in Edward's apartment, when the door opens and Edward comes in, his eyes immediately falling on me. The smile that stretches across his face gives me butterflies every time. He's always so happy to see me. That's really good for the ego, I'm telling you. He dumps his bag by the door and makes his way over to me, reaching for me as he sits down.

"Hey love, how did it go today?" He asks after giving me a chaste kiss.

"Not so bad. I wish I weren't so confused..." I reply, looking down at my hands. He chuckles lightly.

"Well, you wouldn't need a shrink if you weren't confused." I giggle, nodding.

"Yeah, I guess. Weird, huh?"

"No. Going to therapy isn't a bad thing, Bella. It may be a taboo thing to talk about in today's society, but there is nothing wrong with that. There is definitely nothing wrong with seeking help after what you've been through."

I choose not to reply, I want to let myself be comforted by his presence instead.

"Hey, did you want to do something tonight?" Edward asks as he walks back into the living room, after he'd gone to put away his work stuff.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well... I haven't taken you out on a date yet... what do you say?"

A date…with Edward…I can feel my lips stretching in a big smile

"Absolutely!"

"Awesome! Go on and get prepared, we'll leave soon." He says, pulling out his cell phone.

"Okay." I get up and make my way inside his bedroom to my suitcase... and stop dead in my track when I realize I don't have anything to wear that would be suitable for a date.

Stupid, Bella.

Hey, how was I to know he'd take me out on a date?

Touché...

Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. What do I do?

"Are you alright, love?" Edward asks. He must have seen my panicked state. Damn.

"Um...yes, no... I don't know." I reply, biting on my lower lip.

"What's the matter?" He prompts, pulling me close to him.

"I don't have anything to wear that would seem suitable for a date..." I say, blushing slightly. He chuckles lightly.

"Bella... come on, I'd think you were beautiful even if you were wearing a garbage bag." I blush some more. Did I say this guy is wonderful? "Look, if it's that important to you, I think I have an idea..."

He doesn't give me time to say anything before he puts his phone to his ear.

"Hello darling sister... yes, she's here. She had an appointment with her therapist today... She's doing good, as far as I can tell," he winks at me, which cues the blush on my face. "Hey Al, you got some time on your hands, like right now? … Well, I want to take Bella out on a date tonight..."

He pulls the phone away from his ear at that, and I can hear Alice's squeal at the other end of the line, which makes me laugh.

"Al, shut up for a sec... Thank you. Okay, so Bella kinda needs your help to get dressed, she says she doesn't have anything to wear for a date. Would you mind coming over to help her? … Great, see you in a few." He hangs up. "Alice is coming over, she'll help you. Just remember one thing: you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay? I know Alice can be pushy sometimes, and she means well, but if you're not comfortable with something, she'll let it go... eventually."

"Okay. Thanks, Edward." I pull up on the tip of my toes and kiss him. It was meant to be chaste, but it quickly builds and I feel Edward's arms tighten around me, and I can't help but circle his neck with mine.

"You're very welcome." Edward murmurs as his lips leave mine and he starts trailing down my jaw and neck; making me pull myself even closer to him. I lose myself in his delicious kisses; I don't even realize he is walking me backwards. Soon enough I feel myself being lowered onto his bed, his lips never leaving my skin. I feel the tiny bursts of fire, electricity, or whatever it is that consumes me across my skin. It's the most delicious feeling.

His wet kisses on my skin make me shiver... in a good way, in a VERY good way. He feels so good, his touch makes me feel so alive. Making his way back to my lips, his hands start wandering on my body. Over my clothes at first, but one of his hands eventually makes its way under my shirt, when I shiver again, he pulls away.

"Is this alright?" He pants, his eyes dark with lust.

I can only nod my head. I'm not out of breath. I'm rather intoxicated, and a bit overwhelmed. All of these sensations are new to me; I'm not sure what to make of them. This onslaught of sensations is disorienting, but at the same time, I don't want any of it to stop.

"You can stop me if I make you feel uncomfortable." Doubt swims in his beautiful eyes.

I nod and he descends his lips to mine again. Our kiss picks up right where it left off and his hand that found its way under my shirt starts moving. At first it stays on the stomach area, as soon as I feel like I'm about to lose my mind from the wonderful sensations, his hand slowly makes its way up. Just as he's about to cup my breast over my bra, he's gone. It takes me a moment to come out of my lust induced haze.

"What's going on?" I ask, slightly out of breath and confused.

