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Chapter 19

*crickets*

After ten minutes...

"..."

After twenty minutes...

"..."

*another group of crickets joined the first and formed a tribe*

Boss? Bella just admitted that she's in love with you. Why aren't you saying something back?

Beh-laaaa? Beh-laaaa?

"..."

Boss! Come on! This is so not the time to go to Zombieland or wherever you are right now! Snap out of it and say something romantic! If your brain still cannot process properly, copy that famous line from that movie...let's see. Tell Bella "You had me at I'm", 'cause chicks dig that. Yeah, tell her that. Go on! Tell her!

"..."

What the hell, boss? Do you want me to hit you so you can snap out of whatever frozen funk you're in? News flash − I don't have hands so punching you is impossible. But I can twitch really well.

Still nothing.

Fine, I'll twitch then.

The twitching under Edward's boxers caught Catatonic A's attention, and was enough to distract her from her own frozen funk. Bella blinked at Anthony then discreetly looked at Catatonic B.

Edward still looked too shocked to function.

Bella mentally face palmed.

Grace under pressure. Note to self, Google — if you could buy that in bulk and have it implanted in your brain or wear it like a nicotine patch or something that would be great. Seriously, dead silence has got to be the worst way of handling pressure! Just look at what you've done to Edward, Miss-I-blurt-out-everything! Gah!

Bella straightened and felt the heaviness of Edward's hands on her shoulders. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, but the man didn't even blink. She raised her right hand, palm up, and considered hitting him on his face, but couldn't do it. She patted his cheek instead.

Nothing.

"Edward?" she tentatively called. "Are you okay?" Is he even breathing?

Zero response.

Bella frowned a little. Seriously, is it that shocking for him to know about my feelings? I f I'd known that he'd react this way I never would have said anything. I should have stuck to the plan and seduced him gradually. She tried clapping in front of his face, loudly and obnoxiously – doing it in an around, up and down then around again style – but he didn't even flinch.

Shock him, prude.

Shock Edward.

Bella's brow knitted in frustration. How?

Skeweeeeze Anthoneee.

Marie even tingled after making that suggestion, the horny slut.

No way, Marie!

The brunette may have been denying it mentally, but there was no mistaking how her eyes went back to scrutinizing Anthony.

Prude. You know you want to.

Bella pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes at Anthony, glanced at her twitching right hand then expelled a breath. I am not sexually harassing Edward by doing this, right?

Silence.

Marie? Benedict Arnold? Anyone?

No answer. Marie kept tingling, though, which gave Bella the confidence boost to reach out and "skeweeeeeze Anthonee" as what her slutty vagina had suggested.

So she squeezed. Hard.

Edward gasped at the contact.

Bella quickly pulled her hand away. "You're back!"

Zeeee, Beh-laaa – It wuurked!

"Uh, yep...I'm back." Edward cleared his throat. "Did you just, umm, grip Anthony?"

Stop gloating, Marie. "I wanted to revive you from your twisted-coma-whatever, and that was the only thing that worked," Bella explained, blushing.

Giggity. Nice one, boss. Smooth move. Go play dead again, and maybe we'll get Bella to give us head.

Edward wanted to choke Anthony to death. Then again, his perverted dick would love that. Anthony would think his "boss" was pleasuring him instead of killing him. Stay away from this conversation, Anthony. Be quiet! I mean it! He removed his hands from the top of Bella's shoulders then cleared his throat for the second time. "Bella?"

He's going to ask me about my love confession! What to do? What to do? "Uh, hmm?"

"Did you mean it?" Edward stared intently at her.

Act nonchalant! "Mean what?" Bella avoided looking at Mr. Piercing Green Eyes.

"What you, erm, just said a few minutes ago."

Be vague! "I kinda said a lot of things..." Do not fidget, Bella!

"You know...the last part." Edward blushed.

Boss, with all due respect, stop acting like the girl in this conversation! I mean the hedging and blushing? Geez, man up and own it! Be the dashing Prince Charming, not the blushing Princess. We have a rep, dude!

Bella was at loss for words.

Man up! Man up! Man up!

