Chapter nineteen. No fucking way! Yes fucking way!

Previously…

The feeling was amazing and I didn't want to stop. I was kissing Bella Cullen, it was better than I could ever imagine. All those stupid fantasies I had didn't compare. I was kissing her. Holding her.

And she kissed and held me back.

"Edward", whispered Bella as we pulled away. My mind swirled around hopelessly. Heck, I didn't even know my last name at that moment.

"Mmm?" I responded. Our foreheads rested against eachother as I held her close still. I didn't want to pull to far away, the universe might split it too if I did. World hunger would suddenly get worst. Flowers would rot. All pure water would contaminate.

Or I might just cry.

"You kissed me", said Bella staring straight into my eyes, "you just kissed me, didn't you?"

Was she confirming it to herself? Maybe she didn't realise. I should probably kiss her again to confirm her suspicions…

I smiled softly and pressed my lips against her again. Then pulled away but not too far away.

"You just did it again", she gulped nervously. My smile widened as I bent down to brush my lips against her again. The feeling was so amazing I felt like I was flying. Soaring. Floating.

"Would you like me to confirm your assumptions?" I asked her, cocking my head to the side. A slow warm blush appeared on her face and neck. She leaned in close and the tingly warm feeling returned inside of me.

I had never felt that way before. Not with anyone. Bella was different. The way I felt about her was different too. A new fantastic heat coursing through my body and radiating into the air.

I kissed Bella. And damn, it felt good.

Bella's POV.

I didn't know what I was doing. It wasn't me. I was sad. I was under a heavy cloud. Then Edward came and rescued me. When he was there, everything turned around. I didn't feel like sighing and moping and doing nothing. He brought out this new emotion, which made me want to jump up and down and hug him and kiss him.

This was almost voodoo or something. But I loved it.

When we spoke, I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell him things and to converse to him. I wanted him to stay and to listen, which he did.

I wanted to stay there, with him next to me. Holding me

And him kissing me was the best. Somehow when he didn't kiss me the last time, I felt empty. Rejected. And that feeling was like a massive black hole that sucked away anything good in my life.

It soon filled up when his lips touched mine. It was never a black hole, because Edward had taken its place. And with Edward there, I felt like I could do anything.

We pulled away, for the third time. He stared into my eyes whilst I looked straight back at him. I didn't know what would happen next. Although I had experience with boyfriends and kissing, this was new to me. This was different. Better. Stronger and a whole lot scarier.

"Bella, I wanted to do that since I first saw you", whispered Edward, with a faint smile on his face.

"Why didn't you?" I teased, slapping him playfully.

"Emmett", sighed Edward, shrugging as if it explained everything.

"He wouldn't stop you from kissing me", I told him, confidently. Edward laughed nervously.

"No, he'd wait until I was done then he'd kill me", said Edward cheerfully, rolling his eyes.

"True", I laughed shaking my head, "but you had your chance last week. Instead you just practically ran out of my room."

Edward bit his bottom lip and avoided my gaze.

"I didn't run out", he corrected, "I simply existed because –"

"Because you didn't want to kiss me", I finished for him.

"If I didn't, why would I have done just now?" retorted Edward, pointedly. I shrugged indifferently.

"How should I know what goes on in that head of yours?" I mumbled to myself. I got off of the bed and stretched my legs. They were getting numb already.

"Let's go downstairs", I sighed, "I need a drink."

Emmett's POV.

Something wasn't right. It wasn't the fact that some idiot had scratched my jeep. It wasn't the fact that I really needed a shower because I was beginning to sweat very badly. It wasn't even the fact that I had accidentally stepped on some dog shit.

Nope.

It was the fact that a silver Volvo was parked in front of my house. And I knew that car anywhere. I knew the driver too. Although, I'm not sure anyone would recognise him after I was done.

"Edward?" whispered Rosalie in a curious tone. She felt me stiffen and squeezed my hand to try and calm me down.

"Edward", I growled in agreement.

What was Edward doing here? My sister was in the house and I was pretty sure that Edward wasn't under his car drinking coffee.

He was there. She was there.

Alone.

"Wasn't he supposed to be meeting us at beach?" I asked Rosalie through clenched teeth.

"He wasn't there", said Rosalie, "I thought that maybe he forgot to come or something. What is he doing here? Maybe he thought we were still inside."

"Bella's inside the house", I told her.

"Maybe he's waiting for us to get back from the beach?" she suggested.

"Bella's inside the house", I repeated calmly enough.

"Yes. Bella", said Rosalie pointedly, "your fifteen year old sister. So what if Edward's there with her? Don't jump to conclusions, Emmett, please."

"I wasn't", I muttered stubbornly. She squeezed my hand again and offered me a smile. I took it and we walked towards the house.

Ok, so maybe I might be jumping to conclusions. But what would you do if a seventeen-year-old guy were in the house, alone, with your little sister?

It's not exactly hard to work things out. Especially given the fact that Edward had been eyeing Bella all week. The only reason he wanted waste time with me was probably because of her, after he nearly saw her naked. I swear, I saw his jeans twitch when he saw her that.