"Bella?" I hear Alice call from outside. My eyes widen in shock.

How long has she been here?

"I'll be right there Alice!" I call while looking back at Edward. He seems uncomfortable. "Are you okay?" I ask, standing up and walking to him. He nods slowly; he's obviously the uncomfortable one now.

"Yeah, I just... need to take care of something."

I look at him in confusion, which turns to shock when he grabs my right hand and brings it to his crotch, where I can feel his arousal. My eyes widen in comprehension and I can't help but look at where my hand is.

"See what you're doing to me?" He whispers in my ear. I can only gulp tightly and nod. "We'll definitely resume this later...that is, if you feel up to it." I nod again, my eyes tightly closed. And with those enticing, yet scary as hell words, he's gone. I can hear the bathroom door close and the shower start a few seconds later. I shiver when I realize what he is about to do in there, part of me wants to be in there helping him. The stronger, more dominant part turns to seek out Alice.

Phew. That was intense.

I take a few deep breaths; take a look at myself in the mirror before I make my way back to the living room, where I find Alice sitting on the couch, thumbing through a magazine.

"Hey Alice," I say, sitting on the couch with her. She immediately forgets about the magazine and her attention is all on me. Her eyes shine with a weird glint...

Should I be scared? Good thing Edward gave me some kind of warning...

"Bella! Hi! I have this amazing outfit planned for you! I'm sure you'll love it! Let's get started, we don't have much time." I look at the time on the DVD player and saw it was only 4:30 PM.

Not much time?

"Ali-"

"No, don't say anything," she interrupts me. "Now, go, go! In the shower!"

I decide to just go along with her for now, so I make the motion to zip my lips closed and make my way to the guest bathroom. For a brief second my mind lingers on the Master bathroom and Edward. I think my reaction to his words and touches prove for certain that I am ready to move on with him. I'm ready for whatever he is ready to give me. Coming out of the bathroom, I see Alice sitting on the bed beside a pile of dark clothes. She promptly gets to work, throwing one piece of clothing after another in my direction. I'm hesitant at first because I'm completely naked under the towel, but she doesn't turn around when she starts with the underwear, so I start pulling on everything. I'm amazingly surprised with what she chose: a black, one-sleeved t-shirt and dark, skinny jeans.

"What do you think?" Alice asks when I'm done putting everything on.

"Alice, this is amazing. Where did you get this?"

"Well… I did some shopping for you and Rosalie before we officially met, but Edward forbid me to bring everything at once, so I kept most of the stuff for later. This is part of the purchases I made."

"How did you know my size and taste?" I was blown away by her generosity and concern for me.

"Even though I was against Edward getting to know you in high school, I wasn't blind. I remember your style from back then, and I updated it a little. I know your penchant for comics t-shirts, but I thought that adding a few neutral pieces would be nice. This looks amazing on you." I hug her, I can't help myself.

"Thanks Alice. I'm looking forward to see what else you got. But you have to promise me that you'll let me pay you back." She nods emphatically back at me but her face shows me she really has no intention of allowing the payback to happen. I choose to let it go for now.

"You're welcome. Now, hair and make-up!"

She pushes me down in Edward's desk chair and gets to work. When she's done, my hair is straight and I have some light make-up on.

"All done!" she announces. "Oh, wait! Shoes!" She rummages in her bag and pulls out… ballet flats.

"Alice, are you sure you're not sick?"

"What? Why?" she laughs.

"I thought for sure you would put me in heels." I scratch my head in confusion.

"Well… a little birdie told me you were taking the bike out and heels were prohibited, so… here. Ballet flats are still fashionable." Her sweet smile shows her happiness so I let it all go and take the flats from her.

"Great! My work here is done. Enjoy your night Bella, you deserve it." I blush a little at that comment.

"Thanks Alice. For your help and… everything." I can't help but pull her in for a hug.

"You're welcome. That's what friends are for." She winks and grabs her bag. "Call me later?"

"Definitely. Bye Alice."

She waves and leaves. I take a moment to myself to relax then make my way out of the bedroom. I find Edward sitting in the living room, watching the news.

"Hey," I say to catch his attention. He promptly stands up and walks to me, stopping for a moment as I feel his eyes as they move up and down over my body. "You look beautiful, love," he says, kissing my forehead.

