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You Found Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Chapter Two

I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
Well I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along

These ain't rain clouds over my head
Everybody's throwing rocks in my bed
Just can't seem to get ahead in life
Nothing I do seems to turn out right
Somebody help me now

Mick Jagger, "I've Been Lonely For So Long"

He was never the kind of man to need a woman, the kind who ever felt the desire to settle down, have children, move to the suburb. Then again, he had never experienced that life altering moment where you just know, when you are one hundred percent certain, that your heart belongs to that one person, and that one person alone. He couldn't even fathom what that would feel like regardless of the thousands of times that his best friend and sister tried to explain it to him. It had been easy for them; they had fallen for each other the moment that he had introduced Jasper to Alice when she was up visiting him at Oxford for the weekend during their first year.

But he was getting older, there was no denying that, and the more pressure that his mother and father placed on him to 'grow up,' get a 'proper' job, and settle down, the more the idea repelled him. But it was also blatantly obvious that his lifestyle was not as compatible to his friends anymore as he watched them move and mature; they were all settling down and if it wasn't for Garrett, he would have been the only bachelor left. He was alone, and for the first time, he was unhappy about it and even made angrier by the fact that he finally had found someone who he thought the possibility of more could exist with and that possibility was next to nonexistent. It seemed to be the story of his life; a climactic build up but never the proper release, instead, merely a disappointing conclusion.

Edward sat on his couch and pulled his Gibson SJ-200 into his lap, his fingers stroking the wood for a few moments as he reacquainted himself with the instrument. It was his baby, the love of his life, and he didn't know what he would do if anything ever happened to it. His mother joked that any woman would have to settle with second place and there had been a time when he would have believed that but as his fingers pulled at the strings, he realized that maybe that wasn't the case. Since he had met Bella, the music just didn't seem to flow as naturally as it once had, for once, a girl was taking priority in his jumbled mess of a mind, no longer able to focus on the chords.

The week passed much slower than Edward had been hoping that it would and the piece of paper that contained Bella's phone number only seemed to taunt him. When he had arrived back at his flat that afternoon, he had placed it on his kitchen table to keep it safe, knowing that so long as neither he nor the cleaning woman he had come once a week to tidy up touched it, that it would remain there, no possibility of it being misplaced. He would only have one chance with this, one chance to call her and get her to meet him. But there was more pressure than that because he would have to find a way to weasel his way into her life, to be her friend and possibly, one day, if it seemed likely, more than that.

Still, he didn't touch the number on the table, even after three days had passed. It was hard, there was no denying that, it seemed that every time he would glance at a phone his heart would start to race and his mind would turn back to that damn piece of paper. He wanted nothing more than to pick up his phone and call her, but he still wasn't convinced that it was the right thing to do, that he could live with himself if he were to break them up, even if it was something that he wanted more than anything else. She's just a girl, he repeated what seemed like twenty times a day in his head like a mantra, trying to convince himself that it was the truth, that she didn't have some mystical pull on him.

There was a knock on his door, which caused Hudson to bark, a futile attempt to scare off any imposing threat as he hadn't actually moved from his place on the carpet, merely lifting his head to glance at Edward and then fall back against the plush surface.

"Some guard dog you are." He chuckled as he stood up, pausing only a moment to pat the head of his Chocolate lab. The dog pushed into his hand but when the knocking on the door resumed, followed by the loud voice of his sister shouting at him to answer the door, he trudged over to it, Hudson not bothering the move with him.

"What's going on Alice" He opened the door and watched as she slipped by him, not even waiting for him to invite her in. Her hands were full, bringing with her a carrier tray of coffee and a large paper bag, more likely than not filled with sustenance from the small coffee shop down the street, the same one that he had been to with Bella.

"I haven't heard from you in days and I just wanted to check up on you to make sure you were okay." She handed him one of the cups and he took a sip, pleased that she had remembered how he preferred his coffee.

"I'm fine."

"I don't believe you. Jasper said you've been cancelling practices." She pressed and he knew that there was no way he was going to get out of this conversation.

