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I woke up, stretched my arms over my head, and immediately spelled the best smell in my life. I straightened up in Edwards bed, realizing he was no where to be seen. I straightened out of bed and took a quick look in the mirror to make sure I was at my best. Though I was far from it. I was in Edward's huge t-shirt and pajama pants. I looked around the room for something to help with this disaster. I found Edwards shirt he wore last night at the club, it was pink. Man did I love my guys in pink. I quickly picked up the shirt, undressed out of Edwards clothing, realizing for the first time that I hadn't worn any underwear. Good thing I was drunk last night, otherwise that could have been pretty awkward. I thought, though I was still embarrassed. I quickly buttoned up his shirt, bushed my fingers through my hair, and walked out of Edward's room.

"Morning," Edward said to me, chagrin on his face. Damn, that crooked smile. I walked over to where he was cooking breakfast. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a fitted t-shirt showing off his muscular body, and an apron on top. Shit he looked good. I immediately felt inferior to his gorgeousness.

"Morning," I said, leaning up to place my lips on his. "What's all this?" I asked motioning towards the plates on the counter. They were filled with eggs (scrambled and over easy), pancakes, waffles, sausage, bacon, and toast.

"Well, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just made everything," he replied, looking smug. "Now go sit at the table and it'll be ready in just a few minutes."

"Well isn't there anything I can do to help?"

"Nope!" With that, he shooed me to the table, pulled out my chair for me, and continued working. I didn't argue any further. Knowing me, I would most likely burn the food anyways. Within minutes, we were both at the table eating.

"Waffles," I said. Edward looked at me with a questioning look. "That's my favorite, just to let you know. You remember in high school how every Sunday morning-"

"My parents would go to church, and you would come over. You, Alice and I would make waffles and we would watch cartoons till 4 in the afternoon." A smile lit up on my face, he remembered.

"I can't believe you remembered."

"I loved those Sunday mornings," he chuckled. "But hey, I though you always complain about how you hated waffles and would rather have pancakes?"

I shrugged, "they grew on me." We finished breakfast, but stayed at the table talking for hours. After talking about all the fun times we had in high school, it was time to be serious. "Edward," I started, fumbling with my hands, "I need to take this slow. I've made some mistakes in my life, but I don't want you to be another one of them. Can you understand that?"

"Bella," He took hold of my hands, "of course I can understand that. We can take this as slow as you like." We looked into each others eyes, getting lost in our own feelings we felt for one another. All of a sudden, Edward stood up, pulling me with him, "come on, I want to show you something." He pulled me towards the front door. I stopped him.

"Umm, Edward," I stopped and looked down at my outfit which consisted of his shirt and nothing else. He followed my gaze.

"Ah, I see," he rubbed his chin thinking.

"And I can't exactly go out in public with my clothes from last night, unless you want me looking like a hooker."

"Wait right here," he told me, kissed my hand, dropped it, and walked out of his apartment. Well what am I supposed to do now? I thought. While I was waiting, I looked around his apartment. It was basically a studio apartment. The kitchen and the living room connected. I had just realized he had a huge bookcase next to his plasma screen TV. I began tracing my fingers over the books I recognized. Edward must have had hundreds of books here; I'd have to borrow some. Getting caught up in his selection, I must not have heard the door, because suddenly, two arms wrapped around my waist, and the softest lips I've ever felt began to trace down my neck line.

"MMM," I moaned. Just as his lips reached my shoulder blade, he stopped.

"Get dressed. I'll be waiting," I spun around, only to find him with a neatly piled stack of clothes in his hands.

"How did you-" I was cut off by his finger pressed over my lips.

"Go," he told me, and pointed to his room. I tiptoed to his room and gave him a wink before shutting the door. How on earth did he get me some clothes? I wondered. With out giving it a second thought, I changed into what Edward gave me. A grey polo shirt and some plaid shorts. I put on my high heels from last night, checked myself in the mirror, and walked out the door.

"Ready," I said sounding chirpy. I reached my hand out for his, and he took it. "So where are we going exactly?" I asked him.

"Silly Bella, did you really think I was going to tell you? It's a surprise of course." He smirked at me. I didn't know whether I wanted to hurt him till he told me, or attack him with kisses at that moment. But man did he make my head spin. We got on the elevator and I couldn't take it any longer, he was driving me insane. Since there was no one else on the elevator with us, I pushed him to the wall and crossed my arms around his neck. I pushed my lips to his, felling that instant spark as they connected. Edward put his hands at my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a growl. Edward lips left mine and led down my throat. I tilted my head back, and let out a moan as he kissed me just above the tip of my shirt. Edward's hands ran up my back and to the back of my head. He pulled my head straight up, and our lips met. I parted mine allowing his tongue entrance. I heard a "ding" go off in the elevator. Whether it was our stop, or someone had just gotten on, I didn't know at the time, though I didn't care. I rubbed my hands on his chest, moving them up to place on his face. I left his lips, beginning to kiss down his chin and around his jaw line.

Just as my kissed led to his ear, I heard another "ding" and someone cough. I spun around to see a woman in her late 50s maybe staring at us in disgust. Our elevator was on the ground floor, and the lady walked out. I turned to look at Edward and we both started laughing.

"Come on, we better go until I decide not to keep my promise of taking this slow and just have you right here." He took hold of my hand and we walked out into the warmth of the L.A. sun. As he led me to the car and opened my door for me, I couldn't possibly figure out where he was taking me. Edward got into the driver's side of Emmett's SUV and began to drive into Hollywood.