Oh my reviewers, I love you so hard.

1smalltree- yeah those lines were quite familiar!

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Okay, let's peek into Eddie's head.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own smutty showers.

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A glorious three weeks of Bella.

Three weeks of her tongue, her tits, her taste.

Three weeks of amazing and stimulating late night conversations, her giggles, her cooking and her not so secret love of my stubble.

Since the first night that I had let bravery take me over and licked her up and down, over and over, I found that I would never, never get enough of her. Ever.

The time that followed the first night will forever be known as the best three weeks of my life.

Apart from that, I got my job. Alice was floating on a cloud of bliss because of Jasper, and Rose was completely over her head in planning. I loved seeing them happy.

And the painting. God, that painting. It just…said so much.

So many things, and all at once, it made me realize.

I loved Bella Swan.

I may not have been in love with her yet, but it was only a matter of time.

So I couldn't kiss her.

And I knew she noticed, how could she not? I could make her cum seven ways to Saturday, but I hadn't kissed her yet.

I couldn't.

Because while we were sexing it up without the sex part, that was fine. That was all physical, and it was driven by lust.

If I kissed her, I would let all my feelings out, and she would see just how much I loved her. And that would scare her, and she would run away.

And I couldn't let that happen. I knew it frustrated her, I could see it in her eyes. And I desperately wanted to, I did.

But it wasn't worth the risk that she would leave.

And beside that, I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to let her know that I was kissing her to really kiss her, to feel her. Not just in some passion driven moment. She deserved worship, especially since Jacob. And I would give it to her.

My god. Jacob.

His name pissed me off. Seeing her so utterly defeated and broken after standing up to him made me want to set the ass fuck on fire.

I punched him. And threw him out. And spit on him.

Love does crazy things.

And then I held her while she cried, remembering her doing the same thing for me when we made up. And it made me smile a little bit that I could be a source of comfort when she was feeling like this.

All the while I was holding her, I was fighting to not engage in a touchdown dance.

In the first moment that she saw him and said his name, I panicked. What if she wanted him back? What if she left?

And then I saw the anger on her face. Then I heard what she said to him.

And It made me ecstatic, even though that was wrong.

What made me even angrier was hearing her say she was worthless, and seeing in her eyes that for whatever reason, she believed that to be true.

I told her that was a bowl of shit, and for a second, just a second, I let it slip.

I showed her my love in one look to her.

And she didn't run away from me.

Something changed in her eyes.

I would have to kiss her soon.

Take a chance.

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I was in the shower, just letting the steam run over me, when I felt tiny arms wrap around my naked body.

I jumped. I hadn't even heard her come in.

I turned to face her, our now wet bodies sliding against each other.

She smirked a cocky grin at me, raising an eyebrow.

She was so beautiful it hurt.

"Just thought you might want a little company Cullen."

I grinned at her.

"You thought right Swan."

I had expected maybe a little foreplay, so neck nibbling, some touching, but no. She wanted to get straight to the point today.

She dropped to her knees and looked up at me.

Bella. Naked and wet. Kneeling in front of me, looking up at me through those thick lashes, pouty lips smiling up, while she, god bless her, palmed her perfect tits.

The sight was enough to make me blow a load right there.

She licked me in one long stroke up my dick, like an ice cream cone, and I let my head fall back against the wall while hot water fell down my body, and Isabella Swan worked me over with her mouth.

I could feel her hot little tongue swirling and twerking me, while she used her delicate little hands to stroke my base, and cup my balls, bringing me that much closer to oblivion.

I came hard, but with Bella, was there any other way?

Not even questioning what had brought on this little episode, I quickly pulled her up to reciprocate, looking into her face for only a moment before I made my way down to pleasure her.

The look on her face in that instant was hopeful, and wanting. But I, being the tactless jack off I am, ignored it.

Not now. It wasn't right.

Her taste took over my senses, and her hands came down, one to my neck to push my face, the other to grasp my hair.

She liked my hair.

She came quickly, her thighs clenching around my face, as I decided not to drag this one out. I expected her to maybe linger in the shower for a moment.

But she simply stepped out , but not before she shot me a look of disappointment. A very clearly pointed look of disappointment, that told me without words just what she thought was going to happen. What brought this little episode on.

"Bella?" I looked at her, feeling confused.

She sighed and turned around, shaking her head.

She thought I was going to kiss her. She wanted me to kiss her.

"Oh, Bella, I'm- I'm sorry." I whispered to her, wanting to convey in those simple words how sorry I really was.

She gave me a forced smile.

"For what? It's fine, Edward."

She walked out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there feeling like a dumb ass.

She probably felt used, felt not important enough. I wonder why it matters to her so much?

Unless she's starting to feel how I do.

It's a fucking kiss, Edward. Stop being such a pussy.

Show her how important she was too me. She wasn't just a sex object.

She was my Bella.

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