There was no way that he could tell her the truth; that he had been taking Hudson for long walks in Notting Hill during the day and frequenting a few of the local pubs in that area with Garrett at night, hoping that on the off chance he might run into her, hell, he would have been satisfied with just catching a glimpse of her. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell her about Bella, it was more, he knew, or at least, thought he knew, how she would react as soon as he came clean about her being married. It didn't matter that her husband seemed to be a complete and utter wanker, the fact was, she was married.

"I've been busy." He lied and she kept her eyes trained on him and he fought every urge in his body to pull at his unruly hair; his sign of discomfort. She would have known immediately if he did that simple act that he was lying. Though even his stoic stature did nothing to deter her.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying Al."

"You met someone." He winced and she grinned widely as she flopped down onto his couch, pulling a scone out from one of the paper bags. The smell must have convinced Hudson to finally wake up, because he was on his feet in minutes and sitting at her side, his head resting on her knee and looking up at her with his large, black eyes. "Didn't you teach him not to beg?"

The comment was offhand, and he decided to continue it, hoping to divert her attention. "You know him… He's like me, when he wants something he goes after it."

She laughed. "If that was your attempt at steering the conversation, you should have chosen to reply in a different manner. I do know you! I know you well enough to know that you are probably stalking the poor girl in your attempt to 'go after it.'"

"There isn't any girl Alice."

"That's bullshit. Who is she?" There would be no winning. She would merely continue to loiter around his living room, pestering him into submission.

"It's really nothing. I just met a girl a few days ago under a rather, unfavorable situation."

"Unfavorable situation?"

"Dad was laying into me about putting to use the medical degree… Needless to say I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going and she was coming out of the coffee shop when I crashed into her. She could have burned herself for fucks sake." He shook his head. It was true, although she had walked away rather unscathed, he could have given her pretty terrible burns had the coffee been scalding.

"Is she here?"

"No she isn't here. She has never been here."

"You must really like her then if you haven't taken her home." It was true. He wasn't one to wait for a girl to put out, in fact, he usually got exactly what he wanted on the first date and then the woman would be entered into their usual biweekly rotation. Still, he was already willing to give it all up, to throw away the little black book that he stored in his bedside table. He also knew that he would never expect to get sex from Bella and even thinking about taking her back to his place would have been preposterous. Bella wasn't that kind of girl.

"She is married Alice." He sighed, falling down into the couch and burying his head in the palms of his hands. Sensing his discontentment, Hudson walked towards him, pushing his wet nose against the backs of his hands, as if trying to tell him that it would be okay.

"Oh Edward…" Alice's hand was on his back, her hand rubbing circles on his back. It hadn't been the reaction he was expecting, he knew how she valued monogamy. In fact, since Jasper had proposed, she seemed to be obsessed with marriage.

They were silent for a while. Edward sitting there, his face still in his hands, Hudson resting his head between his masters legs, and Alice rubbing his back to steady his erratic breathing. It was only then that she seemed to find something funny and her quiet chuckles turned into a full on laugh.

"Figures that the first girl you fall for is someone you can't have. Mum will have a field day with this one." She managed to choke out, using her free hand to wipe the tears that had been produced from her fit.

"Shut it Alice. You think I don't realize how sick this whole situation is?"

"How does she feel?"

"Fuck if I know… I only met her a few days ago and I got her number but I'm still not sure if I should call it."

"She gave you her number?" Edward nodded, looking up from his hands and out the window. "Did she say anything about her husband?"

"It's more like what she didn't say." She lifted her eyebrows, waiting for him to exaggerate. "Just offhand comments about how he was trying to change her and how he isn't really the same man that she had married… Small things like that."

"So you think it's over between them?" He shrugged and leaned back against the back of the sofa, closing his eyes. In an attempt to see darkness, he was shown a vague outline of her face and he groaned. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, he just wanted to her stop haunting his mind, he wanted her to show up there only when he permitted it.

"Oh how the mighty Edward has fallen!"

"Impossible! I don't even know her."

"But you can't get her out of your mind right? And it feels like your heart is about to explode, and that you might just die if you don't see her again, or hear her voice again, right?"

He nodded and she grinned even more. "Now you know."

"Know what?"

"What it feels like." He didn't respond, instead choosing to stroke the soft fur on Hudson's head.

"Come on." She said suddenly, jumping off the couch and grabbing his arm, tugging with all her might to get him to stand up.

"What?"

