Not Tonight Chapter 4, a twilight fanfic

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A/N: Please accept my sincere apology for not posting this yesterday, but I was rather busy and not feeling well by the end of the day. But here it is! The last chapter of my extended one-shot. Hope you enjoy it!

Things had really picked up at work with the new offices getting ready to open. Sam, Leah, and I were going through the necessary training to be prompted to Team Leaders. While everyone else in the office was busy learning to cover all the work we would leave behind. In the following month Sam and Leah would be heading to Chicago and New York, respectively. While I was waiting on the Phoenix branch to be secured.

I did my best to push Edward out of my mind, and I was surprisingly successful with this endeavor at work with all the talk about our new offices in Chicago and New York. But at home when I was alone it would sneak up on me. Mostly while I was doing everyday normal, mundane things like cooking, laundry, or watching TV. I never expected it because it wasn't intentional. It always caught me off guard, but I did the only thing I could to keep my sanity about the situation. I smiled at the fond memory I had and moved on to something else.

The next month moved by quickly. Sam and Leah were spending their last week at the office before their relocation, and a location for our Phoenix office was chosen. But it wouldn't be ready to open until two more months from then. And that put my move smack dab in the middle of the holiday season. Perfect. There wasn't much that I could do except start packing and preparing.

It was the first time that I would be going back to Arizona since attending my Mother's funeral. I smiled at the thought of being close to her again. It would be good. Of course it was sad that I didn't have her with me anymore, but I couldn't be sad or angry about her passing any more. She fought so hard to stay with me as long as she could that I couldn't let her battle's purpose be my sadness. No. I would cherish every moment that I had had with her for my first 16 years of life. I would spend the remaining years being happy and knowing that I was loved by her more than anything. And for the first time, I was honestly excited about the move.

At work, I had been cleaning out my inbox and preparing for the weekend, even though it was Thursday. Sam and Leah's going away party was the next day so I knew I wouldn't be getting any work done.

"Isabella, can I see you in my office for a moment? Something important has come up." Tyler didn't sound mad, so I knew I wasn't in trouble. But he didn't sound like his usual self. I followed him after one last look at my desk. "Isabella, good." He definitely looked flustered. "Please close the door and have a seat."

I did as he asked. "Is something wrong, Mr. Crowley?"

"No. But we have a bit of a situation with the new locations. Sam has to back out of the responsibility for personal reasons, so I want to know if you could step up and take the position in the Chicago office. You've already been trained, and switching you to Chicago would give me two months to train someone else for Phoenix. Now, I know you weren't expecting to move so soon, so obviously I'm not asking you to be ready to fly out by Monday when Sam was going to go. But the sooner the better. What do you say?" He looked at me with a hopeful expression.

"Yes. Absolutely, I can do it. I've already packed everything that I don't use on a daily basis. Umm... I think if I have a week, mostly away from the office," I clarified, "I could manage to be ready to go next week."

"That's fantastic, Isabella!" The relief on his face made me smile. "You've really saved me a headache here. We've already been advertising to the local agents in the Chicago area and I know that they were excited to have that office open up as soon as possible."

"I'm just glad I could help." And I hoped that Sam was alright. "I'm assuming then that Sam won't be in for a while?"

"No," he answered. His smile now gone.

"Okay, well, can you pass along my sympathies for... whatever has happened?" I didn't want to pry so I left it at that.

"Of course. And Thank you, again," he said.

I smiled at him as I closed the door to his office. I couldn't believe what was happening. Angela's words were ringing in my head. Let what happens happen. I knew I had to call her and tell her the news. At least I wouldn't be moving during the middle of the holidays now.

I spent that weekend and the following week packing and making arrangements. I decided to quit the lease on my apartment. I wasn't sure how long I would be gone, and when I moved back to Seattle, I knew that I could always stay temporarily with Angela, or even my father. Although he was a few hour away in Forks.

I would be taking over the apartment and car that Sam had leased in Chicago, so those parts of the arrangement were simple enough. My dad came for a few days to help me pack, and I'm sure spend time with me before I left. I knew he was worried, but he'd never say so, even if he did leave behind a canister of pepper spray. I chuckled to myself when I saw it sitting innocuously on the coffee table after coming back inside from seeing him off.