Edward grimaced. Stop chanting, Anthony, you're very distracting. Let me handle this! "Bella? Please look at me."

The brunette wrinkled her nose and blushed some more, but stayed looking at her clasped hands placed on her lap.

"I need to say something important, Bella. And this time, when I say it, I want you to be fully awake and coherent. No more unheard pronouncements. No more misunderstandings."

That totally got Bella's attention and curiosity. "What do you mean? What unheard pronouncements and misunderstandings?"

Edward took a deep breath. I'll tell you about all that later. "Did you know that Heidi broke up with me?"

"No. I assumed you broke up with her, as usual with your past relationships." Bella frowned. "Was it because of me and our arrangement?"

"In a way."

Bella's face fell. "I knew it! I feel so guilty."

Edward shook his head. "You have nothing to feel guilty about. Heidi broke up with me because she figured everything out and gave me the easy way to deal with things."

"Please explain."

A sigh. "When you left us that afternoon, Heidi wanted to have, erm, sex with me."

Yikes. "Umm, TMI?" I love Heidi; I don't want to have any reason to be jealous of her. Please.

"Nothing happened, Bella." Edward paused. "Besides the fact that she couldn't get a response from me, I didn't want to do it."

Bella merely stared at him.

"Anthony wasn't affected by her at all."

The brunette wore a "lolwut?" expression on her face.

"She couldn't get Anthony to 'rise up to the challenge'." He even made air quotes for Bella's benefit.

The "lolwut?" face remained.

I really have to state the obvious. "I didn't get an erection even when she paraded around the house naked."

"Oh." Bella nodded then cleared her throat. "Why?"

"I didn't want to do anything remotely sexual with any other woman – besides you – inside our house. Even outside of it, for that matter."

Be still my heart.

"Heidi was smart enough to recognize that fact. She told me that we had to break up because I belong to..." This is it. This is fucking it! "...you."

Bella gasped.

"I owe Heidi big time for making me see what was there from the start, Bella." Edward blinked a couple of times. He wasn't usually an emotional person, but there really was something profoundly moving in telling the person you're one hundred percent in love with about your feelings.

Good luck exchanging personal vows with Bella then, boss.

Ignoring his dick, Edward reached out to clasp Bella's hand tightly in his own. He entwined their fingers together then raised it to his lips to press a gentle kiss on top of their joined hands. "I'm in love with you too, Isabella Marie Swan. This is it for me. No one else but you. Just you. Only you."

"R-really?"

Edward flashed his very potent crooked grin at her. "It took me three years to finally acknowledge it, and it was thanks to Heidi who brought everything out in the open, but yes, really."

Bella stared at their joined hands unblinkingly. Her heart was pounding in her chest; it seriously felt like it'd burst any minute from now. Brain was peacefully quiet, no wisdom to impart at the moment. Marie was with Brain in Quietville.

Her tear ducts were another matter.

Overwhelmed by Edward's confession, tears started streaming down Bella's cheeks. She sniffed and pursed her lips tightly but a sob or two still managed to escape.

"Those better be happy tears, baby."

Bella nodded still crying. "De-" Sniff. "...finitely." Hiccup. "Happy..." Sniff. "Tears." Sob.

Edward sighed and pulled her closer, enveloping Bella in the warmest, tightest hug she'd ever experienced. He pressed kisses on top of her head and murmured words that made both Bella and Marie tingle.

The brunette buried her face into her boyfriend's muscled chest and– wait! Boyfriend? She pushed Edward away and blinked up at him, sniffing.

Edward brushed a few strands of brown hair away from her face and lovingly tucked them behind her ear. If he was protective of Bella before, he felt ten times more so now. "What's on your mind, babe?"

"We are totally in love with each other," she said in awe.

He chuckled. "Duh."

"And because of that, um, are we in a relationship now?"

"Definitely," Edward confirmed, dropping a quick kiss on her upturned face.

Bella swallowed hard. "L-like...like, boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Yep."

Oh.

From best buddies to couple.

Edward and her.

Edward...

Bella visibly paled.