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," I respond shyly. He's wearing a black, white and grey striped polo shirt and dark jeans. He looks totally handsome. I stand on the tips of my toes and kiss his lips. When I try to pull away, he doesn't let me. He instead deepens the kiss. Soon, one of his hands is in my hair, and mine in his. After a while, he slows down then stops, resting his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

"We really need to get going, otherwise we'll never leave this place, and we have a reservation."

"Okay." I'm almost okay with not leaving, but I don't want to ruin our first date so I agree.

He kisses me chastely one last time then pulls away, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door. We make our way to the back of the building, where I see his motorcycle parked beside his car. It looks sexier in person.

"Stay here," Edward tells me when we reach the bike. He goes to some kind of shed in the back corner of the parking lot. He comes back out a minute later with two helmets in hand.

"Here," he says as he gives me the one with flower patterns. It has a black background, the designs are white and there's a bit of pink here and there.

"Whose is this?"

"It's yours."

"What? You bought this for me, why?"

"Bella, I'm planning on keeping you around for a long time so you'll need it."

"I know, but…"

"No but's. You deserve to be spoiled. Please take it without fighting me."

It takes me a moment, but I finally agree. I'm still adjusting to all of this. I'm not used to the lavish gifts and attention, that Edward and his family makes sure I see on a regular basis. I'm almost afraid to get used to it, what if it disappears and I'm left with nothing, how will I cope then? I push my fear aside and look back at Edward's sincere face. "Okay."

He leans down to kiss me quickly then takes my helmet back.

"Do you know how it works?" I shake my head no. "Okay, it's pretty simple. First, detach these straps here," he says as he shows me under the helmet. "You need to hold them apart while you pull the helmet on." He does as he says then lowers it down on my head. He continues to speak, but I can't hear him through the helmet.

"I can't hear you!" I yell. He laughs then pulls the visor up.

"Sorry. Once the helmet is on, you attach the straps under your chin, and you're ready to go."

I give him two thumbs up and he laughs again before he pulls his own helmet on and straddles the bike. Pushing back the stand, he backs out from the parking space and powers up the engine. I step closer to get on behind him, but the seat is a bit too high for me. Seeming to sense my hesitation, Edward extends a hand to help me up. I grab it eagerly and swing my leg over. Once I'm set, Edward quickly maneuvers out of the parking lot and onto the road.

At first, I hang tightly to him, but I soon find some comfort and ease my hold a little. My hands come to rest flat against his chest, but as we are speeding down on the I-5, one of my hands begins to wander a little on his chest. He quickly grabs it and laces our fingers for a moment before returning his hand to the grips. Soon after our hand play, he exits the highway and heads west on Admiral Street.

When he has to stop at the light, he grabs my hand again and laces our fingers again until the light turns back to green. Strangely, I feel like he is suddenly going faster, like he's in a hurry. As a matter of fact, it's no more than 5 minutes later that we are pulling into a parking space in front of a grey building housing what seems to be a small restaurant, La Rustica.

He gives my thigh a little tap to tell me we've arrived. I watch as he smoothly lifts his leg and steps away from the bike. He removes his helmet and extends his hand to help me. As soon as my helmet is off, he leans in for a passionate kiss. It's so powerful that I lose my footing and moan. He quickly grabs me and pulls me into him, his arms tight around my torso. My arms respond by circling his neck and our kiss becomes even deeper. Too soon, he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, breathless.

"You're going to be the death of me," he suddenly says.

"What?" I reply, giggling.

"You, Miss Swan, are dangerous." His raised eyebrow challenges me to defend myself, so I do.

"What did I do?" I fake innocence as I ask.

"You think it's wise to stroke my chest like you did while I'm driving?" I blush slightly, not necessarily at the words he spoke but at the tone in which he spoke them.

"I couldn't help it," I say, still blushing, but feeling bold. I put my hands on his chest and stroke it again, looking up to him and biting down on my lip. He groans and pulls me closer. Embarrassingly, my stomach suddenly makes itself known by growling loudly. The building sexual tension is cut off by my body's demands and Edward's laughter.

"Okay, let's get you fed, love. We'll pick this up later," he promises. He gives me a quick kiss then pulls me in the direction of La Rustica.

From the outside, the restaurant looks like it has seen better days, but once inside, I'm immediately enveloped by the warmth of the setting. I pull myself closer to Edward and he kisses my forehead as we wait for someone to come and greet us. Soon, an older man comes and takes us to a table on the little patio outside. Our seats have an incredible view of Puget Sound.

I couldn't have asked for anything better for a first date.

