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Chapter 8

BPOV

When I woke up from my nap, the sun was sinking below the horizon. I didn't realize I had slept the whole day away. I rolled over and pushed the blankets to the foot of the bed. I still had a small bit of a headache, but the majority of the pain had subsided.

I clambered out of bed and decided it might be a good idea to put on some clothes now. After I was dressed in a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt I made my way to the kitchen to get some Advil and water.

I looked in the fridge and realized my food supply was seriously depleted. I didn't even have a bottle of water. I guess tap will do for now. I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and made my way to the sink.

While I was letting my glass fill, I couldn't help but think about the text message that Edward had sent. It was sweet of him to ask if I needed any help with my headache. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a double meaning to the way he asked. Stop over thinking things Bella, he's a doctor and it's his job to worry about people's well being, my sensible side was telling me.

But who wouldn't want him to help them with a headache? I can think of many ways he could help, the senseless side was saying. Well, either way, he was too far out of my league, and I just broke up with Jake, it's too soon to be having thoughts like that of someone else.

But just think of those eyes; how hypnotic they are. And those lips; how soft and plump they look. If you could only kiss them. Or those hands, my god those hands. The things those hands can do. I wonder how good they would feel on your-

SHUT UP ALREADY! I inwardly scolded Senseless. I wish she would stop bringing out images of him in this fashion. How was I supposed to ever look at him and not be reminded of these thoughts?

I tucked these thoughts in the back of my mind for now, and realized that the water in my glass was running over the rim. I quickly turned off the tap and poured some of the water down the drain. I popped the pills and walked back into my room to retrieve my phone.

I scrolled through my messages and noticed that I had quite a few messages from Angela, Emily, Jenni, Jake, and oh no… Charlie.

I had forgotten to tell Charlie about the break up. He wasn't going to be happy to know that I left Jake. He had loved Jake, even before we started dating. They were so close that I swear, if I didn't know better, I would have thought he was Jake's dad instead of mine.

Well, I might as well face the music.

I texted Charlie back, letting him know that I was doing good and I'd be by the house when I had a chance so I could explain. I wasn't in the mood to really answer any of the other messages, especially after yesterday and today. So I closed my phone and sat down on the couch to watch some show about a girl in high school and her vampire boyfriend.

I was rather enjoying the show, when my phone jingled, and I looked to see who was texting me. Oh, the doctor is in… Senseless beamed.

R u feeling better? -Edward

I didn't mind the fact that he didn't wait for me to call or text him like I had said, I was overly ecstatic and I couldn't stop smiling at my phone like an idiot.

I am now, what r u doing? -Bella

It took him no time to reply.

I was out for coffee and then heading home, but I wanted 2 c if I needed 2 make a house call first…. -E

House call? Hmm…..

And what exactly would this house call entail? -B

Just as my phone jingled again, there was a knock on the door. Who in the hell could that be?

I laid my phone on the coffee table without checking the message, and made my way to the front door. I peeked out of the window to see none other than my new favorite doctor. Standing on my porch, holding a small white bag and a coffee tray with two cups of coffee.

What the hell?? He's here. At my house. With coffee.

Should I turn him away?

Definitely. This is a little on the creepy side. How did he know where you lived? Sensible says.

Definitely not, this could make for one heck of a house call. Open the damn door already. Senseless says.

I took a deep breath and tried to find some reason as to why he would be here. It made no sense. He had just texted me and here he was. I brushed my hair out of my face, and smoothed my t-shirt as best I could. Why bother, I look like hell anyway. I kept telling myself I was only going to talk to him long enough to find out how he knew where I lived. Sensible had a point, how did he know?

I opened the door, and was greeted with a very beautiful smile from the god in front of me. My eyes raked up and down his body, taking in every inch of his hard, chiseled physique. He stood in a pair of dark wash jeans that hung low on his hips and a white t-shirt that hugged every muscle of his upper body. His hair was disheveled in that JBF kind of way.

I sucked in a breath of air, and realized I had been openly gawking at him. I knew my entire being was red at that moment at being caught, I just hoped he wouldn't call me on it.

"Edward, I…what are you…uh…would you like to come in?" I asked pointing over my shoulder towards the living room. Oh Bella, you're good. Real good. At making yourself look more stupid than you already did. If that's possible.Senseless folded her arms and rolled her eyes. My cheeks were on fire.

He smiled at me, "Sure, I just came by to see how your headache was and figured maybe you'd like some coffee. I also brought you some biscotti."

Oh, my word.