"Emmett! You're growling weirdly again", laughed Rosalie shaking her head. She opened the house door and pushed me in.

"…Did you pull back and then run out of my room? You didn't want to ki – was that the door?"

"It's Emmett and I", Rosalie called out. I shot her a look. I would've wanted to catch them in the act or something. Great, now I wouldn't have a reason to beat up Edward. Apart from the obvious fact that he was alone in a house with my sister. Wow, my fist is ready and pulled.

Bella and Edward emerged from the kitchen. Bella was holding a water bottle. Mmm…innocent enough. And Edward. Ah, Edward.

Edward, Edward, Edward.

He wore a sheepish smile.

"I thought…I thought you guys were at the beach", stuttered Bella looking flustered.

"We came back", I said simply, "just Rosalie and I. We missed Edward over there, so we thought of maybe coming back to see if he was ok."

"Yeah…I'm good", said Edward nodding and avoiding my gaze.

"So…" said Rosalie not wanting to go into an awkward silence.

"Why are you here?" I asked directing to Edward. Rosalie and Bella shot me a cold glare. Hey, I didn't want an awkward silence either.

"He came here a little late and you guys had all left", said Bella turning to me, "so I asked him to come inside."

"You asked him?" I demanded in horror. Was she joking? You don't just ask seventeen-year-old horny and sex-crazed guys into your house!!!

"Yeah…he offered his company", explained Bella shrugging. Oh yeah, I'm sure his company is all that he offered.

"That's nice", said Rosalie smiling.

"Very nice of you Edward", I put in innocently, "when did you get here?"

"Couple of minutes after you guys left", said Bella, "where's Alice and jasper?"

"They're still at the beach", explained Rosalie, "I'll go call and see if they're ok." She excused herself and went to sit down in the living room. Bella took a sip of her water whilst I glared at Edward.

"So Bella, what did you and Edward do in the forty-three minutes you two were alone?" I asked casually going to sit beside Rosalie. I saw Edward and Bella glance at eachother before coming to sit down also.

"We read", answered Bella busying herself with the bottle again.

I snorted. That was believable. Edward hated reading.

"Really?" I asked, unconvinced, "what did you read Edward?"

Edward glanced around, nervously.

"A…book?" he squeaked. I laughed at his uncomfortable-ness.

"What's with the twenty Q?" snapped Bella, touchily.

"No reason", I covered up, "none at all."

Bella's POV.

Oh yeah, Emmett wanted to kill Edward. I was surprised he kept hold so long. Edward sat beside me and fiddled with his fingers as Emmett glared at him. Rosalie was on the phone, occasionally breaking away to distract Emmett.

I could feel that Emmett knew something had happened between Edward and me. Of course I wasn't going to go and admit anything. I was sure Edward wanted to live, so he wouldn't say anything either

It was awkward of course. I didn't know that Emmett and Rosalie were coming back so soon. Edward and me were in the kitchen talking about why he had run away from me when Rosalie announced their return. Emmett's eyes kept flickering between me and Edward and his fist were clenched.

Well, at least Edward was still standing.

"They're on their way", said Rosalie as she flipped her phone shut and slid it into her pocket.

"They didn't have to come home", I told her, "weren't they having fun?"

"Yeah but its kind of boring with just the two of them", explained Rosalie shrugging.

"I'm sure Alice would've thought of something", I laughed thinking of the disgusting things than ran through my sister's mind.

"We could've gone to join them", suggested Edward.

"Great idea", I beamed standing up. Any chance of seeing Edward in nothing but swimming trunks? I'm in!

"I thought you didn't want to go to the beach", said Emmett narrowing his eyes at me. I shrugged indifferently.

"Change my mind", I told him, "I'll go get changed. Come with me, Rosalie?"

Rosalie looked back and forth between Edward and Emmett assessing the situation before she finally nodded.

"Sure, Bella."

Edward's POV.

She left me. She just skipped up the stairs with Rosalie and left me. And now Emmett was staring at me. The tense atmosphere didn't loosen up. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"You like Bella", said Emmett in an accusing tone. I shrugged carelessly.

"Of course I do, she's your sister", I said innocently, "she's really nice."

"You know what I mean", Emmett snapped impatiently, "you like her."

"What do you mean?" I asked, acting clueless.

"So what did you really do when you guys were alone?" asked Emmett curiously. He leaned forwards and I flinched back. Emmett and I were friends but that didn't mean he wouldn't hurt me.

Especially not over his little sister.

"We read", I told him cautiously. He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Honestly! We did. She showed me all of her favourite books".

"But they're all in her room", Emmett contradicted.

"I know", I said shrugging and not looking into his eyes.

"Dude, come on! She's my sister", he groaned throwing himself back and covering his face with his hands.

"We didn't do anything", I explained "seriously, Emmett. We didn't."

"But you like her?" he asked, his voice was muffled because of his hand."

It took me a while to say it. I didn't know why. But somehow saying that I liked Bella was a lie. Because I didn't like her.

What I felt about her was something different. Stronger. And better.

"Yeah…I guess I like her", I finally admitted.