a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. I don't own Twilight.

***This takes place after Chapter 15, Milestone.

Word Prompt: List

Plot Generator—Phrase Catch: Dance the night away.

Repeat the phrase to yourself five times, open a blank word document and begin.

"It's cold out here. Are you sure you don't want to come upstairs?"

Alice was bundled tightly in her coat and scarf, her petit frame still trembling.

"No, I'll only be a moment."

She looked at me with a cocked brow and over my shoulder at Edward. "Well I'm giving you a hug now."

"I'll see you in the morning before you leave," I laughed but still let her wrap her arms around me.

"You never know. Jasper will be over early for our car service to Newark." She dashed up the stairs to the door, keys in hand. "Tell your parents I'm sorry I missed them."

"I will but Alice, I'll see you in the morning."

Alice ignored me and called out to Edward. "I'm sure I'll see you again. I have a feeling about these things. Merry Christmas." She had that knowing twinkle in her eye when she glanced at me one last time before shutting the door behind her.

Edward had his hands shoved in his pockets and it seemed silly for me to keep us outside but I was too uncertain of his intentions. "You shouldn't have let the cab go."

"I can get another."

"You had trouble getting one earlier," I said, mimicking his pose.

A smile creeped on his face. "Then maybe I'll walk."

"What hotel are you at?"

"I'm staying about fifteen blocks away," he replied, crossing his arms and squinting at me.

I continued firing off. "When did you get here?"

"A few days ago." He took a few steps towards me.

"Are you here for work?" I backed up a little but I was too close to the stairs and almost fell backwards.

"Kind of."

"How long are you here for?" I frowned at his vagueness. "You must be heading home soon."

A quick laugh burst from his lips and his hands went back to his pockets.

"What is it?"

He was close enough now that I could feel his body radiating heat. Or maybe that was just my own reaction.

"You have a lot of questions," he pointed out.

"Oh I have a list once I get started," I said with too much attitude.

"And I don't have a problem with that except-" He cut himself off and looked up and down the street before setting a determined gaze back on me.

"Come with me."

"Where?" I wanted to back away again but didn't move. I couldn't move.

"Just come with me."

My head was shaking before I realized it. "I have-"

"You have no meetings," he said slightly frustrated. "Tell me you have meetings. Look me in the eye and tell me that."

Of course I couldn't.

"Come with me," he pressed again. I was weakening because he was saying what my body and soul wanted.

"You're dangerous."

"No, I'm not." He had me when his hands reached out to grasp my shoulders. I was a foolish girl all over again, weak-kneed and melting.

"You know I'm not but I've done a bad job of protecting my place in your heart. Please let me try and change that," he pleaded. "This conversation can't happen outside on a stoop. Please, Bella. This is me, Edward, begging you, Bella, to please come with me."

He let me go and took a couple steps back, holding out his hand to me. "Will you?"

I missed his touch immediately. "You don't play fair."

He said nothing and didn't drop his hand. "I'm not sleeping with you," I stated clearly.

He tried not to smile. He wanted to maintain the heavy tension but I still saw his lips quirk. I needed that lightened moment to say the next thing that I knew was inevitable the second he asked me to come with him.

"Fine. Yes."