"Manuscript!" she said loudly and walked out of her room. Locking herself in the nearest room where she could hide, Bella sat on the floor, leaned on the door and looked around. She was "hiding" in Edward's room.

Great.

I am so not ready to have an Edward boyfriend. I even messed up an Eric − there's no way in Satan's abode that I will not frankfurter everything up with an Edward. No offense meant to Eric, but Edward is clearly a Grade A, top-of-the-line boyfriend.

In a class of his own.

And I'm just Bella.

Crazy, mousy, barely B-cup boobed Bella. Ugh. I am so insecure I even disgust myself. Get a grip, Bella. You have better self-esteem than this!

"Bella? Open the door, baby. Whatever's bothering you, we'll deal with it together. I promise!"

Bella wiped away the fresh tears that had fallen down her face and shook her head. "We can't. This...this...us, it's hopeless." She took a deep, calming breath. "We will never work."

Edward scowled at the door. What the fuck? "You're not making sense, Bella. Let me in and we'll talk about it."

"I...I can't talk to boyfriend Edward," she replied, sniffing.

What? "Why the fuck not?"

"I-I just can't."

Edward rested his forehead on the door and took a couple of deep breaths. Be calm; keep calm. Do not freak out. Rein in your temper. Bella is in her over analyzing and over thinking mode. She's obviously reached a conclusion that a relationship between us is a mistake. Bullshit. I'm in love with her; she's in love with me, no mistakes there. He started to pace. I want to break the fucking door down and make her see sense. He wanted to break the door that separated them, period.

Boss, if Bella doesn't want to talk to boyfriend Edward, maybe she'll talk to best friend Edward.

Anthony's suggestion stopped Edward's pacing. For a perverted dick, Anthony could sometimes give some decent advice.

The prick preened. And I'm sexy as well. Boo-yah!

This is worth a try, even if I don't know how to pull this off. Edward knocked on the door. "Bella? Please let me in. Let 'best friend' Edward in. 'Boyfriend' Edward just left the building."

Bella stopped sniffing when she heard that. Let 'best friend' Edward in? 'Boyfriend' Edward left? Huh?

Look at what you did, prude. You turned your boyfriend into a schizophrenic just minutes after you acknowledged your feelings and relationship. Grow up and stop doubting yourself – if you kept this whiny-I'm-just-Bella stuff up, you will lose Edward. You want that?

For once, Bella admitted how having an impudent brain helped in balancing her otherwise neurotic self.

She exhaled. "Edward?"

"Bella?"

"Please give me an hour." She sniffed. "Just let me process everything by myself and we'll talk in the living room." Neutral territory.

Bella's request was met by eerie silence.

"Edward? Please?"

"Okay. One hour." She heard Edward's loud sigh then he said, "I love you."

"I love you, too." No hesitations there.

Edward knocked once to signal that he'd heard her then everything was quiet.

Bella stood up and approached the sole witness to her D-Day – Edward's bed – and laid down, hugging one of her boyfriend's pillows to herself.

Boyfriend. The brunette wrinkled her nose. Fact: I have no idea how to be a good girlfriend. Eric is the only committed relationship that I've ever had and that ended badly. I'm sure I'm a better friend than girlfriend. She paused. Aside from that, how will I transition? I'm Edward's best friend first. This new development will totally shift everything that exists between us. And to be honest, I don't like how insecure I get having Edward as a boyfriend. I am content with what I have physically. I am not vain at all, and thanks to my family and friends I am loved and accepted just the way I am. Sure, Alice plays dress up with me from time to time, but at the end of the day she lets me be. But now, just mere minutes after acquiring a boyfriend, I've turned into this...

Bella grimaced. I am never that girl. I don't obsess over appearances. I don't base my self-worth on other people's opinions. Mom and Dad made sure of that. Even Uncle Phil and Aunt Van did the same when bringing up Alice and Ness. Some would call me sheltered, but honestly I prefer calling it nurtured. I am really lucky to have that kind of a parental unit. Not everyone is blessed with that. So to doubt myself now is totally disrespectful to my family.

Maybe it would be best for them to just be best friends, and nothing more.