Before I new it, I was walking out of the apartment I had called home for many years now for the last time. I felt a pang of sadness because I was leaving that part of my life behind. At least for a little while. I had hated Washington when I had first moved there. Going from constant sunshine to practically none in the span of a few hours was definitely a change that I couldn't physically comprehend. But I found some solace in the dreary weather. It fit my mood at the time, and I eventually grew to love it and find comfort in the cloud coverage.

I took one more look around and noticed that I had left the bass fish magnet stuck to the fridge. Underneath it was Edward's business card. I'd thought about him from time to time since I found out that I'd be moving to Chicago, but I still couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. Not only would it still be weird, but I was finally at a comfortable place with my memory of that night. I didn't want to turn my world upside down again only to realize that he was with someone else, or worse, didn't remember me at all. I had a perfect memory and I didn't want to tarnish that. But I still couldn't throw away that damn business card. I smiled to myself as I slipped the magnet and the card into my purse, turned off the light, and locked the door.

The apartment in Chicago was furnished so all of my furniture went into storage in Seattle. I left a key with Angela. I had a couple of suitcases with me for the flight, and everything else was being FedEx-ed to the apartment. I had already said goodbye to my friends and I didn't want to say goodbye again so I had already decided that I'd be taking a taxi to the airport. It was a Monday, so it wasn't too crowded. I sat in the terminal and people watched until I was able to board the plane. Once I was settled into my seat, I took out my well read copy of Wurtheing Heights and got lost in the story. I was very thankful that it was a non stop flight.

As we touched down, I looked out the window and grew more and more excited about my adventure. And less and less excited at the announcements over the intercom. We were going to have to wait on the tarmac for at least half an hour, since other flights had been grounded due to an approaching storm.

I tried in vain to go back to reading my book, but my mind just would not focus. I was thinking about all I had to get done before officially moving into my new office. Luckily I had the rest of the week to unpack and settle before heading back to work.

Finally we were allowed to de-board the plane after an hour. I picked up my luggage at baggage claim and headed out to where my car would be waiting. I was so glad that Sam was on top of all of his arrangements. I silently thanked him, and hoped he was doing alright.

Finally out of the crazy Chicago Midway International Airport and inside my nice warm car, I took the map out of my coat pocket that I had printed out before my departure. It stated that it would only take me about 30 minutes to get to the apartment.

I was on my way, but somehow I managed to get turned around. I must have gotten on the wrong freeway when I came about the interchanges.

"I should be there by now. This isn't right," I told the DJ on the radio just as the clouds opened up and the storm that had been threatening the skies finally let loose. I decided to pull off the freeway to take a good look at my map. As I was making my way towards a parking lot, my car started rolling as if it had a flat tire. "Oh, now this is fantastic! Just what I need. God damn it."

After pulling into a space, I hopped out of the car and sure enough the rear driver's side tire was completely flat, and I was completely drenched already. I popped the trunk only to find that there was no spare.

"Fuck."

I heard sirens getting louder and louder. And then a car flying like a bat out of hell passed by with a police car hot on it's tail. It was then that I looked at my surroundings. I realized I wasn't in the nicest of places. I decided to get back into the car.

I was starting to get a little worried. I didn't know where I was, I had a flat tire, and I knew no one in Chicago. I dug in my purse for my cell phone. Laying on top of it was a familiar business card. My first instinct was to call AAA, but because I was frightened I was longing for a familiar voice... I hesitated only a moment, I no longer cared how this made me look. I just wanted to get out of here to my new apartment. I dialed the number and held my breath.

"Hello?" It was him.

"Edward?" I needed to double check even though I recognized his voice.

"Yes. Who is this?" He sounded a little annoyed.

Before I could regret making the call I started speaking. "Um... I don't know if you remember me, but we met a number of months ago in Seattle?" I paused for a long time waiting for him to respond. But I guess I'd been right all along. He had forgotten all about me and our tryst. "We met at the Fairmont?" I tried to jog his memory. "In the... umm... elevator?"

"Yes. Yes, Bella," he finally spoke in a rush of words. "Of course I remember you. I'm just surprised that you're calling. I mean, it's been so long now."

"Yeah... Well." My brain was screaming 'Mistake! Mistake!' But I just kept talking, "Um, I said I'd call if I was ever in Chicago," I said with a nervous chuckle.

"You're here? Really? For how long?" I could hear some rustling of papers on the other end of the line.