"You're coming out with Jasper and I." He gave in, knowing full well that there was no way she would ever let him stay at home. She was always like that, and he welcomed the opportunity to try and rid his mind of her, even if it was for only a short period of time.

She glanced out the window of her living room and saw the flakes of snow that were falling but not sticking to the ground. When she had first moved to London, she had the romantic notion in her head that it snows each and every winter. It was a thought that had been created not by experience but rather through films and she was slightly upset that it didn't snow; she had always imagined walking in Hyde Park with Jake as the snow fell around them, occasionally stopping to kiss and wipe the white flakes from his dark hair. Then again, even if it were to snow like that, Jake wouldn't have been around anyways.

Her eyes fell to the large bouquet that was sitting on the side table. It was another gift from Jacob, his 'I'm sorry I'm not going to be home for our anniversary but I'll make it up to you' gift. Though he had finished early in Munich, they had sent him back to Paris and he had gone without protest. He had forgotten all about their anniversary, only remembering when she had been so quiet. It was just another thing that she was beginning to resent him for, another example of how things had changed between them and she wasn't sure if they would ever get back to the way that they once were.

Rose had called her earlier that day, had begged her to go out, claiming that it would be good for her to get out and enter the world for a little while. She had declined, saying that she hadn't felt up for it and that she would only bring the crowd down.

"He forgot again, didn't he?" Her voice was soft on the other end of the line and Bella could feel the tears as they began to pool in her eyes. She hated crying and she didn't want to. Somehow she felt guilty for being so angry with him over it, but she couldn't help it.

"Yes." She managed to squeak out.

"Oh Bella… I'm going to come over."

"No… I don't want to spoil your night. I think I'd rather be alone."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"The fact that he promised he wouldn't do this again after last year?"

"He's busy…"

"Don't you dare make excuses for him Isabella!" Rose could hear her friend sobbing on the other end and it broke her heart, but it made her appreciate her own husband. Emmett worked just as hard as Jacob did, but he always managed to be there for her when she needed him and what killed her the most, was that it seemed that before the move, Jacob and Bella had seemed to have an unbreakable bond.

"Bella, please come to dinner with Emmett and I… We really want to see you." She spoke, realizing that her friend wasn't going to say a word. "It will just be the three of us."

"No… You both go and have a good evening. I'm just really in the mood to be alone. I'll call you tomorrow." She hung up abruptly, not giving Rose the opportunity to change her mind. She just wanted to sulk, to put on a movie and just cry.

She was finally settling into an episode of Grey's Anatomy when she heard the door bell. She hadn't a clue as to who it could have been and she could feel her heart race in her chest with the thought that maybe it was Jacob. It was a stupid thought and she knew better than to get her hopes up but somehow, she had hoped that he would have understood just how important it was to her that they spend the day together. It was to be their fourth wedding anniversary and it wasn't a milestone or anything but she just wanted to be with him, to celebrate each other.

She pulled herself up from the couch, wishing that she hadn't changed into sweats quite so soon. As she trudged to the door, her foot hitting a pair of Jacobs shoes on the way and she yelped in pain as she pulled her foot into her hand and rubbed the toes while glaring at the offending shoes. That was going to be a pain that she would feel for a few days and she cursed him in her head for not putting them away like she had asked.

"I heard that! Bella are you okay?" She heard a familiar voice shout from the other side of the door and when she opened it, she found Rose standing there with a brown paper bag in her arms.

"I'm fine. Jake left his shoes out and I tripped on them." She sighed, disappointed in herself for even thinking that it could have been Jake. "What's up?"

"Emmett had to work late after all and since Jake isn't here, I thought I'd come by and we can watch movies and pig out." She smiled as she walked into the entrance hall. "Though it appears you've started without me."

"I figured you'd be going to Boujis tonight with Emmett and the other couples."

"And spend more time with the drones than I have to? No thanks. Emmett told me to come here anyways, he might stop by later." She grinned as they made their way into the kitchen. "I've brought Chinese from Mr. Chow."

"You are too good to me Rosalie McCarty, though I thought I told you to stay with your husband tonight."

"You needed me more than he did. Besides, he is working late and he is probably going to stop by. You know how protective of you he is. He's fuming… I had to talk him down from calling your husband and yelling at him."