Bella covered her face with the pillow and sniffed it, revelling in Edward's scent. But I love him. To not at least give the relationship a chance is...tragic. A tragedy I'd bring upon myself. She removed the pillow from her face and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the situation. And it's not like I never, ever, let other people's opinion affect me. Of course there are times that I make decisions as a reaction to what someone said or did to me. Like my virginity. If Eric hadn't cheated, my hymen would still be intact. There would be no theory, no asking Edward for a favor, no D-Day...no boyfriend Edward.

No boyfriend Edward.

Bella had to admit that thought saddened her.

Eric cheated and I witnessed it personally. That happened for a reason. I was meant to catch him red-handed with another woman. Edward was meant to see me that night, wallowing in front of a plate filled with spaghetti and meatballs, over analyzing the pain of getting cheated on to the extent where I zeroed in on my sexual inexperience as the reason why I was betrayed.

In life, it's always about the choices people make and the direction of their lives comes down to the choices they make.

I chose Edward that night. He warned me about the risk of us sleeping together. Back then, the meaning leaned more towards risking our friendship, but is that what we were really putting on the line for or was it something else?

Bella sat up abruptly.

I am getting ahead of myself here. Is it right to assume that even before D-Day, Edward and I had been attracted to each other already? That somehow we like each other beyond besties? But I wasn't even jealous of his past girlfriends! She frowned. I need to talk to Edward about this. Like, right now.

Walking towards the door, Bella was momentarily distracted by the picture on top of Edward's dresser. Wanting to see it up close, she detoured and approached the dresser instead. Picking up the frame, she smiled at how goofy they both looked, standing in front of The Fisherman's Wharf sign, laughing. She actually had the same picture on her corkboard, back in her room, mixed with other pictures of her family and friends that she collected over the years. Curiously, she looked around the room to see if there were other pictures on display and found none.

Edward only has this one picture in his room.

Bella returned the frame to where it'd sat and, in purposeful strides, headed towards the door. When she opened it, the sight of Edward slumped on the floor with his knees bent, elbows resting on top of them and hands cradling the sides of his head greeted her. He quickly looked up after hearing the door open.

"Have you been sitting there all along?"

Completely ignoring Bella's question, Edward stated "You're breaking up with me."

He looked so dejected. Bella sighed and joined him on the floor. "That was one heck of a conclusion, considering I didn't even use an entire hour to process."

"Like it could still be considered news when a relationship of mine ends," Edward bitterly replied, finger-combing his hair. "How ironic that the only relationship I ever wanted only lasted about an hour."

"Edward..."

"Not that I blame you. Why would you even want to have a relationship with me, right? I'm a fuck up. You deserve someone who's a lot more like you."

Now that doesn't make sense. "Huh?"

"You deserve someone who can offer you stability. I'm a fucking twenty-eight-year-old man and I'm still renting a house! On top of that, I have a dysfunctional family. You grew up surrounded by love and acceptance, while I was disowned because I didn't follow my parents' wishes. I've fucked around since I entered puberty, and you're pure and innocent." Edward scowled at nothing in particular. "Alec looked like he's really close to his Dad and sister. He owned a house and his hook-ups never made it to any men's magazine as cheap entertainment. You deserve Alec, or at least someone like him." More agitated hair pulling.

Bella gaped in surprise at the man beside her. Oh my God. Edward is just as insecure as I am! I can't believe he feels he's unworthy of me when in fact it should have been the other way around! And how come he knows a lot about Alec anyway? "I'm not in love with Alec. I'm in love with you," she pointed out.

Edward paused from his hair pulling to look at her. "I don't deserve you, Bella."

"I spent almost an hour freaking out in your room because I feel that I don't deserve you."

"That's a load of bullshit."

Bella bit her lower lip. "The first thought that entered my mind when you acknowledged that we are now a couple was 'I am so not ready to have an Edward boyfriend.' That was why I ran and locked myself in your room. I had to think, 'cause the very idea of having a boyfriend like you is scary."

"An 'Edward' boyfriend?" Edward turned to face her, brows knitting in confusion. "You're scared to have a 'boyfriend like me'? Did you just put me in some fucking category?"