"I don't know exactly. At least a year..." I realized that that might sound strange, so I tried to explain. "My company is opening a new office here and... Well, anyway. I'm in Chicago, but I'm in a bit of a predicament at the moment. I was wondering if you could, maybe, help me?"

"Anything, Bella. What do you need?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and thanked the almighty that Edward was such a nice guy. "Well, I just got in about an hour ago. I was driving to my apartment, but I think I must have gotten turned around on the interchange or something. Anyway, when I pulled off the freeway I got a flat tire. There's no spare and it's raining, and I think... I'm in a not-so-nice neighborhood."

"Where are you?" He sounded concerned now.

I looked up to the nearest street sign. "West 63rd? I'm in a church parking lot right off the freeway. I'm pretty sure I was on 90."

He paused for a moment. "You're right. That's not a very good area. Stay right there, Bella. I'm coming to get you."

"Thank you, Edward." I said with a sigh.

"See you soon." And with that the line disconnected.

Even though I was no longer on the line with him, just the fact that I was going to see him very soon was making me smile. At that moment, all my earlier hesitancy seemed so ridiculous. I only had to wait for about 15 minutes before I saw a car start to pull into the empty parking lot. A moment of panic struck me as the car pulled up parallel to mine, our front left windows facing each other. But then the driver's window of the other car rolled down and I saw the face I couldn't forget no matter how hard I had tried. I rolled down my window to see him better.

"You're soaked!" He spoke with a laugh.

"Well hello to you too, Edward." I couldn't help the smile that lit up my face at just the sight of him. He rolled his window back up and stepped out of the car. He opened my door and offered his hand.

"Do you have luggage?" He asked as I stepped out.

"Yes." I answered. "It's in the trunk."

"Go wait in my car. I'll get your bags." I looked at him in confusion. "We'll come back tomorrow to get your car and fix the tire. Better to do it in the day light." He took off the black zip up hoodie he was wearing to put it around my shoulders. "Now, go warm up in the car." He gave me that crooked smile I'd missed all those months.

I did as he asked, and watched him unload my luggage from my trunk to his. Since he had given me his hoodie, it left him in just a white tee shirt and blue jeans. The white shirt had begun to cling to his form because of the rain. My memories never did him any justice. He was still just as gorgeous as that night we met back in Seattle so many months ago. I wrapped his hoodie tighter around myself as I felt the chill begin to settle in. I instantly felt calmer when his scent washed over me. It was almost as if the rain made him smell even better.

He finished loading his car and hopped back into the drivers seat.

"Is that everything?" He looked at me running his hand through his wet hair, removing the strands that were stuck to his forehead.

"Yes." It was the only word I could croak out in that moment. I realized that he probably just dropped everything he was doing to come and help me. "Thank you again, Edward, for helping me. I didn't know who else to call. I don't know anyone here yet."

"You know me," he said with a smile as he turned towards me.

"Yes. That's true," I answered him.

"So where is you apartment anyhow?" He looked out the window as he spoke, "It's not in this area, I hope."

"No, I don't think so." I pulled the map out of my purse. "Here's the address." I showed him the address.

"That's no where near here, thank god." He pulled out of the parking lot and got back on the freeway, going the opposite direction that I had been heading. "You must have taken 90 South instead of North. You're actually not that far from me." The last part he spoke quietly, almost as if he was thinking to himself. "It's late, but not too late. Would it be alright if we made a detour to my home first? That way we could dry off and you could relax a little bit?"

"That sounds..." I was going to decline, but suddenly the weight of everything his me. The thought of going to a strange apartment alone did not seem very comforting. "...really nice actually. I don't think I realized how frazzled I was until you mentioned relaxing."

"Good." He smiled but kept his eyes on the road. "So you're going to be in Chicago for a while then?"

"Yes." I explained more. "My company is opening a new office here and I was chosen to be the Team Leader. Well actually I was chosen to lead the Phoenix office that will be opening in a couple months, but I was moved to the Chicago office because the original person for the job had to back out. And now here I am. I'm going to be here for at least a year."

He glanced at me as he changed lanes. "Are you moving back to Seattle then after the first year?"

"I honestly don't know." I thought about his question. "I guess it all depends on how it goes here in Chicago. I didn't hold on to my apartment or anything back at home. I have furniture, but it's all in storage. I... I don't know." I shrugged and let out a small laugh. I don't think in my adult life I've ever been in a similar situation, where my future wasn't planned out. It was exciting to me to have things up in the air for now.

