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EPOV

Her lips were wrapped sinfully tight around my shaft as she moved up and down furiously, my hand tangled in her brown hair as I guided her.

She let out a long, low moan that sent a delicious vibration through my cock.

I was so close now, it was just out of reach…and then she looked up at me, brown eyes blazing into my green and it was over. I came long and hard into her mouth, as she licked and sucked me through my climax.

And then I woke up.

My hips were still thrusting into the air, and I could feel wet in my sheets.

Did I seriously, honestly just have a wet dream?

Oh yeah. Like a horny fourteen year old mucking through puberty.

Fuck.

And I couldn't even honestly say this was the first time since I had met her. It wasn't the second. Or the fourth. And my shower had seen a lot of this activity also.

Shit.

I was abruptly irked with myself. I was supposed to be infuriated by this woman's very presence, how the fuck did I end up getting head in my dreams.

And I was even more pissed that I could only get head inside my head.

Fuck.

Ever since the day I had burst and told her about my dad, I realized that I had to be at least a little miffed with her. Maybe I should give her some of what she gave me.

Oh, that sounded sexual, back away, back away.

But I still couldn't help but think about her witty banter, and the grocery shopping. She was so sexually suggestive. I had to hide my boner the whole time we were in the fruit aisle.

But truth be told, even though I was angry with her, and avoiding her at all costs, I really just wanted us to be friends.

Or vicious fuck buddies.

Whichever fit.

I wanted to just break down, and say let's have a fresh start!. But that wouldn't get us anywhere. I needed her to apologize. I needed to know she was willing to try.

Because my hand definitely knew I was willing to try.

So I ignored her, and sometimes she'd look like she wanted to say something, but she wouldn't. And I waited. And waited.

And made a snarky remark about her panties when she walked in on me shirtless.

I was sure she'd ask what the scar was from. Positive. And I stood there, willing her to do it. To just do it.

But she shut her mouth and walked away.

And then there was dinner with that guy Jasper. And the grin she shot him.

And then his little remark about knowing him "very briefly."

All I could think is she better not have fucked him, or I'd rip the cowboy hat off his head and shove it inside of his prostate.

Which wasn't physically possible, but jealousy works wonders on physics.

She cooked like a fiend too. I found myself fantasizing about her cooking naked. Which made me sound like a fatass but I didn't care.

My piano was quickly becoming my closest acquaintance. I had been playing progressively more and more depressing music as the three Bella free weeks wore on. And then my mother called.

My piano was probably plotting a wrist slitting.

Talking to her always made me feel so…hopeless. She sounded so lonely, and at first I couldn't bear to leave her but she assured me I needed to go and do what I loved best.

In LA. A fucking million miles away from her. So every time she called me, I would make my way through the conversation struggling not to just break and fly home.

This last one was by far one of the worst.

The phone rang in my bedroom.

I jumped to answer it, knowing and fearing who was calling.

And then I felt guilty for being afraid.

"Hello?"

I heard her voice on the other line. Sad and weary, but interlaced with love and relief that came from talking to me.

"Darling?" she sounded like she was smiling. "How are you?"

"I'm good mom. I'm doing good."

"That's good Edward. I'm happy." But she wasn't. The anguish in her voice was too prominent. But she was trying. And that was all that mattered.

I spoke softly. "How are you Mom?"

She sighed lightly and chuckled. "I'm still breathing."

I winced. "Anything new?"

"No, darling. Just, laying around like an old woman."

I smiled into the phone. "You're not old mother."

And she wasn't. Elizabeth Cullen-Masen didn't look a day over thirty. But if you looked closely into her eyes….that was a different story.

The conversation went on, somewhat light. I could always tell when it was coming to a close.

Then my mother dropped the big bomb.

"The anniversary of your father's passing next month."

Tears welled up in my eyes and I willed them away angrily.

"Yeah, mom. I know."

This time she didn't try to hide the sadness in her voice. "Edward. I hope you're doing okay. And try to be with Alice that day dear. I don't want you to be alone."

But what about her? What about her always being alone?

"I will Mom."

She sighed wearily.

"I love you, Edward."

"Mom," I said, because I couldn't help myself. " I'll move back if you want me to."

She laughed harshly.

"No, Edward. Do what makes you happy."

I knew the words she wasn't saying. You be happy, because it's too late for me.

"I love you mom."

"Goodnight son."

And she hung up.

I grudgingly let a few tears escape as I lay back on my bed. Then I got up and played the piano until my fingers hurt.

I waited for Bella to apologize. And I felt stupid because the first time she tried I rejected her completely.

But I knew I had to wait for her to think it through and decide she should apologize. I didn't want her apology to stem from the guilt of my father.

So I'd wait.

Last night in the kitchen I was absolutely sure she had been about to. And I said her name as a promise to let her know she could trust me.

And when she turned and walked away I was furious. But more than that I was hurt. It was unfair. Completely unfair.

And I didn't even know if I wanted to keep waiting. Because while everyone else moves on with life and finds their niche, I'm stuck here.

Waiting for Bella. Waiting for a job. Waiting for my mother to tell me to come home.

Waiting.

It's driving me insane. Even when Alice assures me that Bella does care, but she's trying to sort out her things before she attempts to start something, I'm getting more and more frustrated. Why does everything have to be so complicated?

But Alice tells me that Bella has a very hard time trusting people.

Why can't she just say sorry, I'll accept, and we have mind blowing sex?

What?

It could happen.

I rolled my eyes as I got out of bed to shower, eyeing my piano.

I'll see you later.

I had to tell myself that eventually things would be okay, and I'd be able to get to know Bella like I wanted to. To know every part of her, and everything about her.

I would wait.

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