"I did not do such thing!" Bella denied, paused, and then frowned. "Did I?"

"Yes!" Edward snapped, glaring at her. "I'm Edward, your boyfriend. Stop referring to me as if I'm a fucking brand of something. Get your 'Edward Boyfriend', only $9.99 if you order now," he scoffed. "If that isn't a label, I don't know what is."

A very loud sigh. "I'm only stating the obvious, Edward. I didn't label you at all! You're gorgeous, a successful businessman and your sexual prowess is public knowledge. You're one of Seattle's hottest bachelors. But compared to these other bachelors, you're..." Bella stopped talking and cringed. "...right. I totally categorized you."

"Yes, you really did."

Bella fidgeted. "It's just that...erm, it's hard to have you as a boyfriend, Edward, especially if I'm the girlfriend."

Back to being whiny and insecure again, prude?

"We only became a couple an hour ago, Bella. It's totally unfair to say that it's hard for you to have me as your boyfriend when we've barely even started." Edward shook his head in frustration. "You're judging me based on what exactly?"

"Me! Based on me!" Bella replied on a shrill voice. "I'm just Bella, ordinary Bella. You should date someone beautiful, sophisticated and hot. You know, women the same level as you, while I stick to men the same level as me. Men like Eric."

Edward stared at her in disbelief. "Bella, if there was someone who should be second-guessing one's worth in this relationship, it should be me! I told you, I'm a fuck up. Good looks and knowledge in bed? Those fucking superficial things don't matter in the grand scheme of things! Besides, I still have a lot to prove before I could call myself a 'successful businessman.' I'm nobody special, Bella."

Emo A and Emo B stared at each other, speechless.

Bella's impudent brain wasn't feeling as emotional, though.

Seriously? I so want to hit you both in the head right now for being whiny and insecure together. My God, prude, if that isn't a sign that you really do belong together; I'll stop being the Benedict Arnold in your life.

Boss, stop this stupidity. You're doing serious damage to my cred. You are not pathetic. You are special. We are special. Repeat that eight times.

"I'm not usually this insecure..." Edward admitted after a long stretch of silence.

Bella nodded, biting her lower lip. "Me either – I have better self-esteem than this. And I don't normally judge people easily."

Emo B reached out to hold Emo A's hand and squeezed it gently. "Honest answer, Bella. It doesn't really bother you that I'm a fuck up?"

Bella frowned at him. "One, you were never a frankfurter up. You've come a long way, and you proved to your parents that you could stand on your own even without their money and support. Second, Alec could own the White House for all I care, but I would never choose him over you. I mean it. I don't care if you're twenty-eight and still have no house to call your own. That doesn't measure the man that you are. But, for the sake of reminding you and also as an ego-boost, you own a building, Edward. You have property. And yes, you can call yourself a successful businessman because you are one. Stop belittling yourself! "

Boss, for the sake of ending this pity party for two, please stop thinking this "she's-too-good-I'm-too-unworthy blah blah blah" crap and focus on what matters: you both love each other. You're in love with each other. That's what's important. Does it have to be your perfect dick that does all the validating here?

Edward locked eyes with Bella and moved closer. "Let's make a deal."

"Deal?"

"Yep. I will stop doing this if you do." He smirked a little.

Bella narrowed her eyes. "Stop doing what?"

"You stop thinking that I deserve someone better or that I should be with a woman the same level as me." Edward turned serious. "There are no levels, Bella, just perceptions. Everybody has them, but I only care about yours. I care about your perceptions of me, specifically. So, I have to say this." He paused, muttered something under his breath that Bella failed to catch, and with a resigned look on his face, started talking again.

"I dated a lot. I fucked a lot. I used to have one-night stands, but three years ago I stopped having them and had relationships instead. Granted they didn't last long, but still, it was a vast improvement. I'm not the type to over-evaluate my behavior, even my choices, because to be honest I'd rather sweep them under the rug and not mull on them, but thinking about it now, I most likely had a change of heart when I met you. Only, in the back of my mind – shoved really deep – I considered you off-limits. I never had a girl-friend, a female buddy, I mean. I'd never even lived with anyone carrying the X chromosome except my mother. But why did I insist that I rent your apartment? Back then the nearness of the house to Masen's was the driving force, but was it really that reason alone?" Edward shrugged.