"You'll just have to make the most of your time here then, won't you?" He turned to me and smiled, holding my gaze while we were stopped at a red light.

I didn't respond because I was too busy thinking about what he'd said. I didn't know if he meant it to have so much meaning, but it certainly did to me. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't even realize we had pulled into the driveway of Edward's home.

"Here we are." He announced as he pulled up to the front of his house.

I looked up through the windshield. It was very modern looking with grey stone walls. "This looks so amazing. I've never seen anything like it."

"Thanks," he said as he led me to the front door.

If I thought the outside was beautiful, the inside was no comparison. It was open and light with windows everywhere. "Oh, Edward. This is gorgeous." He led me up the wooden staircase to another living area with a fireplace. It looked very plush and cozy. Even more so after he started the fire.

"I'm just going to change real quick. I'll be right back." I couldn't get the image out of my head. I knew he was still wet from being out in the rain, but I had to admit I was going to miss the way his shirt clung to his muscled chest.

Quicker than I thought, he was back. "I brought you a shirt and sweats to change into, if you'd like. I'm sure your clothes are still we from the rain too." He shrugged and handed me the clothes.

"Yeah, I guess they are. Thank you." I hadn't really noticed, but after he mentioned it my wet clothes were beginning to feel very uncomfortable.

"You can change in my room." He gestured with a thumb over his shoulder towards his bedroom. "Would you like something to drink? I could open a bottle of wine, if you'd like?"

"That sounds really good. Thanks," I answered.

I stepped into his room and closed the door. I didn't want to be a snoop, but I couldn't help myself. I didn't go as so far to open any drawers or check his medicine cabinet, but I took a good look around. His room was borderline ridiculous with an attached master bath complete with a jacuzzi tub. I wondered if I could get him to take a bubble bath with me.

"Bella? Are you alright?" He asked with a soft knock at the door.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Be out in a sec." I was a little embarrassed. Surely he knew I was snooping.

I quickly changed into the sweatpants and shirt he offered to me. The pants were way too long. I rolled up the waist bit, and the bottoms. I still looked like I was being swallowed by them. It didn't matter much though because the shirt looked like a dress on me. No way was I going to be able to seduce him looking this ridiculous.

I left his room to find him sitting on the sofa in the living room. He smirked at me in my get-up. "Sorry," I said with a shrug. I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for; taking so long, or not fitting into his clothes - not that that was anything to apologize for. "The pants were a bit long so I had to roll them."

He smiled back at me. "It's alright. You look kind of adorable." He waved me over to join him on the sofa and handed me a glass of wine. "Here's your wine."

"Thank you," I said as I took a sip. It was one of the smoothest wines I had ever tasted. Everything about Edward told me that he had expensive taste. "Edward, you're house is really lovely. It's so modern, but natural looking at the same time."

"Thank you," he said as he looked around. "I like it. My sister Alice helped with the design. I love the city, and I love living here, but it's nice to have my home as sort of a sanctuary away from the rush of city life. I really wanted a place to come home to and unwind. Forget about all the business stuff," he explained with a wave of his hand.

"That's what I really love about Seattle. I moved there from Arizona when I was 15. I remember hating it at first. Complaining that it was too green." I laughed at my memory. "But I grew to love it, even taking comfort in it. I think miss it already."

He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear, and stroked my cheek as he brought his hand back down to his lap. He put his wine glass down on the table and moved closer to me. His eyes were searching mine as he inched closer, only breaking contact when he looked at my lips. Just like that night so many months ago, my only answer to his unspoken question was yes. Without looking away from me, he took my glass from my hand and set it onto the table next to his own abandoned drink.

"Bella," he said and his breath washed over me. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since that night in Seattle. Seeing you again... It's just like that night. I'm so drawn to you. Tell me you feel the same?"

"I tried so hard to forget you." I answered, my voice thick with emotion. "That night... I just couldn't do it. I knew that if I had stayed with you, I would have given you all of me. And it would have broken me to watch you leave the next day. I don't know what this is," I gestured between us. "It's so ridiculous and wonderful at the same time. I am completely drawn to you. I don't think I could ever be close enough."

Before I could go on he crashed his mouth to mine. And as if my body had remembered his, his touch awakened me. I couldn't escape the moan that left my lips as he kissed down my neck and pushed my body down into the cushions, hovering over me.

