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Chapter Three

I went home after my date with Bella and tried to wrap my head around what I was feeling for her. She was perfect. She said she wasn't, but I couldn't find anything wrong with her. She did deserve someone better. She deserved someone that was more like her, but I wasn't quite a good enough person to leave her alone. I wanted her. Somehow I had gone from hating her to needing her in my life. It happened so fast. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

All night I thought about her. I couldn't sleep because she was on my mind. Bella. I needed to talk to her. I needed to see her. I needed her. I had to give her the choice. I had told her some about my life, but not everything. She didn't know that my father and I rarely got along and that I would do anything to not turn in to the same man as him. She didn't know that I would rather do nothing with my life than to be the same boring doctor as my dad with the wife and the house and the kids. She didn't know that I did drugs because they were my escape from the perfect person that my father expected me to be. And she didn't know that I had no intention of changing any of that. She deserved to know so that she could make her decision. And even though I didn't want to admit it, I was really hoping that she would still want me.

I flipped over in my bed and looked at the clock. 7:00 A.M. I sighed and then got out of bed. I took the fastest shower in the world, got dressed, and grabbed my keys. I had to see her. I had to talk to her and it couldn't wait.

When I got to Bella's house, I didn't give myself a chance to change my mind. I walked straight to her front door and rang the doorbell. When she didn't answer, I grabbed my cell and called her. She didn't answer that either. I stood out there for five minutes, alternating between ringing the doorbell and calling her cell phone. Even the heaviest sleeper wouldn't sleep through all of my knocking and doorbell ringing. Where the hell was she?

After another five minutes I finally gave up. She obviously wasn't at home, which made me wonder just where the hell she could be before eight o'clock on a Saturday morning? Did she even stay here last night? Did she go somewhere after I dropped her off? Fuck, this girl was driving me insane and I had only taken her on one date. It was ridiculous. I was being ridiculous. I needed to get over this infatuation that I suddenly had with her. I needed to get her off my mind.

I was walking down her front steps when I heard the door open behind me and Bella's voice called my name. I turned around and the second my eyes landed on her, I was lost. I couldn't stop staring at her. She was standing in her doorway wearing nothing but a short black robe. Her hair was hanging over one shoulder, dripping wet. The water from her hair was running down the slight opening of her robe at her chest. Long, toned legs were on full display for me. She looked perfect. Beautiful. Sexy. And I wanted her.

Bella cocked her head at me, obviously waiting for an explanation. I walked back up the steps until I was standing directly in front of her. I was mesmerized by her. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against me.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, before I crashed my lips against hers. I knew I had surprised her, but she immediately responded to me. She opened her mouth and met my tongue with hers. She tasted delicious. I tightened my hold on her waist and she brought her hands up and fisted them in my hair. She began to back up, but she never loosened her grip on me. I realized that she was backing me into her house, so I slid my hands down over her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I couldn't help but moan into her mouth. I walked us inside and kicked the door shut behind me.

I walked over to Bella's couch and sat down, settling Bella down in my lap so that she was straddling me. She didn't seem to mind. One hand was still in my hair, but the other had made its way under my shirt and her nails were lightly scraping over my abdomen. I kissed my way down her jaw and to her throat, reveling in the noises that Bella was making. She was definitely enjoying this.

I nudged her robe off of her left shoulder and continued to kiss her collarbone, her shoulder, everywhere that I could reach. I pushed her robe down further, and she moved her hands from my body long enough to completely shrug the robe off of her arms. The view that was left in front of me was breathtaking. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I was left staring at her perfect tits. She was flushed, her eyes hooded, her hair slowly drying into curls around her shoulders. I couldn't resist her. I bent down and captured one of her perfect nipples in my mouth, gently sucking on it. Her response was immediate. She arched her back, giving me a better angle to kiss my way across her chest, and she once again tangled her hands in my hair.

"Yes, Edward!" She exclaimed and then she ground herself down on my erection. Fuck, she felt so god damn good in my arms, sitting with only a thin pair of lace panties and my jeans between her and my cock. I thrust my hips up, and she once again moaned out my name.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she said. I had no intention of stopping. I had never felt this good before and I wanted to make her feel good, too. She continued to grind on my cock as I kissed her tits, alternating between soft kisses and then quick nibbles. She obviously really liked what I was doing as she continued to rub herself over my cock faster and faster, seeking some kind of friction.

Her movements, my mouth on her tits, the sounds that she was making. It was all too much for me. I could feel my orgasm building and I knew it wouldn't take long. I couldn't believe that I was going to cum in my pants, but with Bella on top of me there was no stopping it from happening. But I was going to make sure that she came, too.

I kissed my way back up her neck and grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing her lips back to mine. She was close. I could tell that she was by how erratic her moves were on top of me. I wanted her to cum. I needed her to cum on top of me. I wanted to see what she would look like because I knew that it would be a beautiful sight.