"Maybe I can't answer that and make sense of everything that has happened between us for the past three years, but I am more than capable of doing something about it now. I am honest to God in love with you, Bella. You're the only woman who has made me want to stay put and be part of something permanent. Try-anything Edward became all-settled Edward because of you. For the first time in my life, I am content with what I have and I could clearly see myself doing this for the rest of my life: expanding and running Masen's, living with you and sharing my life with you. I mean, I know this sounds like a proposal, and we'll get there someday, but for now, all I'm saying is that I really, truly am in love with you. I'm in love with the over thinking, weird, asks-the-most-inappropriate-questions, curious, over analytical, couldn't-curse-to-save-her-life, kindest and sexiest woman known to all as Isabella Marie Swan. And that's not my perception of you, that's the Bella I know and unconditionally, irrevocably love."

Oh my God.

Bella swallowed hard and blinked. I should have recorded what he just told me or something. I have to hear those words over and over again. Or use it as my personal ringtone for Edward.

Marie tingled in agreement.

Edward gazed at Bella expectantly. "Babe?"

Bella just stared back at him, eyes shining, but there weren't any signs that she'd burst into tears anytime soon. She actually looked calm for a change.

So he waited.

When Bella slipped her hand from his and stood up, he moved to follow, but the hand he'd been holding a minute ago stopped him. "Stay seated. Please."

So he remained seated. Thank God he stayed that way, because what Bella did next made his knees weak.

Blushing profusely but wearing a determined look on her face, Bella pulled her nightshirt up and off her body. Tossing the shirt away, she pushed her chest forward and closed her eyes. Edward likes my tits. I do recall him admitting that, so I can do this. Just please calm down and stop sweating, Bella! The first time you seduce a man and you'll ruin it by wiping your armpits in front of him because you're disgustingly dripping! Ew. Just relax! Exhaling loudly, she reached out and touched her nipples, both thumbs and forefingers tweaking what Edward's mouth and tongue wanted to lick and suck. I'll get my turn soon. I hope.

Anthony hardened immediately.

"Be-Be..." Edward groaned. Loudly.

He's stuttering and groaning. I'm an effective seductress! Yay!

Her know-it-all-brain was not amused. Prude, focus! Do not yay in the middle of seducing Edward. Keep doing it! And while you're at it, feel what you're doing to yourself and to Edward. Be erotic and bask in the sensations!

Right. Be erotic and bask in the sensations. Bella played with her sensitive nipples some more and recalled how it felt when it was Edward's tongue doing the, ahem, playing.

Delicious.

"Shh, Edward. Let me do this..." Moan. "I don't know how you do it..." Groan. "...but, you're the only man...Oh God...who makes me feel...like this. God." Moving a few steps backward until she felt the wall touching her bare back, she leaned her entire upper body on it and opened her eyes. "Hearing you...say those words..." Hiss. "...made me feel...so...horny."

Anthony twitched nonstop.

Edward salivated. The sight of a half-naked Bella playing with her pink-tipped nipples would forever be etched on his mind.

Then Bella licked both her thumbs and pressed them again on her nipples, groaning as she did so, and Edward lost it.

Standing up, with Anthony stiff as a board and tenting his boxers, he quickly moved in front of Bella and pulled her to him, crushing his lips over hers in the process. Bella opened her eyes in surprise. Her almost-protest did not do anything but grant Edward's tongue access inside her mouth, an opportunity that he gladly took advantage of. Bella could feel him lick her upper teeth, the sides and the roof of her mouth until his tongue finally tangled with her own.

There would be no denying who was dominating this kiss.

Edward was sucking everything that she could offer, and the brunette could only moan in response. It felt like Mr. Piercing Green Eyes with the equally Piercing Delicious Tongue wanted to consume her by sucking her life force away.

