A/N: So, you guys have simply blown me away with the response to this story. I'm so excited you all love WFL as much as I do! Therefore, in thanks, here is a little bit longer of a chapter and you'll begin to see just how 'intense' things can get for these two. ;)

BPOV

Edward and I have been inseparable since that first night together.

The heat, the passion that we shared was undeniable and neither one of us wanted to let go.

There was no way that I was going to let anyone tell me that what I'm feeling is wrong, in any way.

And I know what a lot of people are thinking, what my friends think.

It's too fast, she must be going crazy.

But, I'm not crazy.

It feels too good to be wrong.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm going crazy, the intensity too much, but damn, I've never been happier.

I can't even begin to explain what it's like to have someone touch you, and everything bad in the world just seems to melt away from their simple touch.

Not only that, but you look into their eyes and see they need you and want you just as badly.

You feel it deep inside of you.

You don't know why, or how, or even when.

You don't question it.

You just know its right.

It feels right.

Our days are spent apart for work and such, but then our nights and weekends are spent together, always.

We've learned a lot about each other along the way, shared the good and bad.

E and I are both very passionate people, and it doesn't only show when we're having sex, we're passionate in everything.

It's been a few weeks now since we met that night in his tattoo shop and right now, he's trying desperately to get me to take a ride in his car.

I know he likes to drive too fast and it always freaks me the fuck out.

"Come on, baby" he smiles, his hands landing on my hips as he crouches down and puts his forehead against mine. "It'll be fun."

I can't help but smile back, rubbing my nose against his as I put my arms around his neck and breathe in deeply.

My eyes close automatically as I relish in the feeling of his hands on me, the warmth.

It's consuming.

He could talk me into anything right now.

He smiles and grabs my hand when he sees my consent, pulling me with him towards his car.

The car alone makes me wet, but seeing him behind the wheel of it?

Ungh.

Lord help me.

It's a 1968 Chevy Camaro, with shiny black paint that makes it almost sparkle in the sun and black leather interior.

So sexy.

He revs the engine like a dork before pulling out, winking at me when I giggle at him.

God, he's so cute and hot and sexy and ungh…

We take off and head out of town, my hands embedding themselves in the seat below me as he drives over the speed limit.

My teeth biting down on my bottom lip harshly as he swerves in between cars.

He laughs at me when he sees my reaction and grabs my hand, holding it on his thigh as we pull onto long dirt road after exiting the highway.

"You worry too much," he says, pressing his foot down harder on the gas and sending me further back into my seat.

I squeal when he takes a turn too fast, my heart pumping wildly in my chest as he loses control for a moment.

My body tenses as my breathing becomes frantic.

Holy shit.

Oh, god.

Please don't let me die.

He corrects the car quickly, jerking the wheel back and forth until the car is straight again.

He begins laughing hysterically, smiling joyfully at his little stunt and obviously enjoying himself.

Not seeing the absolute rage radiating off of me.

I look over at him with wide eyes, my blood pumping in my ears and my breaths coming out in huffs as I pant.

"STOP THE MOTHER FUCKING CAR YOU JACKASS!" I scream, hitting him with my purse as hard as I can, over and over again.

*ducks into corner*

xoxo,

Laura

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