"Oh thanks, that was sweet of you. You didn't have to do that." But you're so glad he did. Senseless was doing cart wheels now.

"I know, I just…I figured if your headache was bad enough for you not to go in today, then maybe you could use a little food and coffee to help calm it," he was looking down at the table as he set the coffee on it.

He seemed to have good intentions. I don't know why, but something about him was just so alluring. I found myself wanting to know more about him.

He turned and smiled at me then, leaving us to an awkward silence.

"So, how was your day?" I asked, trying to ease into a conversation.

"It was good, we had three women give birth today. It was a little hectic, but nothing too big. What about you?" He handed me my coffee and we turned to go into the living room.

"Well, I slept all day. Oh, please excuse the boxes. I haven't finished unpacking yet." I told him, waving a hand toward the few boxes in the corner. I really needed to clean this place up a bit.

"Oh, don't worry about the boxes, I probably still have plenty of things to unpack," he said as we sat down on the couch, each on opposite ends.

"So how bad was your headache?" he asked. "Did you take any medicine for it?"

I blushed, how was I supposed to tell this man that I got drunk because I couldn't deal with my now-ex-boyfriend bringing me some sort of engagement ring to my book store and begging me to come back to him?! That my headache was an alcohol induced one. Great way to make an impression, Bella.

Honesty. That would be the way to go. And since I'm being honest, he's so do-able right now.. Okay, not too much honesty. Just enough to explain the headache, then I can lie to myself about his do-able-ness.

Not debatable.

Shut up Senseless.

She's right about that.

Shut up, Sensible.

"Well, it wasn't pleasant, but nothing I couldn't handle. I took some Advil when I woke up," I looked down at my hands in my lap.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything, what's up?" he seemed so carefree.

"How exactly did you know where I lived?" I couldn't look him in the eye when I asked, so I picked up the bag of biscotti and started nibbling on the cranberry almond. He remembered.

"I had gone by the shop after I texted you today to pick up a cook book for my mother. Your friend, Angela, right?" I nodded. "She's really sweet, and seems to care for you a lot. Anyway, while she was ringing me up we got to talking and your name came up."

"Okaaaayyy...so did she offer up my address freely?" I was confused.

"Not really, only after I sort of told her that I was supposed to bring you some food but didn't know where you lived. She seemed very open with the information after that, you might want to talk to her about that." he took a drink of his coffee when he was done.

I still couldn't find it in me to care that he was here, even after he just admitted to going to my job and lying to Angela. I found it kind of nice that he took the time to worry about me, even it was just a stupid hangover.

"Well, Angela is a pretty good judge of character, and if she feels it's okay to let someone know where I'm staying, then I can't find it in me to disagree." I finally looked up at him and was met by the overwhelming gaze of those beautiful emerald green eyes.

It was hypnotizing. Like Kaa in the Jungle Book. I couldn't look away. I was lost in the deep green pools. Unfortunately, he did.

So which is your favorite Salvatore? Stefan or Damon?" he asked, glancing at that vampire show on tv.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. I just started watching it. I don't even know what the show's called," I told him, now diverting my attention back to the television.

"It's called The Vampire Diaries. I have a younger sister who was into the books and is now hooked on the show," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

We talked about the show and books as well as his sister and him when he was younger. How he loathed being the middle child, but loved his siblings dearly.

There wasn't much to tell him about my childhood, besides my many trips to the emergency room. That topic drew us to a battle of who had the most scars. I won that one of course, topping his five miniscule imperfections with my seven noticeable flaws. It comes with being so damn clumsy.

Talking about the scars led us to showing our scars, and pretty soon, I was agreeing more and more with Senseless. Hell, even Sensible thought his scars were hot. When he lifted his shirt to show me one on his shoulder blade, I was pretty sure I'd be changing my panties when he left.

He said it happened when he was about nine and was playing baseball with his brother, Emmett. He hit the ball through a window of a neighbor's garage, and Emmett made him go get it. He was scared of the old lady who owned the place, so he was trying to hurry and climbed through the broken window, cutting himself in the process. He also informed me of how his mother scolded him the whole way to the hospital as well as the whole way home.

I didn't show him the one right under my left breast , partly because I wasn't wearing a bra, and because it just wasn't that pretty of one to show. I had fallen off of my bike when I was seven and the handle bar had gouged me on my ribs. It was excruciatingly painful and really not a memory I enjoyed, seeing as it was the biggest scar I had on my body.

It was fun talking to Edward, laughing about all of the silly things we did as children. I noticed that while we were talking, we both were making our way towards each other, finally meeting in the middle of the couch.