Gasping for breath, Edward rested his forehead on Bella's as his mouth stayed hovering over hers, just providing the necessary space to breathe, but not losing skin-to-skin contact. He swiped his tongue over Bella's upper lip before taking little nibbles on her lower lip then back again to licking.

"I told you..." Deep, ragged breaths. "...to stay seated."

Edward smiled, still nibbling Bella's lip. "Sorry, but my girlfriend is standing in front of me, half-naked and touching herself. I couldn't stay away." He wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her closer until her naked chest rubbed against his shirt-clad torso. "I love you."

Bella placed her arms around his neck and cradled the nape with her hands. "I love you too." She kissed him, not as passionately as what Edward had done, but just as loving. "And it's a deal."

Edward took his mouth away from its hovering position over Bella's to gaze at her in wonder. "No more insecurities for either of us?"

Bella smiled a little. "To be honest, I think when you're this much in love with someone you're bound to feel unsure of yourself sometimes. It's not a happy feeling, but I'm pretty certain that there's no avoiding it, and as long as we're both honest about it and talk it out, we'll be okay. So, more like, it's a deal to work over our insecurities together whenever the need arise."

"Okay." Edward nodded. "I get jealous, like crazy jealous."

"I get crazy, period."

They grinned at each other.

"I'm possessive."

Bella patted Edward's cheek. "I think we've already established the fact that we belong to each other. Not that I'll just shrug off the sight of tall, slender women flirting with you in the future..." She paused for a full second then added, "Or even petite, voluptuous women...hmm. Let's just say any woman flirting with you."

"I have yet to see you get jealous." He actually sounded excited which made Bella frown. "Not that I'll do anything to make you jealous. I'm hopelessly devoted to you, Bella."

He said that with a perfectly straight face.

"Thank you for the assurance, Olivia Newton-John."

Edward chuckled. "No, seriously, I really am. I'm not interested in anyone but you, Bella, but, I have to be honest – it'd be nice to see you get jealous for a change. I'm always the one possessed by the green-eyed monster. That's why I'm curious to see how you'll react when you get jealous."

Bella pondered for a full minute. "I'm not really a jealous person," she admitted. "Then again, I haven't felt this way before, either. We'll see."

"I can't believe I'm anticipating my girlfriend's jealousy when that was a huge turn off for me before." Edward shook his head. "You've turned my world upside down, Bella."

"Ain't love grand?" Bella replied with a teasing smile.

They gazed at each other in wonder.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"Tell me, when will we go back to making out that will eventually lead to hot schmexin?" Bella inquired casually. "I mean, I'm half naked and Anthony has been poking me the entire time we've been having our conversation. The wall behind me feels comfortable enough, so..."

A sly grin spread over Edward's face. "Wall schmexin?"

Bella beamed. "Wall schmexin!" New sexual position! Yay!

Abowt thimmme.

Leaning his head down, Edward kissed Bella again. It was a full out tongue-tangling, lip-biting, spit-swapping kiss. A kiss designed to up the horniness level to must-fuck-now-or-we'll-go-blind. He pushed her gently against the wall and pressed his hard body against her, hands moving down to cup her ass. One remained on her butt, while the other travelled across her lower thigh until it reached the back of her knee. He then raised her left leg and hooked it around his waist before his hand returned to its rightful place, cupping Bella's other butt cheek. His mouth moved down her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there. Bella could only grab his shoulders and muscular arms and hold tight, whimpering at the sensation of his wet tongue repeatedly sliding over her neck and collar bone.

Aligning Anthony and Marie by lifting Bella a little, Edward pushed and rubbed his rigid dick over Bella's moist center. Even with the barrier of his boxers and her pajama bottoms, he could still feel Bella's wetness seep through. Fuck! He moaned, rubbing harder, his hands tightening their grip on her butt. Missing Bella's mouth, he went back to kissing her, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth in tune with the rhythm of the pushing-and-pulling of his hips.

"Uhhh, yesss Edward...please, don't stop...God!" Bella begged, keening.

Edward grunted; frantically dry humping her, even if, between Bella's wetness and his steadily dripping pre-cum, nothing was left dry anymore.