Bella nodded and watched as Rose placed the bags on the table, pulling the various cartons out.

"Have you heard from him?" Rose commented as she stood on one side of the counter island, watching as Bella reached for the plates in the top cupboard.

"A few times." She replied, completely missing the fact that Rose wasn't talking about Jacob.

"A few times?"

"Yea, the usual 'I'm really sorry that I'm not going to be there tomorrow.' And my personal favorite, 'It's just a date, we can celebrate anytime we want.''"

"Bella…"

"I know that my relationship with Jake is messed up Rose… I know it's not like yours with Emmett but there isn't anything I can do about that." She interrupted as she began to spoon some of the food on her plate while Rose just stood there, looking at her with amused eyes.

"I was talking about Coffee Boy."

"Oh." She blushed. "No. But I never expected him to."

"I'm sorry."

"For what? Nothing could have ever come of it anyways Rose." Bella held up her hand. "I'm married remember."

"That's just a small detail Bella… You aren't happy. You should be happy."

"I don't really want to talk about it…" Rose nodded and they walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch before digging into the food and watching the episode that Bella had started. It was trivial but as the episodes began, all Bella could think about were Meredith's opening lines.

Pain, it comes in all forms. The small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain that we live with everyday. Then there is the kind of pain you just can't ignore, a level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else, makes the rest of your world fade away until all we can think about is how much we hurt, how we manage our pain is up to us. We anaesthetize, ride it out, embrace it, ignore it, and for some of us the best way to manage pain is to just push through it.

Bella knew how the episode ended, knew what was coming. It had become her sad episode. The one she would turn to when she was feeling down about Jake but it was only now that she was beginning to take things seriously, to listen to the lines that were being spoken and to somehow identify with them. All this time, for the past two years at least, Bella had been in denial. Denying that there was anything at all wrong with her marriage, with her husband, she was lying to herself and she couldn't keep doing it. It was tearing her apart. She was hurting, and Jake didn't know that. She had never told him just how much he hurt her when he chose work, when he belittled her for wanting the things that she wanted. If love were enough then things could have worked out because despite it all, she did love him, but the truth was, unless something changed she knew she was going to be stuck there, and miserable for the rest of her life. What kind of a life would that be? She had already spent the past two years ignoring everything, ignoring how she felt and she couldn't do that anymore, but she wasn't sure how she could confront him either.

Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, not easy answers. You just breathe deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed, but sometimes the pain gets you when you least expect it, hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it, and life always makes more.

"That was depressing." Rose commented, leaning back against the couch before turning her eyes to Bella who was crying with her newfound epiphany. "Bella, what's wrong?"

"I… Nothing it was just an emotional episode." She lied and Rose lifted her eyebrows, suspicious of her answer but knowing her well enough to not push the subject. Bella would come around when she was ready and it was obvious that whatever it was that was going through her head, she wasn't ready to talk about it just yet.

The doorbell rang and Rose jumped off the couch to let Emmett in giving Bella a few moments to compose herself. She was surprised at how easy it was to do, though she had been doing it for years. As soon as the tears had stopped she took a few steadying breaths and turned to the hall as she watched her best friend walk into the room with her husband.

"Hey kid, how's it going?" He asked, flopping down on the oversized arm chair after setting a bag down on the coffee table.

"It's good."

"You sure? Rose asked me to bring Ben and Jerry's and though I'm not a girl, I do know what that means…"

"I'm sure… But what kind did you bring?" She grinned reaching to the bag but he snatched it away from her before she had the chance.

"Cherry Garcia, Half Baked and Chunky Monkey."

"I assume the last is for you sweetheart." Rose grinned and Emmett nodded.

Bella could hear her phone ringing in the background.

"Are you going to get that?" Rose questioned, reaching for the phone that was resting on the coffee table.

"I'm sure it's just Jake… And to be honest, I don't want to talk to him so just let it ring." She commented but watched as Rose pressed the accept button and activated the speakerphone.

"Isabella Black's phone, this is Rosalie."

"Uh, hi. This is Edward… Is Bel – I mean Isabella there?" Bella's eyes were wide with shock and she shook her head furiously, not prepared for a conversation with him. He wasn't supposed to call, she had never expected it, she had counted on him not calling.

"Edward?"