Soon enough, we're talking quietly around a glass of wine, exchanging light kisses, touches and looks that are full of promises throughout dinner. When dessert comes-a piece of tiramisu, one fork- we sit closer, feeding each other. By the time we're to the last bite, we're so close that Edward's thigh is between mine. I take the fork and scoop up the remaining desert and bring it to his lips. Just as the fork leaves his lips, I quickly lean in to kiss him, forcing my tongue inside his mouth to have a taste of the cake. His moan bounces around my brain and makes me feel like a seductress. When we pull apart, his eyes remain closed for a moment, like he is concentrating very hard. I smile in victory, discovering this seems to be as much of a turn on for him as it is for me.

"Let's get out of here," he declares when he finally opens his eyes again. His eyes are a darker shade of green. He quickly flags the waiter down for the check, handing him his credit card immediately. As soon as the waiter returns with his slip, he quickly signs it and swiftly pulls a very giggly me out of the restaurant. When we're standing beside the bike, he gives me a quick, but sensual kiss that leaves me breathless.

"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" he whispers in my ear. I can't do anything but nod, and he chuckles. "Yeah, I thought so. Well the night is not over yet, love, so be prepared." He gives me another kiss full of promises and hands me my helmet. He hurries in pulling his on and starting the bike. When my body is tucked safely behind his, he speeds away from the restaurant parking lot.

As short as the trip back is- I'm sure he broke a few speed limits- I have time to realize I'm ready. I'm so ready to give myself completely over to him. I'm so in love with him, I sometimes feel like my heart will explode from everything he makes me feel. I feel safe with him. A feeling I have felt from the very start, when he first came into my private room at the club. I realize that I'd go through it all over again because it is what brought Edward into my life.

Once back at the apartment, I can feel a change in the air; it's electrified. The desire I felt lingering throughout our date suddenly intensifies. I think Edward can feel it too, because he suddenly pulls me against him and kisses me. It starts slow, but it soon grows passionate and our hands start wandering the other's body. All at once Edward's lips leave mine, I want to whimper at the loss, but before I can I feel his kisses down my jaw and neck. The whimper turns into a moan. I attempt to pull myself closer to him, as if that were even possible.

Through my lust induced haze, I hear some movement from somewhere in the apartment.

"Edward...oh god...Edward..."

"What?" He mumbles without stopping.

"Edward, I think there's someone else in here."

He stops abruptly and listens. We can hear some movement again. Without saying a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me into his bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he picks up right where he left off. His hands wander again, caressing my arms, moving down to my hips and my ass. His hands squeeze and play with the flesh of ass, this time I can't hold back the moan. One of his hands moves up to my upper back while the other remains on my lower back. He uses my body as leverage to pull me closer.

My body naturally follows as he walks me backwards; I take advantage of his distraction and start pulling his polo shirt out of his pants. As soon as my knees hit the side of the bed, I feel myself being lowered on his mattress. I push my hands under his shirt to touch his torso, feeling all of the muscles of his toned pecs and abs. Needing to feel more skin, I quickly pull his polo up, and he pulls away from me long enough to allow me to remove the shirt completely. As soon as it's gone, his lips are back on mine and I circle my arms around to his back to pull him down, to encourage him to allow more weight to settle on me. He complies. Our kisses grow more frantic. The next thing I know, my shirt is off and he is trailing kisses down to the swell of my breasts, and then jumps directly to my stomach.

God, I love him so much…

I quickly pull him back up to my face, kissing him with more passion than ever before, if that's even possible, and I start working on his belt buckle. He pulls his hips away once. I think nothing of it, thinking it's just a reflex movement, but when he does it again on the second time I try to unbuckle it, I don't let go, and he puts a hand on mine to stop me.

"Bella, no... I don't want to… not like this," he, says, out of breath.

He doesn't want me. Realizing this, I push him away from me and try to get away from him, but he's faster and pushes me back down on the mattress. His weight immediately settles on me to hold me in place as he begins to speak again.

"Bella, I think you misunderstood me."

"Misunderstood you? Edward, you just said you didn't want to do it. That you don't want to have sex with me. What else is there to understand? You don't want me like that, I get it. What I don't understand is why you played with me like this for so long. Was I just a game to you? Was all of this..." I can't continue because he's kissing me. I try to fight him, but it's useless. The more he insists, the less I fight and without much of a fight I'm melting in his arms again. When I start kissing him back, he pulls away.

