A/N: All right, so I didn't get as many reviews as I would have liked for the first chapter, but you guys are reviewing! That's great! Thank you soooo much to those of you that actually read and took the time to review. It means so, so much to me. You have no idea how much easier it is to update so quickly with all these reviews. Chapter title from Taylor Swift's "Love Story".

Part Sixteen

Romeo, Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone

I woke up the next morning, surprisingly refreshed, and ready to hunt down my so-called stalker. Edward, however, was not so thrilled. "Bella?" he called, rapping lightly on the door, just as I awoke.

"Come in!" I giggled, stretching, stifling a yawn. I was not going to sleep away another day. It simply wasn't an option.

"Urgh," he groaned, walking in, a box in his hands. "Must you be so ecstatic about this… investigation?"

"What's that?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Later," he promised, leaning over the bed for a good-morning kiss. "May I?"

"But of course, Mr. Cullen," I said in a high, mock-British voice, scooting over to make room for him next to me. He sat, placing the box on the night table, where it sat, unspoken of.

"Are you feeling all right today, love?" he asked, changing the mood in the room at once. He stretched his arm around my shoulders, and I winced at the bandage, the constant reminder that this was far from a normal day.

"Fine, Edward," I lied. "How about you? You don't seem very happy about this. I know it's a sensitive situation… but…"

"I'm good, Bella," he said. "Really, I am. And I'm here for you. One thousand percent. Ready to go down now?"

I hesitated.

"What is it, Bella?"

"Could we… could you… Do you think we could just sit here for a moment. I'm not sure if I'm… ready, yet?" I pleaded.

"Of course, love. I was thinking the same thing," he admitted, smiling that crooked, toothy smile that made me weak at the knees.

I sat up, staring at him expectantly, and watched him reposition himself as well. "So…. Want to… talk?" I asked.

"I guess," he shrugged. That didn't sound like a "yes" to me.

"Me either," I said. He chuckled. It was true. Just plain talking did not seem like the appropriate way to spend time with the one you loved. Words just couldn't explain everything Edward and I yearned to tell each other.

Before I could completely collect my thoughts, he was kissing me again, the kind of "Notebook" kiss every girl dreamed of. My arms, which had been resting on my knees only seconds ago, wrapped themselves around his back, and I held tight. The sun rose behind us, making the brilliant light that shone through the window dance around us.

I broke the kiss first, as usual, stopping only because I was coughing and sputtering. "What is it, Bella?" Edward asked, as I knew he would. "Are you all right?"

"Nope," I smiled. "I'm wonderful. What did I ever do to deserve you, Edward Cullen?"

A grin broke out across his perfect face, spreading from ear to ear. "Everything, love."

We stayed like that, his arms around me, my head resting on his defined chest, staring at the sunrise for hours. It was truly the perfect way to begin the day.

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"Bella, love, please wake up," Edward's playful voice woke me for the second time that day. I lifted my head a bit and suddenly remembered how I'd gotten there: Edward and I had kissed, and been sitting there. I had grabbed a pillow and put it in his lap… and I must have fallen asleep that way.

"I'm up, I'm up," I said, swatting him. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry, Bells, but we've got to get going. They wanted us down at the station today. To listen to the recordings of the so-called 'stalkers' to see if we could identify their voices," he reminded me gently.

"Yes, I remember. Let's get going." I jumped out of bed, careful not to fall right back down, and grabbed my jeans and a jacket. "I'm gonna go in the bathroom and change real quick. Meet you downstairs in five?"

"Very well," he agreed, leaving my alone to change.

I danced into the adjoined bathroom, feeling like Sandy from Grease. I could not imagine a more magnificent way to spend the morning… and afternoon, really. I slipped on a pair of tightly-fit skinny jeans and a turquoise baby doll top, adrenaline still coursing through my body from the kiss. As soon as I stepped into my size-six silver ballet flats, a confused voice- unmistakably Edward's- echoed throughout the house:

"Bella, can you come down here for a minute? I think someone wants to talk to you before we leave," he said.

A/N: Cliffy!! Ooooh! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW if you want to find out what happens. Sorry if the part about Grease was a bit cheesy. I was listening to "Hopelessly Devoted to You" while I wrote this chapter, and once it popped into my head, I couldn't NOT include it in here. Haha. Thanks to all of you who have been reviewing every chapter. I really appreciate it, and I would appreciate it even more if more people actually did it. Lol. Much love,

C.J.