"Um, yeah I accidentally spilled her coffee on her…"

"Oh yes of course! She's right here, hold one moment please." Rosalie was grinning and Bella glared, grabbing the phone from her and taking him off speakerphone.

"Hi Edward." She was doing everything she could to keep her voice calm and steady, not wanting him to hear that she was both excited and furious that he had called. "Sure, tomorrow sounds good. I'll see you there at one."

"I do believe that is the first genuine smile I have seen on your face in months." Rose laughed as she watched Bella place the phone down on the table in front of her.

"Am I missing something? Who's Edward?"

"Oh monkey, you remember… I told you that Bella met that guy who caused her to spill her coffee all over her." His brow was furrowed as she recounted the story. "He got her number by telling her he wanted to pay for her dry cleaning."

Emmett's smile lit up his entire face. "That's right… I remember telling Rose that he was a fucking genius for using the dry cleaning as his way of getting your number."

Bella blushed, "That's not what it's about… Truly he just wants to talk."

"Bella you know it's way more than that."

"Are you going to tell Jake?" Emmett asked.

"There isn't anything to tell! The only thing that's going to come out of this is friendship! That's it!"

"Denial sweetheart… Denial…" Rose laughed and Bella just shook her head.

He sat on the steps in front of the National Gallery, his eyes on the fountains and the lion statues as he watched the tourists take pictures. He glanced down at his watch and saw that she was ten minutes later. He wasn't sure, but he was almost positive that he was being stood up. He was cursing Alice for making him call her and ask to meet her. She had every right to back out because she must have known that he was interested in her, that he felt something for her that friendship would only complicate things.

"I'm so sorry I was late!" He heard her voice from behind him and turned to see her standing there. His eyes lingered a little too long on her legs but he was thankful that she hadn't noticed.

"It's okay." He smiled as he stood up. Something was off though, and he noticed it immediately. "Are you okay?"

She nodded and he frowned. "I know that we don't know each other that well but something is wrong… Please, you can tell me. I'll listen."

"It's just…" She sighed. "It's a difficult day."

"Do you want to talk about it." She shrugged her response, not sure how much she wanted to divulge to him. It was true that she felt comfortable around him and that she trusted him, but she had just met him and the last thing she wanted to do was burden him with her plethora of problems. She didn't want him to go running thinking that she was some crazy, insane human, or worse, that she was needy.

"Let's go get something to eat… We can talk there… It will be quieter." He didn't give her the chance to respond but took her hand in his and led her away from the crowds.

His grip on her hand didn't let up, even after they were away from the majority of the people but she didn't care. In fact, from the moment that he took her hand, she didn't seem to remember what it was that she had been unhappy about to begin with. The only thing that she was thinking about was how perfect her hand seemed to feel in his and how safe she felt when she was with him.

"I know how ridiculously touristy this place is, and I know you aren't from Texas but this place is about as American as it comes and you look like you might be a bit homesick." He smiled softly at her as he opened the door to the Texas Embassy Cantina.

She smiled back, surprised at his thoughtfulness. "That was really nice Edward."

They were seated a few minutes later towards the back of the restaurant and after ordering she realized that he was expecting her to talk.

"I really am sorry for being late."

"It's okay, really. Are you sure you're okay?" She wasn't sure if it was the soft tone of his voice or the complete look of total concern in his eyes but she knew she wanted to tell him because she was certain that no one had looked at her like that in years.

"Today is my anniversary."

"Of?"

"My wedding anniversary… Four years." She sighed and looked down at the table.

"Oh… God I'm sorry I never thought that you had plans…"

"It's okay… He isn't even here." She whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"He's in Paris… For work."

"But?"

"He forgot…"

"Bella I'm sorry."

"There's really no reason for you to be sorry." She sighed and leaned back against the chair. She found the courage to look up at him and when she did she was shocked to see a look of compassion and something else, something darker.

"I just feel bad."

"Don't really… It wasn't your day to remember." She smiled. "Really, let's just forget all about it."