"Bella," he whispered between kisses. "Bella, I missed you. I missed the way you hair smells, I missed the way your skin tastes. I missed the way your body feels pressed against mine."

"Oh God, Edward. I thought about you so many times." I confessed my ridiculous obsession with him. "It always gave me the... personal encouragement I needed."

"Fuck," he groaned. "You can't say things like that, baby. Not yet."

He pulled the sweat pants off of me and kissed his way up my leg, pushing the shirt up just under my breasts. He kissed up to my belly button while his fingers hooked into my panties pulling them down. My hands found his hair while he kissed lower and lower to the part of me that so desperately wanted his touch. As his tongue found me I gasped in pleasure. I couldn't even describe the way he was making me feel because my mind couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure. I came completely undone when his skillful fingers entered me. I couldn't be sure but I thought I heard him moan in pleasure as my orgasm over came me.

My eyes were closed as I came down from my high, and I'm pretty sure I had a huge grin on my face. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath, my heart was still racing. But it was good. So good. He had made me deliciously light headed.

He crawled his way back up my body and whispered in my ear, "Stay with me tonight." He kissed the hollow of my throat bringing his tongue up my neck back to my lips. "Let me show you."

I wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to show me, but I knew that I was enjoying it immensely. I also knew that I no longer had the strength to say no to him. Just like I had told him earlier. I knew I would give him all of me.

"Stay with me" he said me again.

I could only nod, not trusting my voice.

"Say it." He gripped my waist as if he thought I would leave. "Out loud. I need to hear you say it, Bella." His words were tinged with a desperation that I empathized.

"Yes. I'll stay with you." I kissed him hard to prove the conviction of my words. "I'll stay."

He kissed my eyelids as they closed again. And in one swift motion I was lifted from the couch, and he was carrying me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he took me out of the room. He stumbled a few times on the way to what I assumed was his bedroom. Once we were there he put me down to stand at the edge of the bed.

"I'll be right back," he said with a smile. "Don't even think about going anywhere." I didn't move a muscle, and when he emerged from the master bath he stopped in the doorway and just stared at me, not in an uncomfortable way, until he spoke, "Can I just say that you look amazing?"

I was sure that I would have disagreed with him. My hair was still damp, probably getting frizzy, and I was wearing an over sized shirt.

He came back over to me and leaned in close so that his lips brushed my ear as he spoke. "Seriously. You, wearing my shirt... still wet," he breathed. "It's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen." His words and his hot breath on my neck made me shiver. If I hadn't already agreed to staying with him, I was sure I wouldn't have been able to leave even if I'd tried.

He began kissing me again, right on the pulse point on my neck, with soft nibbles. My eyes rolled back into my head as I wove my fingers into his luscious hair. His hands slid down my waist, and his long fingers grabbed my thighs as he lifted me. My legs encircled him once again as if that was where they had belonged the whole time. He laid me upon his bed and kissed down to my belly button, dipping his tongue inside as I moaned at the contact.

He made a sound that was half way between a growl and a moan as he slid his fingers underneath my shirt. And as his fingertips ghosted over my hard nipples, my back arched off of the bed trying to get more contact. He answered by taking one nipple into his mouth while working the other with his hand. He licked, and pinched, and nibbled, and kneaded, and sucked while his tongue rolled over the peak.

"God, Edward," I moaned. "That feels so good. I think I might come again just from that."

My words really spurred him on because the pleasure he was giving me before increased ten fold. My breath came in short gasps, my hands twisted the sheets on his bed into a knot. I was so close and he must have known. I could feel him shift his weight, and his now free hand snaked it's way down my torso. All it took was one flick and I was coming undone beneath his touch, calling out his name with wanton abandon.

"Holy... Shit." I said in between breaths. "I've never... Know one's ever... Oh my God!"

His head was laying across my chest. "You're heart is racing." I could feel his cheeks pull up into a smile.

"You think?" I said with a chuckle.

"That was incredibly erotic. And the fact that I can make your heart beat this way... Oh my, Bella. The things I want to do to you," he said as he looked up at me.

"If you keep this up, Edward, I may never have the strength to leave," I answered as I wiped back some stray hairs that had clung to my forehead.

"That," he said with a mischievous grin, "is what I am counting on." He leaned in for another kiss and I could taste myself on him. I don't remember him going down on me again, but I guess he could have while I was seeing stars. To echo his words, it was incredibly erotic.

