A/N: I started this last night and actually had a bit of writers block with it. Usually the stories come faster for me. Anyways, enjoy the new chappie. Thanks for all the awesome reviews on the last chapter. I hope everyone had a great weekend!

*disclaimer – I own none of these characters, but I love writing and reading about them!

BPOV

When we wandered back into the hostel a little while later, we headed upstairs to shower and get changed because Edward insisted on taking me on another date. We were going to dinner and then to a bar for some drinking and dancing. I had wanted to email Angela to tell her that I had overheard him tell me he loved me when he thought I was sleeping, but I never had a chance. It would clearly have to wait for another time and it was unnerving me. Once I had finished in the shower, I threw on my black skirt I had bought back in Copenhagen with a cute white t-shirt that said 'easily distracted by shiny objects' and I threw my little white jacket overtop because it had been a bit cool when we got back from seeing some sights in Berlin earlier in the day. I checked myself out in the mirror and was pleasantly pleased, but I also knew if we were going to keep going out on actual dates, I would probably need to purchase another outfit of some sort.

Edward came out of the bathroom, completely dressed and ready to go. He put on his shoes and he was set. I wished I had that luxury of getting ready so quickly and looking so good. I was in the process of doing my hair and makeup when he came out, and thankfully for me, he was being patient. He offered to head downstairs while I finished getting ready, and I jumped at the chance. Without him here pacing around me, I was sure to finish faster. So he went to the lounge and emailed his sister while I tried to make myself look stunning. It was about ten minutes later when I stepped down the stairs to join him.

"You look sexy," said Edward as he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me outside. We ended up heading to a small restaurant only a few blocks away, and it was very charming. They actually had a good mixture of American and German cuisine, so we both ended up having steak and salad, even though I felt bad that Edward was paying for dinner. He kept insisting that we were on another date and the guy pays, so I relented before we ended up in a full blown argument.

"When's your birthday?" Edward asked casually, attempting to make conversation, but also seeming a little shifty in his intent.

"September 13th, you?"I asked in response.

"June 20th. Alice threw me a big party a few days before I left for London," said Edward with a smile as he took a sip of the random German Beer he was drinking. I was sticking to rum and cokes for the evening, because I knew how my system handled them. I didn't need to be getting as drunk as I was last time we went dancing. "We should do something before the end of the trip to celebrate both of our birthdays. Seeing as we won't be together for yours and we didn't even meet until a few days after mine." I nodded my head in agreement and turned back to my dinner.

"Did you have something in mind?" I asked as I noticed Edward suddenly thinking very hard.

"Actually, no. I was just trying to think of something. Would you be completely adverse to exchanging gifts?" he asked with a gentle smile. He clearly wanted to buy me something, perhaps that was what he was thinking about.

"I already told you I hate when you spend money on me. However, you seem to want to insist, so how about we put a price limit on it?" I asked, hoping to placate him somewhat. It was really hard to deter Edward when he had something in mind.

"Okay, you can spend fifty dollars and I can spend five hundred," said Edward with a sly grin. He knew this would anger me.

"Um no. But the fifty dollar limit sounds good to me."

It was almost ten when we left the restaurant, both of us eager to dance and shed some of our new calories. We walked back towards our hostel and found a little club playing primarily American music, which pleased me to no end. When Edward had suggested dancing originally, I envisioned a lot of European techno music, which made me shudder in disgust. I was pretty eclectic when it came to music, but I couldn't handle techno. We grabbed a table near the back of the club and both ordered the same drinks we had at the restaurant.

"So, how many drinks do you need in you before you can dance?" asked Edward, remembering that I had explained that I don't dance unless I am somewhat inebriated.

"Usually like four or five. Depends on how strong they are. I had three at dinner, so this is the fourth. You may get me onto that dance floor sooner if a good song comes on," I said with a smile.

"What is your definition of a good song to dance to?" he asked as he scanned the DJ booth, which meant he was probably going to make a request knowing Edward. He had enjoyed himself thoroughly last time we went dancing, probably because I was practically glued to his cock the entire time; it was probably the motivating factor as to why we were out dancing again.

"I don't know. Justin Timberlake is always good," I said with a smiling, remembering we first danced to 'Summer Love'. "There's also some Britney Spears and stuff like that which I can handle. If it has a decent beat, I can probably dance to it." Edward just nodded his head and reached over the table to grab my hand.

"Just let me know when you're ready," he said with the sexiest wink I had ever seen. It was only a few minutes later when I finished my drink and Edward ordered us each a new one. I was clearly drinking more than him, yet again. While he was gone to fetch our drinks, a song came on that just called me onto the floor to dance, so I peeled my coat off and stepped off onto the dance floor. I kept an eye on our table to see when Edward came back, so I could motion for him to join me. He took a lot longer than I expected and when I looked over at the bar, he was chatting animatedly to the rather statuesque bartender. I continued dancing and join a small group of other girls around my age that were dancing together.