"Listen to me. Please believe me when I say that I do want you. I don't want to just have sex with you. I want to make love to you, Bella. But I don't want to do it right now; I don't want to do it here when I know there is a big chance Jasper or Emmett will walk in on us. I want our first time to be only between us. I want to make it special."

"It will be special, Edward, because I will be with you." He gives me a searing kiss at that; so much it makes my toes curl.

"Thank you for saying that, but do you understand me now?" I nod. "Good. Now go and get ready for bed."

"Okay." I pull him down to me for a kiss then get up and make my way to the bathroom. Once in there, I take a moment to regroup. I'm ashamed of myself for reacting the way I just did, for jumping to conclusions. I take a few deep breaths.

I must take longer than anticipated because I soon hear a knock on the door and Edward say: "Bella, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be right out!" He doesn't say anything else and I hear him walk away.

I make quick work of washing my face and changing into that pj set Alice had gotten for me when they rescued me from Phil's clutches, and then I make my way back to Edward's bedroom. I find him sitting up in bed, his back to the headboard, clad only in boxers. God, he's gorgeous. I drop my clothes on top of my bag and make my way to him. As soon as I'm close enough, he grabs me and pulls me so that I'm straddling his thighs.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asks lowly.

"Yes, I promise. I'm sorry for earlier, I overreacted."

"It's okay. I can understand. But I can promise you one thing: it will happen soon."

I smile shyly and lean in to kiss him lightly, but he has other ideas. Just as I'm pulling away, I feel one of his hands in my hair, pulling me back to his lips. At first, it's a slow kiss, as if he's trying to reassure me of his feelings, but it soon picks up and I can feel the tension from earlier come back full force. His fingers are caressing my scalp deliciously slowly and I can feel his other hands rubbing up and down my back. After each passage, it goes lower and lower, and I soon find myself involuntarily grinding down on his crotch.

"I want you so much, Bella," he whispers between kisses. I whimper at his words. "You're so beautiful, smart, sexy… I love you. I love you, Bella."

I pause for a moment at his words. I can feel tears coming up. A few must escape because the hand that was in my hair is suddenly on my cheek, his thumb wiping my tears.

"Bella?" He encourages, though I hear worry in his voice. I give him a quick but passionate kiss. When I pull away, his eyes are dark with desire.

"I love you too, Edward. I love you so much that sometimes I feel like my heart will explode."

The next thing I know, I'm lying on my back and we're kissing furiously. My hands find their way to his hair and pull hard. I'm rewarded with a groan. I pull him closer and can feel how much this is affecting him. He soon starts grinding down on me and I feel the most delicious sensations flooding me. One of his hands trails up over my top and up to my breast and he squeezes it softly. I moan in pleasure.

"Can I make you feel good?" I can only nod, and he squeezes again, a bit harder this time.

My back arches off of the bed and up into his hand, it feels so good. Encouraged, he pushes the fabric away and grabs my breast again. The sensation is even better skin to skin. He grinds down again on me, and I respond with my own grind. He doesn't need more encouragement to keep going. He varies the speed, making the pleasure last. Though I soon feel like something is about to burst inside me. My hands are everywhere on him, they just can't settle. Just as I feel like I'm on the edge of… something, he grabs one of my hands, brings it above my head and grinds down harder and faster on me. And then there's an explosion, stars. I lose myself in the sensation. When my vision clears up, I see Edward looking down at me, a light smirk in place. I blush, but I can't help the smile that pulls at my lips. He gives me a smile and leans down for a kiss. I moan and hold him in place. After a while, he pulls away but rolls us over so that I'm lying on his chest. I sigh in contentment and he kisses my forehead.

"Good?" He asks.

"Better than good." I reply. He chuckles.

We lay there in silence for a while, basking in that happy bubble we just created. The endorphins soon kick in and I feel myself dozing off.

"Okay love, let's wash up and then go to sleep."

He rolls me onto my back and leaves the bed to make his way to the bathroom. A moment later, he comes back out with a wet cloth in hand. He starts by washing my face a bit, and then I feel him hesitate. Through my semi-lethargic state, I open my eyes and look at him questioningly.

"Can I?" he asks, pointing at my nether region. I nod.

He makes quick work of washing me up, discard the cloth and turns off the light before he rejoins me in bed, pulling me under the covers and spooning me.

"I can't wait to make love to you." He whispers, pulling me tight against him.

"Me either."

He kisses my shoulder before burying his nose in my hair, and we both soon drift off to sleep.

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