I became a little self conscious at the realization that I had yet to reciprocate anything. I broke away from the kiss to ask, "What about you, Edward? Wouldn't you like some... return for all of your efforts?"

"Oh, don't worry. I plan to cash in. Just not quite yet," he said as he ran his hand down my neck, down between my breasts, down my stomach and waist until he gripped my thigh. "I'm still having fun getting to know every inch of your body." He lifted me slightly to place me higher on the bed, and crawled over me. The way his muscles moved and flexed, he looked like a lithe predator. And I was his pray. It was raw, animistic and I was loving every second of it.

We kissed again long and hard as if our mouths had missed each other during our other interactions and were making up for lost time. He touched me all over, but not in an erratic way. And I took the opportunity to become intimately familiar with every line of his body. The line of his jaw as I traced my finger along it's edge. The way his adam's apple moved as he breathed and swallowed. The slight peak of muscle from his neck to his shoulders. The way his forearms flexed as he held his weight above me. The trail of his spine down to his waist. The valleys of each individual toned muscle of his stomach. I could feel his hard length against the inside of my thigh through his sweat pants.

I reached for the top of his pants and began pushing them down. When I couldn't reach any farther I used my feet to finish sliding them all the way off. He wasn't wearing any boxers and for that I was so thankful. I couldn't have waited much longer. As he lowered himself back to me, after flinging the sweats to the floor, we connected briefly.

He took a deep breath, resting his head just above my shoulder. "Bella. I'm not going to be able to stop. I don't think I can control myself where you are concerned."

"Don't stop, Edward. Please, don't stop," I said as I arched my back, trying again to get the contact I had so desperately wanted. There was an ache deep within me that I knew only he could relieve.

He let himself touch with my core once again. "Oh fuck, Bella... Bella, I have condoms. Umm..." His train of thought must have been cut off when I shifted, trying to feel more of him. He slipped into me ever so slightly. I rocked again causing him to slide out and back in again.

In between our moans, I managed to whisper that I was on the pill. No sooner had I said the words than he slammed into me causing me to cry out. It hurt just a little because he was bigger and longer than any one I had ever been with. But the pleasure was paramount to any pain he caused me.

He must have noticed my wince. "Shit, are you okay?"

"Yes," I answered hastily. "Edward... Again. Again." I was no longer able to form complete sentences but none of that mattered as he pounded into me repeatedly.

He was keeping a steady rhythm but began to slow as he brought his lips to my neck. As his pace lessened he began to really push with each thrust, filling me to the hilt, then finishing off each with a circle of his hips. The sensation was incredible and I could feel my climax beginning to build.

He sat back from me and lifted my hips higher from the bed. I could feel how deep he was hitting. The slight pain it caused only increased my pleasure because I knew he was marking me in a way no other had. I was glad to relinquish control to him because I didn't think I'd be able to keep up any sort of rhythm with him as my legs were shaking from so much pleasure.

Never slowing he said, "Come for me Bella."

As if my body would obey his every command, I came and he gave in with me. Eventually he slowed and collapsed on top of me, and released my legs so that I could bring them back down.

My body ached, but it only made me smile. We were both panting, our bodies slick with sweat from our passionate tryst. He pulled out of me and rolled to his side, his arm draped across my midsection.

"Edward?" I said through gasps for air.

"Yeah?" His words were muffled by my shoulder.

I reached up to my chest to keep my heart from pounding it's way through my rib cage. "I'm never leaving," I said with a smile.

He smiled at me and gave my lips a quick peck. That was all we could manage because our bodies were exhausted from our night's events. We laid there just looking at one another as our breathing slowed and came to regular intervals. Eventually we fell asleep that way, tangled in one another.

I had meant what I said to him. I never wanted to leave. I was completely drawn to him, and I was right about what I had said before back in Seattle. I had given him all of me, my heart included. It was a complete whirlwind, and I hoped that he felt the same. I was pretty certain, though, by his actions that he did. He held me close throughout the night, never letting me go. Not even once.

Being with him felt so right. But I knew that I had to leave sooner rather than later. I had my own apartment in Chicago, and a job to start that Monday. Yes, I thought to myself while surrounded by Edward and the darkness of his room, I eventually have to leave. But... not tonight.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the story! My original plan for this was to write the story again from EPOV. But I honestly don't know if I'm up for it. Like I said at the beginning, this took me a year to complete. But please let me know your thoughts on the idea.