Disclaimer- The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, not me.

BPOV

The next three days were difficult to be away from Edward. I wished for him to come back to me. I was ready to spend a night on the couch, watching movies with him and his hand laced into mine. Maybe not ready to sleep with him, but maybe kiss him again. If he'd have me. I left a message on his voice mail if he wanted to come over when he had a chance to rest up after work.

I secretly did a little dance in my room when Edward's number popped up on my caller ID. "Hello?"

"Hi, Bella."

"How was work?"

"Work went really well."

"Are you really tired?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need to rest?"

"Yes, but you could come over, if you wanted to," he said. "I really missed seeing you over the past three days."

"I missed you, too," I said, feeling secretly giddy. I hadn't screw things up this far, and I was becoming more comfortable around him.

"Have you used the camera, yet?"

"Oh, have I!" I cried. "A lot! I'll bring my laptop to show you what settings I've used, okay?"

"I'd love to see what you've done so far."

"Okay," I said. "I'll be over in a few minutes."

I packed up my laptop and camera and went out to my car. I was almost tap-dancing when I got to his apartment. I picked up the camera and my backpack, with the laptop, and I found the way up to Edward's apartment. I knocked on the door.

"Come in!" he shouted from the inside. Inside and he was sitting on the couch, leaned back, watching TV.

"Hi."

"Hi, Bella," he said, sitting up. "My day got just got so much better."

I smiled. "Can I make dinner for you?"

"Yes, that would be great."

I went into his kitchen and surveyed his refrigerator. The contents were pretty lame, molded or dried out. I looked at the milk carton and it obviously expired before my birthday. "Hey, Edward? When was the last time you went grocery shopping?"

"Sometime a few weeks ago."

"Oh."

"How bad is it?"

"All you've got is mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup and pickles and something that might have been milk at one time," I said, going back into the living room. I shook it. "It looks like cottage cheese, now. Would it count as making dinner if I ordered out?"

"Sure," he said, smiling. "Pizza or Chinese? Or order-out Italian? Thai food?"

"Um… I haven't had pizza in a while."

"What do you like on your pizza?"

"Vegetables, thin crust," I said, knowing that that was the fewest calories. I almost kicked myself- he'd figure that out.

"That sounds pretty good, actually," he said. "You make the phone call."

I sat down beside Edward, resting him head on his shoulder. I picked up my cell phone, and made the order, using his address. "So, what are you watching?" I asked, once I was done ordering pizza.

"I'm watching Court TV," he said. "It's a good relief from all the medical jargon I've been surrounded with for the past three days."

"I understand."

"So, show me your pictures."

"There's not too much to show, yet," I said, opening my backpack, getting out my laptop. "I've gotten a few good ones, though."

When I got up the photographs, we went over them until the pizza came. I had pictures of Alice and Jasper in our apartment, watching TV, talking on their cell phones, a picture of the city out my bedroom window, a few attempts a self-portrait on the quad on a sunny day on campus. I insisted on paying for the pizza, since it was my dinner to make for Edward. We were still pouring over them while we began to eat.

I found myself curled up against him, again. He didn't push me to eat more than I wanted to- I found myself eating almost two entire slices of pizzas. "I like that self-portrait, Bella," he said, pointing out the fourth picture of in the set that I had taken.

I liked that one the most. "Me too."

"I like the angles on your face here," he said. "How often do you let yourself get photographed?"

"Not that often," I said. "I prefer being behind the camera."

"Why?"

"I don't know," I said. I did know- I hated to see myself in an image. I was a disgusting blob who could do more work on herself.

"Why not try it?" he asked. "You're beautiful."

"Edward-"

"No, really," he said. "I don't know if you're told that often enough-"

"I don't really want to do that," I said. "Really, I rip myself apart when I see my own pictures-"

"You shouldn't," he said. "I can't take my eyes off you, sometimes."

"Edward, really-" He silenced me with a kiss. I gasped into the kiss. I wasn't expecting it. Again, he held my face. I closed my eyes, and leaned into it. He pulled away before I was ready. "Edward, why'd you stop?"

"Because you need to know that you're absolutely exquisite, Isabella Marie Swan," he said. My face got hot- I knew I was blushing furiously. I could feel his breath on my lips, still. "I just wish you'd accept it." He leaned in and kissed me again. My hands, now gripping his shoulders, found their way into his hair. Finally, I was touching that beautiful bronze hair of his. I could feel his breath and his cheek stubble against my face. It was intoxicating.

