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Edward

She's in my bed on Tuesday.

I'm in hers on Wednesday.

Dinner on Thursday.

Breakfast on Friday.

The days pass and I can't get enough of her.

She makes me breathless.

She captivates me. Her voice soothes me.

Her eyes see me.

And her body ... Well, her body moves me.

I'm in my office, but I'll be damned if I'm actually getting any work done. My head, my heart, my eyes are filled with her.

"Knock, knock."

I turn from the window and lean against the ledge.

"Hey, what's up?"

"You okay?" My sister's face is concerned. I wonder how long she's been watching me.

"I am," I smile. "Overwhelmed maybe ... but good."

"Is this about Isabelle?" She asks, making her way into the room and settling on the couch.

I can't stop the smile that forms just from the mention of her name.

"I ..." I look at my sister, not knowing what to say exactly. "I've never felt so consumed by someone. She is in my every thought, my every plan. I questioned taking on a case today because I worried it would cut into my time with her.

"Is that normal?

"Is this feeling normal?

"Am I ... what am I doing?"

I blew out a breath, not expecting to say what I had.

"You love her," my sister's smile is soft. "It's scary and exciting and ... consuming."

Love.

My sister's eyes are on me, head tilted, eyes narrowed in concern.

"I'm scared," I say quietly.

My insecurities are flooding my mind. Kate left me. We spent so many years together, and she just left.

"Edward, she's not Kate," she sighed and tapped the space next to her. "You were the only one who didn't see Kate for who she really was."

I sit next to her and lean my head against the back of the couch.

"Kate was always selfish, Edward. You did what she wanted to do, and if you didn't, she whined until you did. You somehow managed to stay true to yourself, but not because she wanted that for you. I'm not sure about what happened in New York. You seemed really happy until ..." she trails off.

"I guess I just wanted her to be happy. She didn't always get her way, and she'd give me the cold shoulder for a few days, but she eventually learned to pick her battles. I thought we were okay until the miscarriage. Then everything just went to shit, and all I could think was who the hell is this woman I've been with all of these years? What happened to her?"

"Does Isabelle know everything?"

"She does."

I picked at invisible lint on my pants. "Actually," I laugh. "I spilled my guts to her the first time we had a real conversation. Something about her draws me out. She makes me want to share everything with her."

"She's good for you. Don't think so much. Enjoy it."

She's right, I know she is. I squeeze her hand, thanking her.

"So what brought you here?"

"Oh yeah! Grandfather wants us to come to the house. There are some contractors there trying to work, but Isabelle and Grandfather can't agree on a change Isabelle wants to make."

"Let me guess, Mom's room."

Rosalie's laugh was loud and genuine.

"Yes, Mom's room. Grandfather absolutely refuses to let Isabelle move things out so she can update it."

I look over at the files scattered on my desk. The phone is blinking red with messages, and suddenly the computer lights up signaling a new email.

"Yeah, I need to get out of here for a while. Let's go."

"I'm so glad you have your own place now. This would be downright awkward with your parents down the hall."

I tickle her and she screams.

"Stop!" She laughs, and it sounds beautiful.

"Enough making fun of me. I was already looking for a place when I met you. And I don't know why you're laughing with Emmett as your roommate."

She groans and rolls over, burying her face in the pillow.

I can't help but laugh.

"It's not funny. He has no boundaries! God, I can only imagine what he's told Jasper."

"Well," I say pulling her to me and kissing her lips. "You did get him back by signing him up for the Senior Sports Classic."

She giggles. "Yeah, that was great."

I close my eyes and run my fingers through her hair.

"Are you okay?"

My eyes pop open, and I look at her. "What do you mean?"

"You've been a little distant lately," she bites her lip and looks away. "I just ... I don't know. If things are moving too quickly or you want to take a break or something ..." She trails off with watery eyes.

"Bella." I kiss her forehead. "No, I don't want that."

She nods, but the doubt is there in her eyes.

Do I tell her how I feel?

Is it too soon?

What if my insecurities turn her away?

