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BPOV

The entire day, Edward avoided answering my questions. It didn't seem to matter what I did, he always seemed to find a way to worm out of giving me the answers I deserved. By the time school was over, I was completely exasperated. We both slipped into the car and began the drive back to my house. I decided that I would not talk to him. He wouldn't tell me what I wanted to know, why should I talk to him? Childish, immature? Yes. Effective? Also yes. I stared out the window silently and fumed. I could feel Edward's eyes on me, when they should really be on the road. However, I would not break my silence to tell him to watch the road. Anyway, with his superior senses, nothing bad could possibly happen. Stupid vampire.

We arrived at the house and I stormed out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me. I thundered through the front door and slammed it undoubtedly right in Edward's face. I made my way into the living room and flopped down onto the couch, arms crossed over my chest and a perpetual scowl fixed to my facial features. I was being childish, I knew, even ridiculous. I just couldn't seem to hurt myself, here I was, practically risking my life just to be with him and he didn't even trust me. I had placed my life in his hands, because I loved him with all my heart. And he couldn't even trust me enough to tell me a few simple facts about his existence. I could feel my eyes brimming with tears, threatening to overflow. The first traitorous tear rolled down my face as Edward entered the room, his features full of concern. The first tear opened the floodgates and it seemed that all the moisture in my body began to cascade down my cheeks.

He was next to me in a flash, literally, bent to my level with his arms wrapped around me. I buried my face in his shirt and waited for the tears to subside. ''I'm s-s-sorry.'' I hiccupped. He placed a finger on my lips and shushed me, all the while rubbing soothing circles on my back. I loved him so much at that moment and loathed myself for allowing my hormones to get the best of me and cause him worry. I was being so unreasonable and he was simply taking it in his stride. For the millionth and one time I realised just how undeserving I was of him and was filled with a heart-wrenching fear that he would realise the same thing.

His fingers began to stroke my face, my cheeks, and my lips. He used his fingertips to dry my tears, wiping them away as he gazed into my eyes with such love and adoration I was afraid I would physically melt. How could I have ignored him, been angry with him? His gaze lowered to my lips and his tongue darted out to moisten his own. My gaze to dropped to his and I became fixated with that image. His head began to lower until it was impossibly close to my own. I could taste his breath in my own, just the movement of breathing would connect our lips. We both stayed still for a moment, what felt like an eternity. Then, suddenly, his lips connected with my own and I felt fireworks erupt into my vision.

Though we had kissed before, it somehow felt like the first time, the first proper time. My first proper kiss. At first, it was soft and gentle. His lips moved against my own while he stroked my cheek. My own lips were only too happy to oblige and moved against his. Then, my hands entwined themselves in his hair and he began to push me back on the couch. The kiss began to deepen and I could feel his tongue slip into my mouth, causing me to let out a humiliating moan. I could feel him smile against my lips in response to this. He pressed me further into the couch and before I knew it, he was laying on top of me, his body flush with my own. There was a strange sensation in my abdomen, like a knot tying. As Edward kissed me harder, the knot began to get tighter. I pushed myself against him, attempting to get some sort of relief. But it just kept getting tighter and tighter. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It felt...amazing. Edward's hands began to descend and landed on the hem of my shirt. I gasped when I felt his hands slip underneath. He had never done anything like that before. I then remembered our wedding night. Well, none that I could remember.

Edward's lips were still connected to my own and I decided that I would do a little exploring of my own. His magical hands were stroking the sensitive skin just above my shirt hem but I could feel his hand creeping upward. Anticipation bubbled inside of me. My hand snaked around his waist and under his shirt. I allowed my hands to travel up and down in chest and back, revelling in the feel of the contours. He groaned at my touch. The sound made me shiver, in a good way. Then, I tried to remove his shirt. And he froze.

His lips no longer moved against my own and he halted his actions beneath my shirt. I looked up at him worriedly. What was wrong? In the next split second, he was off of me and on the other side of the room. His fingers were raking through his hair furiously and he was shaking his head. ''I'm sorry, Bella. I'm so, so sorry.'' He said this repeatedly. I was confused. Did he wish that hadn't happened? Did he not enjoy it? My thoughts must have shown on my face, because he was in front of me in the next second. He grasped my hands.

''I didn't mean it like that Bella. Of course I enjoyed it.'' He looked embarrassed at this. ''A little too much if I may say so myself.'' He continued. He gazed into my eyes, willing me to understand. ''I might've hurt you Bella. You're so fragile. I cannot allow myself to lose control around you. I love you too much. And to be completely honest, on the track we were on, my keeping control was about as likely Emmett making a joke that is actually humorous.'' That made my mouth twitch and his crooked smile mad me melt. He looked at me expectantly, hopefully.

''Okay.'' I accepted. ''We have to be careful.'' He breathed a sigh of relief, that I had accepted this factor in our relationship so simply.

''But there's one thing I don't understand.'' He gestured for me to go on.

''The morning after we were married. When I woke up, our clothes were strewn around the room. And, uh, it looked like, you know, we uh…'' My cheeks were burning. I wasn't able to say it out loud. But he understood what I meant. He had to. It was painfully obvious. I looked up at him cautiously. He seemed to have paled, which I knew was impossible. But the colour of his skin seemed whiter than usual. Intriguing.

''Bella,'' He began with a gulp, his Adam's-apple bobbing nervously. ''There's something I need to tell you about that.''

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