I felt his chest pressing against mine, he was leaning me back against the couch. I willingly complied. I had never kissed anyone laying down. I slipped an arm under his, and ran my hand down to the small of his back. For the first time, I felt something inside of me that told me it was okay to want Edward back. It was alright to blush a little in front of him- we already knew each other so well, already.

I felt his tongue trace my lips. I sighed and leaned back onto the couch cushion. I realized his legs were between mine. I took the opportunity to wrap my left leg around his. He moaned, softly. "Mmm, Bella," he sighed softly. "You don't know how tempting you are."

I opened my eyes. He was still so close to me. "I could say the same about you," I said, lifting my head to gain another kiss from him again.

Our hands roamed each other's bodies- unfamiliar territory for me. I liked the way his body felt under his thin cotton shirt. He was thin, but muscular in a wiry way. I wrapped the other leg around his- he jumped. "Bella, I don't think that's such a good idea," he said, propping himself up on his elbows.

"What?"

"I want to take things slow with you," he said, balancing on one arm and stroking my hair out of my face, his green eyes smoldering into mine.

"I don't want to stop kissing you, Edward!"

"You're demanding," he said, bending down to place a quick kiss on my lips. They tingled. "Can we at least sit up?"

"Alright," I mumbled.

He helped me up and wrapped an arm around me, holding me close. I tried to get up on my knees so I could straddle him, but he held me down. "We're taking it slow, right?"

I groaned softly, and sat down beside him, again. My lips found his, again.

Kissing Edward was turning out to be pure bliss. I hadn't known kissing could be like this, I found it faintly annoying and silly before. I hated watching people do it and reading poetry about it becaues I thought it was overrated. Now, I saw what all the fuss was about. He kissed my chin, and worked his way to my ear. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, and then I realized that I wasn't breathing. I couldn't catch my breath- he caught my earlobe in between his teeth. It felt amazing. He brushed my hair aside, and kissed that spot where my neck and my shoulder met. I found myself moaning. "Where'd you learn that?"

"I observe you," he said, his voice muffled. "It's my job as a doctor to notice things." I felt him lick the shoulder/neck spot. I felt bad, in a good way. It just felt natural to moan in response.

"Can I spend the night?"

"Bella, we're trying to take things slowly," he said, still buried in my neck. I pulled away a little to argue because he had slept at my apartment last weekend, but he caught my mouth in a kiss. "I'm afraid I could fall in love with you."

"You don't want to?" I asked, suddenly hurt.

"No, that's the thing, I don't want to do anything to ruin it."

"This isn't ruining it," I promised, coming back up for another kiss on his lips. I didn't want to quit this- I guess this was 'making out.' I wanted to take it a step further- I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

A sharp noise came from the back of his throat and he pulled back. I was afraid I had done something wrong. "You call the shots, love," he said, and smiled. He taught me, with exhilirating movements, how to kiss with my tongue. I had always thought french kissing was disgusting up to now. It wasn't when you did it with someone who you definitely was thinking about having sex with. Was I? I definitely was imagining it now!

We had two hours worth of blissful kissing on his couch before he told me he was simply too exhausted to continue.

We said goodnight and I promised to call him when I got out of classes tomorrow.

I almost skipped to my car. I went into my apartment all smiles.

"Bella?" Alice cried when the door opened. I forgot to call our usual greeting.

"Oh, yeah, it's me," I said.

"What happened tonight?" she asked, grinning.

"Oh, I just spent the evening with Edward," I said, going to my room. She chased after me.

"Oh really?" she cried. "What happened? What did you do?"

"Nothing!" I cried, laying out my pajamas and putting my laptop and camera back into the desk. "I tried to make him dinner, but he didn't have anything in his refrigerator, so we ordered pizza and watched TV."

"There's got to be a bigger reason why you're smiling so big," Alice pouted. "And you're not telling me!"

"How do I know you're not going to tell your Mom?"

"You know I won't!"

"Oh, we kissed," I said. "And he found this spot on my neck-" I pointed to the spot, "and my ear-"

"Oh my God, Bella! I knew there was a reason for the whisker burn!"

I gasped. "I've got whisker burn?"

"Yeah! I'll have to check and see if you have a hickey in the morning!" she cried, gleefully. "Use yellow-based concealer if you do, and make sure it's not oil base. Oh hell, I have concealer I can give you! Oh man, Jasper's going to laugh so hard when he hears this!"

"You said you wouldn't tell!"

"My Mom, yes," Alice said, smugly, dashing out of the room. "I didn't say I wouldn't tell Jazz."

I didn't care if Jasper knew I had some fun on the couch with Edward.

I flopped down on the bed and sighed. I was going to dream about nothing but Edward Masen tonight.