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Afterwards, we sat and talked. Nothing too serious, I think we were both afraid to venture that far again. The air between us felt unbelievably light.

He asked me about Phoenix, and I asked him about New York.

We sat there for three hours, just doing what we should've been doing from the first moment we met each other. Just talking nicely.

And we would've done that from the beginning if it weren't for me.

Which made me feel guilty, but it made me feel even more guilty that he was just being so nice now.

I wanted to ask him about his medical condition so I eased in lightly.

"Is that why you don't drink caffeine?"

He smiled. "You noticed."

"Yeah."

He nodded. "I don't drink alcohol often either. Very, very occasionally. I take medication and I have doctor's appointments every month. And I try not to eat too much junk."

I winced.

"Like my cooking?"

"Your cooking is delicious Bella."

I don't know why I blushed but I did. Damn. I'd have to instill some more sarcasm in my conversations.

"Gays have to watch what they eat. They need to fit into their leather skinny jeans."

I grinned like a Cheshire cat. This jab wasn't laced malice, which was quite an extreme change.

"Lesbians don't. You can just buy a bigger plaid shirt."

I rolled my eyes.

"You've been talking to Alice."

"Jealous?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Extremely, I've been nursing a crush on her since I first saw her naked."

He blushed lightly and I guffawed.

"Her and Jasper are cute, aren't they?"

"You've seen them together once, Bella." He rolled his eyes.

"That's all you need to spot a good couple."

He sighed and it sounded relieved.

"What?" I said. He looked at me nervously and pointedly.

The realization made me laugh out loud.

"You think we hooked up don't you? Because I knew him?"

His denial wasn't convincing at all.

"Oh, Edward, no. Let's just say he helped me in a time of need."

He winced.

"Oh, that sounds bad." Not like you haven't had lustful thoughts about him before. I sighed and found myself telling him about the gas station, and my first smoke.

He was still laughing five minutes after I told him.

"So that's why you smelled like shit."

I glared at him and he cleared his throat.

"Sorry."

"You should be."

Eventually I heard his stomach growl loudly and I got up with a sigh, surprised to find that I was disappointed at having to end the conversation. He was an enjoyable person to talk to.

I put this away as a life lesson for myself. A very cliché life lesson.

"Let's go get some food." It was almost twelve when I began rummaging through the fridge for something to make.

Edward was sitting cross legged on the island as I pulled out the fixings for sandwiches and leftover mac and cheese.

He looked at me inquisitively.

"So have you smoked since your first cigarette?"

I shook my head and began spreading mayo on bread.

He grinned.

"Will you play a game with me?"

"If you're trying to initiate me into your Cult for pricks it won't work."

He frowned and he looked like a gerbil again.

So I told him so. "You look like a gerbil."

His eyes squinted. "What?"

"Never mind. So what's this game?"

"It's called 'firsts'-"

"Sounds kinky."

He looked at me pointedly.

I sliced cheese and leftover ham for the sandwiches.

"So how do you play?"

"It's not really a game I guess. I just ask you about different things you've done and you tell me if you've done it, and when was the first time."

I nodded. Sounded interesting.

"I get a turn for you too, right?"

He smiled. "Yup."

"Ask away."

Just as he opened his mouth to ask me something, Rose and Emmett meandered into the kitchen.

Emmett sniffed. "Something smelled good."

"I'm making sandwiches Emmett."

Rosalie scoffed. "The man is like a bloodhound."

"Well I do like it doggie sty-"

"EMMETT!" Rosalie and I yelled unanimously while Edward laughed.

Rosalie sat up on the counter next to Edward.

I finished making sandwiches, and I heated up the mac and cheese. I handed respective sandwiches out and everyone moaned in sweet deliciousness.

Edwards eyes suddenly widened in panic. "Shit, Bella, did you put mustard in this?"

I shook my head. I hadn't.

"I'm allergic, but…I didn't tell you that did I?"

My eyebrows furrowed. No. He hadn't. Okay…

"I put it in everyone's except yours."

That's fucking weird. My intuition was doing me good today I guess.

"Shit, some of Alice's psychic powers are rubbing off on me I guess."

We ate and talked, Rose and Emmett heading upstairs to get ready for their day.

Edward and I cleaned up, for once the silence between us amicable and not awkward.

At least until I turned around too quickly and my ass rubbed quite roughly against Edward's crotch. Which was covered by thin cloth.

The man hardened instantly, and let me just say, he was not tiny.

My mouth was watering.

I turned to look at him and he was turning bright red, the tent in his shorts quite obvious. His eyes widened as he followed my gaze downward and he hid behind the island quickly.

"Sorry." He whispered, biting his lip.

I laughed. "Is that a baseball bat you have in there or are you just happy to see me?" And I winked.

He tried to look offended but I could see the ego growing in his eyes as he thought, "Baseball bat?"

I smirked at him.

"Well, I'm going to go shower."

And probably rub one out vigorously to the thought of Edward's dick on my ass. Damn, I hadn't realized how horny I was. Or how attractive Edward was.

Until now at least. Now that we were 'friends' and I wasn't focusing on my hatred of all males, he seemed like a good candidate for a hard fu-

Jesus Bella, you just became friends today! You don't even know what his favorite color is!

I abruptly turned to Edward. "What's your favorite color?"

He smiled. "Brown."

Okay, now I have to fuck him.

Okay, no. No, not yet.

I quickly ran upstairs to take a cold shower before I could rape the poor man.

Poor unsuspecting fellow. He has no idea what a fiend I was. I already wanted to get in his pants and we had just begun talking like civilized beings after an emotional break down four hours ago.

Keep it in your pants, Cujo.

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I got out of my very cold shower and dressed quickly, deciding on lacy white panties today. Nice and virginal.

I wished Edward would rip them off with his teeth.

God, I was like a ticking time bomb.

I busied myself around my room, cleaning, and then I decided to listen to music and draw for a while, just to be alone and think.

The easel Alice had given me was in the corner of my room, and I decided on charcoal today.

I wasn't paying attention to what I was drawing, just letting it flow out while I thought about life and even Edward. I missed my mom too. I decided to call her later on.

When I brought my thoughts back to my painting, I almost laughed aloud, but mostly out of confusion. I could see the edge of what looked like a mirror being developed, and what looked like a woman's left breast in the reflection.

My subconscious probably would've drawn a bronze head nestled between her naked legs if I hadn't stopped.

I put the easel in my closet and was surprised to see It was almost four. I had been doing a whole lot of nothing for two hours.

I headed downstairs to start dinner, pausing outside Edward's door to listen to his piano playing.

I found myself grinning like a fool when his music sounded happy for the first time in weeks.

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