It was almost three songs later when Edward finally came back to our table, looking for me in a panic. Instead of dragging him onto the floor with me, I went back to our table and took a quick rest, practically downing my drink in one gulp. So this is what jealousy felt like, I told myself. Then I shook my head and remembered I had no reason at all to be jealous. Edward said he loved me. Sure, I was supposed to be unconscious at the time, but he still said it.

"Having fun?" I asked casually. Edward sat down in his chair beside me and simply nodded his head. Something was wrong.

"I gotta break the seal. I'll be back in a few," said Edward indifferently as he stood from the seat he had just moments ago sat down in and headed to the back of the bar to find the bathrooms. It only took a total of five seconds for some random guy to sit down beside me and strike up a conversation.

"You're a really good dancer," he said with a grin and a very clear American accent. I just nodded my head as he suddenly extended his hand towards me. "I'm Adam."

"Bella," I replied as I looked back towards the bathrooms for Edward. "Where are you from?"

"Atlanta, and you?" he asked curiously as he took a sip of his drink, which looked really fruity for him. He was a slightly built guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. Nothing overly attractive in my opinion, but he seemed nice enough.

"Washington, state not city," I added, seeing as most people always wanted to confirm that detail next. Even Edward had done it.

"How long are you in Berlin for?" he questioned as he started to let his eyes roam across my entire body, which made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I looked towards the back of the bar again, and still no Edward.

"Just a few more days. I'm backpacking with my boyfriend, who just stepped out to the bathroom," I answered, hoping that he would take the hint that I wasn't available and that Edward was nearby.

"That's a shame. I hope he knows he's a lucky guy," said Adam as he then got me involved in a conversation about our favorite parts of Europe. He had already explored Italy, France, Austria and now Germany. I told him about our travels and where I was hoping we would go next. It seemed like forever had passed by the time Edward ended up at our table again and I was angry. There was no way going to the bathroom would take him almost fifteen minutes. The bar wasn't that busy and guys never took as long as women in the bathrooms, so there couldn't have been a line up.

"Bella," said Edward as he stood behind me, clearly angry again based on the tone of his voice.

"Edward, this is Adam from Atlanta. Adam, this is my boyfriend Edward." Adam offered his hand politely to Edward, who didn't take it. He was pissed. "He's traveling around just like us," I added nervously.

"Well isn't that wonderful," huffed Edward as he glared furiously at Adam. Thankfully Adam was sober enough to take the hint that Edward didn't want him around.

"It was nice to meet you Bella. Enjoy Berlin," replied Adam as he grabbed his drink and stood from the table, leaving us behind. I was beyond frustrated at him now. He always got jealous whenever I was talking harmlessly to anyone. I was about to just let it go, when the alcohol coursing through my system told my mind not to.

"What's your problem? Am I not allowed to talk to anyone?" I said snidely to him, as he took a gulp of his drink. His demeanor didn't change. He still looked upset. "I didn't get mad at you for disappearing for fifteen minutes to the bathroom or taking ten minutes to get us drinks while you chatted happily with the blonde at the bar."

"Well maybe if every person you talked to wasn't eying you up like a piece of fucking meat, I wouldn't have to get upset." He was practically glaring daggers at me now, and I had done absolutely nothing to deserve his wrath. I grabbed my jacket and stood from our table. I was suddenly not in the mood to deal with his jealousy. I practically ran from the bar and hopped into the first cab I found; instructing him to head back to our hostel, where I hoped Edward wouldn't come for a while.

EPOV

When I went to the bar earlier that night to fetch us another round of drinks, the bartender Gwen, tried to proposition me. Of course, I was completely not interested because of Bella, and I told her so. She was surprisingly nice about the entire thing and even told me about some romantic places to take Bella while we were in Berlin. Gwen was also American and was living in Berlin for a year while she studied German. I thanked her profusely for the information and headed back to our table. Bella wasn't there and panic immediately sunk in. I put our drinks down on the table and I looked around, trying to see her, when she suddenly stepped from the dance floor and sat down, looking tired and apparently needing a rest.

"Having fun?" she asked with a slight sense of tension to her voice. I immediately thought that she had probably seen me talking to Gwen and had gotten jealous or something akin to jealousy. Bella had never really acted jealous at all during our time together. It just reminded me of another reason why I was in love with her.

"I gotta break the seal. I'll be back in a few," I said nervously as I stood back up from the table and headed towards the back of the bar. I snuck into a stall and put the toilet seat down, calming myself down for a moment. While I had been talking to Gwen at the bar, I had realized again that I was in love with Bella, and even Gwen could tell. She was extremely perceptive.

"Have you told her that you love her yet?" asked Gwen as she fetched two beers for some drunken loud mouths at the end of the bar.

"No. Well, sorta. I told her when she was asleep one night, but that doesn't count right?" I asked curiously. It was nice to have the opinion of a girl who wasn't my baby sister.

"Yeah, doesn't count. Sorry. You should tell her. I'm sure if you feel that strongly for her already, she probably feels the same."