I pulled back from her slightly, and said "Cum for me, beautiful. Please cum for me." Her eyes snapped open to meet mine, she screamed out my name, and then she fell apart in my arms. The sight of her triggered my own release and with a shout I was cumming right after her. She had no idea what the sight of her was doing to me.

I wrapped my arms around her and placed kisses all over her face. I felt her smile against me and I leaned back so that I could see her. She was glowing and beautiful. And she was smiling. I always wanted to see her smiling.

"I'm not sure what you came here for, but I'm glad that you decided to show up here this morning," she said.

I smirked at her. "You opened that door in that tiny little robe with water dripping off of you and I lost my mind. Don't you know better than to answer a door looking like that?" I asked her.

She laughed and shook her head. "Believe me I had no idea my tiny robe would do that to you. I was in the shower, but as soon as I got out I heard the knocking and the doorbell and saw the missed calls from you. I was trying to hurry and get to the door to see what you needed."

"Well I'm glad that you did come to that door. This has been the best morning of my life."

She giggled again and then laid her head against my chest. She was still in my lap, and even though I needed to clean up the mess in my pants, I didn't want to let her go. So I just wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed the feel of her in my arms. It felt really great.

After a few minutes she raised her head back up and looked at me. "You still haven't told me what you actually came here for," she said to me.

I had to tell her. I had to talk to her. She definitely deserved to know after what had just happened. So I excused myself to the bathroom and told her that I would tell her after I had cleaned up a little. She giggled again – a sound that was quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds in the world – and said that she was going to put on some clothes. I was not entirely happy about seeing the robe go, but it was probably for the best if we were going to talk.

When I walked back out of the bathroom, Bella was in the kitchen making coffee. She had put on a pair of jeans and tank top, and had thrown her hair into a messy ponytail on top of her head. She was barefoot, and I noticed that her toenails were painted hot pink. She was adorable.

She handed me a cup of coffee and then poured one for herself before walking back over to her couch. I knew that she expected me to sit next to her, but I couldn't be close to her while I talked to her about this. I needed some distance if I was going to make it through this conversation. She frowned slightly when I took the chair across from her, but didn't say anything.

I took a deep breath, and then just decided to blurt it out. "I came here because I needed to talk about us. About if it's a good idea for us to date."

The instant the words left my mouth I realized how terrible they sounded. That hadn't come out right at all, but before I could correct myself, Bella started talking.

"Edward Cullen, I will kick your ass if you tell me that we should just be friends after what just happened on this couch this morning," she said, obviously furious. I had to backtrack.

I put my coffee cup down and then walked over to where she was sitting. Fuck not being close to her, I had to fix this and let her know just how much I wanted her.

"Baby," I said, rubbing my thumb across her cheek. "That came out all wrong. I don't want to just be your friend. I want more with you, Bella. But I need to tell you about my life so that you can decide if it's what you want, too."

She just stared at me, obviously confused. So I told her everything.

"You've met my mom and been to my house, so you know that I had a privileged upbringing. I love both of my parents and my older sister very much. But I've never wanted the life that my father wants for me. I've never wanted their life. He's the famous surgeon with the perfect housewife. They have the beautiful house and the two kids. We went to the best private schools where my mom would bake cookies for us and watch our school plays and my dad worked long hours. We barely saw him. And now he wants me to follow in his footsteps."

Bella just shook her head. "I don't understand, Edward. Why would you not wanting to be a surgeon bother me? I don't care if you aren't a doctor."

"It's more than that. I've never been in a relationship before. My sister got pregnant at sixteen by some douchebag that left the minute he found out. I was only fourteen, so I spent most of my teen years helping take care of a baby. It scared the shit out of me, so I never had relationships. I didn't want to deal with accidentally knocking a girl up. I don't want a kid. I don't want to work all the time so that my wife and kids can have nice things. I want to do what I want without worrying about anyone else."

"But you went on a date with me," Bella said.

"I know," I replied and scooted closer to her. "You are the first girl that I've ever wanted to date. But you are so perfect. I'm not perfect. I smoke pot and skip class and drink. I don't want to change who I am. I just want to have you with all of that. But it has to be your decision. You need to know that I'm not going to be that guy that sweeps you off of your feet and gives you that kind of life. It just isn't me. I'm not going to change, Bella."

Bella huffs and rolls her eyes. "I've already told you that I'm not perfect, Edward. You really need to try and understand that. And I don't care that you don't want some white picket fence fantasy of a life. We are nineteen. I don't exactly want all of that either. And I don't want you to change. I like you the way you are. So we're different. Who cares? I just want to get to know you. Right I know that you don't like college, you do like pot, and you are an excellent kisser. I don't care what you think about yourself. I know what I think about you, and you are what I want. I want to know more. I want to know it all. I'm not going anywhere."

That was all I needed to hear. I wrapped Bella in my arms and inhaled her scent. We were going to do this. I was going to start a relationship with this beautiful girl. And for once in a very long time, I felt happy.