"If that's what you want." He smiled back at her but all the while feeling his heart reach out for her. His assumptions about her husband were right, he was a wanker. He wasn't sure how the man who called himself her husband could ever do that to her, how he could forget the day that they walked down the aisle. It disgusted him because all he could think about was how she deserved better than that, and he wasn't even saying that he was better because he wasn't sure that he was, but he did know that if he had the opportunity to be her husband, he would have made sure each and every day that she was taken care of and happy, he would remember their anniversary and he would be sure to know just how much she was loved. He couldn't believe that her husband would let someone like her feel this much pain.

"I think you're a little bit drunk." He grinned, his arm wrapped around her waist for support. The afternoon had turned into evening and they found themselves having dinner and dinner turned into drinks and now they were both intoxicated. He couldn't have denied the fact that he was thrilled she was with him, but even in his somewhat inebriated state, he knew that what he was doing wasn't the best thing in the world. He was taking advantage of her in the worst possible way. He knew how upset she was and he took pleasure in the fact that she seemed happy when he was around.

"Me! I think you're drunk!" She laughed, stumbling slightly but not falling to the ground thanks to his grip on her waist. Her phone started to ring and she reached into her purse to see who was calling. It was Jake and she frowned.

"Are you okay?"

"My asshole of a husband… Fuck it… Fuck him." She replied, ignoring the call and putting it back in her purse. "Bastard can sweat it out for a while."

"Are you sure you don't want to take it?"

"I don't want to take it. I want another drink." She looked at him, a smile bright on her face and he couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked. He nodded and leaned over the counter to get the bartenders attention and order them two more drinks.

"To a good afternoon." He smiled, holding his drink up and she touched hers to his.

"To a good evening." She countered and brought the drink to her lips. She was surprised by how easy it was with him, how comfortable he made her feel and how happy she was. She was certain that she hadn't smiled that much in a long time.

"To a good evening." He repeated, not taking his eyes off her.

"It's nice to have another friend." She said after she placed the drink on the bar.

He held back the sigh when she said friend because he knew that he wanted more than that but he was willing to take what he could get. "I hope that we can do this again."

"We definitely can." She smiled. "Thank you, for making a really crappy day, a really fun one."

"I'm just glad to have been able to cheer you up."

Something was different when she walked in the front door of her house but she couldn't quite place it. The lights were off, just as she had left them, and the coats were hanging by the door, but something felt different. She did feel a bit guilty for not answering Jacob's phone call but she had her reasons. Why should she stop living her life because he was off in France for work? Was it really her job to make him feel better about himself when he had hurt her?

She kicked her shoes off as she walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before she would go to bed, but she tripped and let out a string of curse words. She had forgotten how drunk she was because she had someone helping her stand earlier and now she was all on her own.

"Bella! Is that you?" Jake's voice filled the room and she stood up and she was certain that her face showed her surprise.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came home early." He replied, his eyes scanning her for any signs of injury.

"Why?"

"Because I knew you were upset… Emmett called and really laid into me and I deserved it."

"I told him not to." She sighed.

"I tried calling, where have you been?"

"I was out."

"Obviously." He replied, his voice dripping with distain. "I didn't exactly enjoy coming home to an empty house and a wife who wouldn't answer her phone."

"I didn't want to talk to you."

"Are we really going to fight about this?"

"I'm just sick of taking a back seat to your job. I'm sick of you forgetting about me. I'm sick of being hurt because of something you've done."

"Have I not always made sure that you were well provided for?"

"I don't care about the money Jake… I want my husband back."

"I'm here."

"No… You're not." She sighed.

"Where the fuck were you tonight?"

"I said I was out."

"With who?" He sneered.

"Rose."

"Answer your phone next time."

"I'll do what I please Jake. You don't own me and right now, you have no right to talk to me the way that you are."

"If I want to know where my wife is, I think I am within my boundaries to ask."

"Then maybe you should start treating me like your wife and not someone that you live with while you aren't on work trips." She sighed. "You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. I don't really want to share a bed with you."

"Bella."

"Goodnight Jake. I'll see you in the morning. I suggest you do as I say."

She didn't let him respond, but merely turned on her heels and walked up the stairs to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She knew that she probably should have felt guilty for spending the night hanging out with Edward, but she didn't, especially not after the exchange that she had just shared with Jake in the hallway.

She stripped off her clothes and put on her pajamas before sliding into the bed and closing her eyes. It was the first night that she dreamed of Edward and it wouldn't be the last.