So I sat in the bathroom of a little dirty Berlin club, trying to think of how to tell Bella I was in love with her. Before I realized it, I actually did have to go to the bathroom. When I was finished, I wandered back to our table, and was caught by surprise that Bella wasn't alone. It seemed to be a pattern that whenever I left her alone for more than two minutes, guys immediately flocked to her.

"Bella," I said tentatively, yet in frustration, as I stood behind her seat.

"Edward, this is Adam from Atlanta. Adam, this is my boyfriend Edward," said Bella politely as Adam offered his hand politely to me. I didn't take it though, I was too angry to see this guy trying to pick up my girl. "He's traveling around just like us."

"Well isn't that wonderful," I muttered as I stared at Adam a little longer than was entirely necessary. I wanted him to take the hint that he was unwelcome. That Bella was taken, by me.

"It was nice to meet you Bella. Enjoy Berlin," replied Adam as he picked up his drink from the table and walked away. I looked over at Bella and a strange look crossed her face, one I could only call determination.

"What's your problem? Am I not allowed to talk to anyone?" she asked angrily as I nervously took a big sip of my beer, still feeling angry about the sight I had walked in on when I got back from the bathroom. "I didn't get mad at you for disappearing for fifteen minutes to the bathroom or taking ten minutes to get us drinks while you chatted happily with the blonde at the bar."

"Well maybe if every person you talked to wasn't eying you up like a piece of fucking meat, I wouldn't have to get upset." I regretted the words the moment they came out of my mouth, and as I went to apologize, Bella grabbed her coat and left the bar. I ran after her, only to see her hopping into the first cab that she could find. Yet again, I had fucked up because I let my jealousy get the better of me, and because I couldn't be open with Bella about my feelings.

I didn't bother going back into the bar or hailing a cab. I walked back to the hostel, trying to give Bella some space before apologizing to her, if she even wanted to hear it. I didn't know how to tell her that I had fallen in love with her. I didn't know how to tell her that for some unknown reason, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control my jealousy around other men who came within a five mile radius of her. Even Alice could confirm that I wasn't usually the jealous type. It was almost two hours later when I stood in front of the hostel, glaring up at the building and willing myself to go in. The bar had only been a few blocks from our place, but I had wandered around for a while, trying to calm myself down.

When I finally opened the door to our room, Bella was already asleep. I watched her for a moment while she slept and grabbed a pillow from the bed, tossing in onto the floor so I could manage some sort of sleep, even though it would be restless and lonely without her. I wanted to give her some space; she deserved at least that from me tonight. As I fidgeted on the floor, in an attempt to get comfortable, I heard her body rustling in bed. I clearly wasn't the only person awake.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor?" she asked quietly. I could barely make out her form from where I sat on the floor. She was still lying down on the bed.

"I didn't think you would want me up there," I replied honestly as I shifted below the blanket I had tossed on myself.

"Well I don't want you on the floor either. You'll probably get a sore back. You can climb onto the bed, it's big enough," she sighed as I reluctantly stood from the floor and put my pillow back. I lay on top of all the covers though, not wanting to push our boundaries, seeing as we were technically fighting.

Bella rolled onto her side so that she wasn't facing me at all. I laid down on my back and stared up at the ceiling praying that sleep would take me and I could pretend that today had been a horrible nightmare. Unfortunately for me, Bella still wanted to talk. "What were you doing in the bathroom tonight Edward?" Well damn Bella, cut right to the chase why don't you.

"I was thinking," I replied honestly. I heard her scoff gently under her breath. "I'm not kidding Bella. I was sitting in one of the stalls on a toilet seat thinking about you and us." She rolled over slowly to face me. It was the first time I had seen her since she had left the bar; her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were stained with tears. I had clearly underestimated her reaction to my overwhelming jealousy.

"Then tell me what you were thinking about," she sighed tentatively as she asked.

I reached up and cupped her cheek with my hand as gently as possible. "I was trying to think of how to tell you that I love you," I spat out reluctantly. This was clearly not one of the ways I had envisioned my declaration of love. "I'm sorry it came out like this. I was kind of hoping for a more appropriate moment than this one."

"It's better than you telling me while you think I'm asleep," she replied with a sleepy smile.

"Oh, I guess you weren't asleep huh?" I asked, suddenly slightly relived that she already knew.

"Not quiet. I didn't mind though. It made it easier for me to reign in my jealousy when I saw you talking to the blonde at the bar." I looked down at Bella and kissed her lips sweetly.

"Why was it easier?" I asked, suddenly curious that she had no reaction to seeing me with someone else, yet I was always reacting to the same thing.

"I knew you loved me, so I didn't worry about what she was telling you, although I was a bit curious," said Bella as she slid a bit closer to me. "You know you shouldn't worry about other men talking to me. I wouldn't do anything."

"And how am I supposed to know you wouldn't do anything?" I asked as I pulled her into my arms and she rested her head on my chest.

"Because I love you too Edward."