Pumping furiously, Edward released Bella's mouth and went straight to her nipples. It only took two long licks, a swirl and a suck and the brunette came undone. Bella's breath hitched, she bit the side of her lower lip and enthusiastically cried Edward's name, squeezing her eyes shut when the glare of light exploding under her lids became too intense.

God waved hello. So did Cedric Diggory.

Edward willed Anthony to not cum even if he could feel his balls tingle after witnessing Bella orgasm like that. Her cheeks were flushed, along with her chest. She was still breathing hard and yet, if Edward heard it correctly, she was humming something under her breath.

"Baby?" he called tentatively, attempting to unhook the leg around his waist to make her more comfortable. However, Bella stubbornly kept her leg there and lifted the other one, hooked it around the other side of his waist and crossed her ankles on his lower back, securing herself to him. "You never fail to surprise me. I didn't expect that kind of reaction to my confession." Edward gave his girlfriend a peck on her slightly swollen lips. "You're free to react the same way from now on, okay? You'll hear no complaints from me."

Bella opened her eyes, now breathing evenly and still humming softly to herself. She flashed Edward a serene smile and gave him a hug. Edward shivered feeling Bella's entire body pushed against him. He shivered some more when her mouth hovered over his right ear, her breath unintentionally tickling him. Moving his hands up to her back, he hugged her tighter. Edward anticipated a light nibble on his ear or even a lick but neither happened. Instead, Bella whispered words.

"You think I'm pretty without any make up on, you think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong, I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down... Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love. We can dance until we die, you and I, we'll be young forever."

Brows knitting, Edward pushed Bella slightly away from him. "What?"

Bella giddily held his face, rubbed her nose against his before giving him a peck on the lips. Then she locked eyes with him and enunciated the rest of her words. "You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you turn me on. I can't sleep, let's run away and don't ever look back. Don't ever look back. My heart stops when you look at me, just one touch now baby I believe. This is real so take a chance and don't ever look back. Don't ever look back."

Edward smiled. "Is that a song?"

"Yep, I'm too blissed out to sing, so I opted to just say the words," Bella explained, cheeks pinking a little. "I meant every single word, though. Thank you, Katy Perry. My dream – teenage or otherwise – has come true, and that's because of you, Edward Cullen."

He dropped a light kiss on her lips. "I promise to never, ever look back. Instead, I'll move forward with you."

Cheesy, boss, but so sincerely said it even moved me. Kudos to you.

Bella made an aww face. "Ditto."

They sealed the pronouncement with a kiss.

Anthony started humping the air. He was like a dog in heat.

Marie started tingling like there was no tomorrow. She was like, well, a pussy in heat.

"I want you all the way now," Bella mumbled.

Edward mock-scowled at her. "How come in this relationship, you're always the first one to say everything? You beat me saying 'I'm in love you', and now this?"

"Don't blame me, slowpoke. Come on, I need to be naked for this and you—"

"See!" Edward interrupted, putting Bella down gently. "I should be the one saying that!"

Bella rolled her eyes. "Sheesh, please stop complaining. It's lame." She pulled her bottoms down while openly watching Edward take his clothes off. "Dude, physically you're like...wow."

Edward smirked. "Thanks. Glad to know the girlfriend appreciates the body." Then he pulled his boxers down, releasing Anthony from his confines, which made "the girlfriend" whistle.

"He's mine, right?" Bella asked, eyeing Anthony intently.

"Of course," Edward confirmed and stared at Marie possessively. "She belongs to me, right?"

"Yes."

They gazed at each other's privates for a full minute.

Boss, Bella will not orgasm with you just staring at my Marie like that. Geez, dude, neither will I – I need friction and skin to skin action. Get to it!

Beh-laaaaa. I waaant Anthoneeee. Naaaaaw!

"You want to continue this in my room?"

Bella shook her head. "I want wall sex, Edward."

He grinned and walked closer to her until they're almost just a breath apart. "Then wall sex it is."

Ahem.

Bella hummed then recited Katy Perry's Teenage Dream to Edward. Love it :)

Chapter 20 is supposed to be the final chapter guys. We'll see :)