Talking about our childhoods did have it's dilemmas though, seeing as Jake was tied to most of my childhood memories. I tried to stick with the ones that didn't involve him, but just the thought of how much a part of my life he was stung a little bit. He was a great friend before things evolved between us, and part of me wished he could still be a great friend of mine. Later, I told myself. I'd think about these things later when I was alone. Not when I was sitting next to this fine specimen.

The show ended and so did the conversation. I wasn't sure what to say to him. I know I just broke up with Jake, and that I wasn't ready to start seeing anyone but I felt somewhat drawn to Edward.

Like I wanted to talk to him all the time, and be around him more. It was easy. It was comfortable.

Yeah, and look where easy and comfortable got you last time, Sensible chided.

I glanced sideways at Edward, only to find that he was facing me with a look of intent in his eyes.

I took in a shaky breath as his face seemed to verge upon mine. I couldn't drop my gaze from his, as his face came closer and closer. His tongue slid out and across his bottom lip, finally breaking my gaze away from his and bringing it to his mouth.

My tongue mirrored his and before I knew it his cheek was next to mine. Being in such close proximity with him, I could smell him more distinctly. He smelt of coffee and mint, with a subtle hint of cologne. I'd have to ask what kind, because my god, was it delicious.

I could feel his breath floating over the skin of my ear like silk. His slight stubble lightly tickled my jaw. My breath caught in my throat as he whispered softly,

"I've had fun with you tonight, Bella. But, there's one thing I would like to try before I go, if it's okay with you."

Anything, Senseless was screaming and jumping up and down.

I had to find my voice. I couldn't think when he was so close. Even Sensible was wordless.

Senseless seemed to be running this show, so naturally, I went with what she said.

"Anything," I told him, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He leaned back a little and the second I couldn't feel his breath on my ear or his stubble on my cheek, I felt…dejected.

But it was only for a second, because as soon as his face was back in front of me and I could see his eyes, I felt his breath on my face. And oh, did it smell delectable.

He cleared the small amount of space between us slowly. Ever so slowly, painstakingly slowly.

My heart was pounding and I couldn't hear anything but for the blood flow in my ears and beating of my heart.

My heart seemed to want to jump out of my chest. It was pounding so hard, I was certain it would be lying on the floor in a mere matter of seconds. I wasn't sure if this was due to my lack of inhalation, or the fact that I was pretty sure this god was about to kiss me.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I could feel his lashes slide across my cheekbone. Then all of a sudden my heart stopped completely when I felt his lips softly brush against mine. And I was oh so ready to pounce on him and really feel his lips, when the door bell rang.

Oh for the love of all things holy.

He pulled back and I slowly opened my eyes. "I'm sorry, I should get that," I told him.

"Yes, you probably should. And I should probably be going. I have an early surgery in the morning, and I don't want to pass out in the O.R." he offered a small smirk.

I sighed, not wanting to answer the door, and not wanting Edward to leave yet.

"Well, maybe coffee tomorrow night?" I asked, feeling a small amount of hope that I'd see him again soon.

"No, I'm sorry, tomorrow I'll be leaving for Seattle to spend some time with my family. My mother always makes a fuss about not seeing us enough, so all of us kids have taken off the same week to go back and relive the good 'ole days at home with Mom and Dad," he told me, sounding somewhat saddened.

"Oh, well okay. Just…give me a call sometime?" Why did that come out as a question?

"Sure, and you have my number in case you need anything," he said, standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

I stood and did the same, before leading the way to the door. I wasn't expecting the hug that he embraced me in, but I returned it whole heartedly, finding myself not wanting to let go.

I opened the door, to be faced by none other than Charlie.

Oh, snaps.

"Well, this is awkward. See you later, Edward?" Once again, what's with the question??

I blushed and looked down at my feet, not wanting to meet the gaze of either man.

"Uh, yeah, sure, just call me," he said and then turned to Charlie.

"Chief Swan, I'm Dr. Cullen. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Edward held out his hand.

My father, being the ass that he is at times, looked down at his hand, and back up at Edward.

Edward quickly pulled his hand away, wrapping it around the back of his neck. "Well, it was nice to meet you, and I'll see you later, Bella," he said before walking out of the house and climbing in his car.

Charlie walked past me into the house, then turned to me with his arms crossed across his chest.

"Well, young lady, I think you have some explaining to do." Charlie said in his no-bullshit-I-want-answers-now voice.

Oh boy, do I ever.

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