"Hey," I lift her chin and move my fingers along her face, cupping her cheek. "I've been thinking a lot about Kate. I thought I knew her but ... she wasn't the girl I thought I knew. She kept secrets and lied, and I thought she loved me, but I'm not actually sure that she ever did.

Because, the way I felt with her is magnified by a thousand when I'm with you. My heartbeat speeds up when I see you or hear your voice, my body tingles when you touch me," I leaned in kissing her shoulder. "My skin burns when you kiss me. It's terrifying, and the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my life."

Her eyes are wide and filled with tears.

"Isabella, I'm in love with you," I whisper. "And I'm scared to death something's going to go wrong."

"Edward," she whispered, her tears spilling over. "I love you. I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified of everything except you. Please," she said before straddling me and taking my face in her hands. "Don't second guess this before it's actually begun. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it; together. Please." She says, tears flowing over her cheeks.

I look into her eyes, searching for the truth, for her love; and what I find there is our future … bright and hopeful.

I tilt my face and kiss her softly. "I love you, Isabella," I whisper against her lips.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her lips are urgent against mine.

I flip her over so that her body is under mine, and when I'm completely inside of her, the world tilts and feels right again.

I can feel every inch of her body as we rock against each other; slow and steady. My lips hover above hers, just barely touching. But it's her eyes that hold me; her gaze is strong and sure and I know we're right.

This is right.

We are right.

"Edward," she gasps and then tightens all around me; her legs, her arms, her fingers ... and I give in.

I give in.

Bella

My eyes pop open.

My heart feels like it's coming out of my chest.

I look over my shoulder; Edward is sleeping peacefully on his stomach. His breaths are slow and steady, but I feel a panic attack coming on.

I get out of bed as quietly as possible, slip on Edward's shirt, and make my way to the kitchen.

I gulp down a glass of water and lean against the countertop. Long, slow breaths, Bella.

I pull a notepad and pencil from my bag and settle on the couch. I don't want to sketch the man from my dream ... I look out into the early morning light.

My pencil starts moving.

Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder startles me, and I jump.

Edward is standing behind me with his hands up.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you."

I close my eyes and rest a hand on my forehead. I concentrate on slowing my breathing.

"Bella," Edward's voice is low, shaky. "How do you know this person?"

My notebook is lying in the floor; opened to the page of the man from my dream.

"I don't. I dreamt of him and Kate."

"Shit."

He runs to the back room. He comes back in jeans unbuttoned, and hanging low on his waist, his phone in his hand.

"Was it the same dream?"

I nod, and a shiver runs through me; the images flashing quickly.

"Has it changed?"

"What?"

"The dream! The images? Have they changed?" He yelled.

I was shocked by his outburst; my eyes tearing up.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he softened. "I need to know, please."

"When I first had the dream it seemed like a robbery. Lately, it feels more malicious. As if he's out to get you. Kate appears and disappears as if she hasn't made up her mind about something."

"Bella, I know who this is."

"What?" I yelled, and started shaking my head.

"I refused to take on his case when I first moved here. But if he's with Kate ..."

"It's personal," I finished.

We stared at each other for what felt like hours until his phone rang.

"Dad," he leaned in and kissed my lips. "Everything will be okay, Bella. I'll be right back."

He walked toward his office, and my phone started ringing.

"Isabelle? Are you okay?"

"Mr. Masen, he knows who it is. He knows."

"Honey, come to the house and bring Edward with you. I need to show you something."

He disconnected, and my breath left my body.

What do I do?

I can't lose him.

I won't lose him.

A/n: hello! Happy Saturday or Sunday depending on where you are. I'm so very sorry for the delay on this. I'm really trying to get back on track-so far, looks good.

Thank all of you for the reviews and for sticking with the story. I truly appreciate it.

I've been reading a bit... Discordia81's - Lose The One You Love updated this week and I can't wait for the next chapter. And Karenec's - One Summer Night. I'm in love with it, thats all I can say. Pretty sure both were on Rob Attacks.

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