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BPOV

So I decided to mentally keep track of his progress. Like a mental diary of Edward's successes and failures.

When we got to his house, after the embarrassing car ride at my expense, where I had quite openly hinted to Edward about furthering our relationship, Edward took my massive duffel bag for me and we went in.

I followed him up the stairs from which he proceeded to go to the guest room but I just grabbed his free hand and steered him towards his own room.

No need to be silly, I would be sleeping with him. Sleeping as in snoring and dreaming and lots of zzzzzs. Because I wasn't sure if I was ready for more than that. Yet.

And we just decided to watch a movie that night, keep things low key, and Edward picked the film.

Sound of Music. The Sound of Music. I couldn't take him seriously when he chose it and said it was his favorite movie, not because I didn't also adore it, but because Edward and Julie Andrews just didn't mix.

"Don't you fucking laugh at the von Trapps Bella. So help you god! Or I just may have to punish you."

And I couldn't keep the laughter in. It was too funny. And Edward mock-angrily ran up to the couch where I was sitting and having a fit of laughter and began tickling me to no end.

And as much as I pleaded, begged, between breathless fits of laughter, Edward just wouldn't stop tickling me.

But when the movie finally started and the hills showed up, Edward all of a sudden became all serious and stopped tickling me. He straightened himself on the couch, looking all formal, and intently focused on the movie.

So cute.

And somewhere between the puppet show and the "cuck-coo" song I just fell asleep, resting my head on Edward's stone chest.

"Bella, wake up." And I felt Edward nudging me a little, trying to wake me.

But because I was stubborn and refused to open my eyes, Edward completely surprised me.

One minute I was on the soft couch and the next I was floating in air.

I opened my eyes to see what had happened and Edward was carrying me up the stairs to his room. And once he got there, he gently put me on the bed and said,

"Do you need me to undress you too, Bella?"

And I blushed. Which totally blew the whole 'I'm asleep' act, but undress me – well, that sounded surprisingly good.

It must have been my half-conscious mind playing tricks on me. What else could explain the feeling of desire after he had said those words? I was too afraid to even unbutton his shirt a little, let alone let him undress me.

And I groggily got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to change. When I got back, Edward was already under the covers, lying nonchalantly on his side, resting his head on his arm, and beckoned me with his finger to come closer.

He just looked so – sexy. I just couldn't get close enough.

Then, of course, because I'm Isabella Swan and the gods hate me, I had to trip on the long bed sheets drooping to the floor and fall smack onto the bed face first.

Ow.

And Edward just sat up and lifted me up to meet his gaze.

"Bella, are you okay?" and he was fighting back a grin so I just humphed indignantly, turned my body away from him, and brought myself under the covers.

And although I was a little annoyed, I let Edward encircle his arms around me, kiss my hair, and wish me sweet dreams.

Sweet dreams indeed…

EPOV

All of Bella's shit fucking worked. I mean, I relapsed on the second day, which was excruciatingly painful because Bella decided that not only I couldn't kiss her, but I couldn't touch her either. Which was so unbearable that it made me go clean for the rest of the week. Damn, she was good. She knew exactly how to fix me.

And on one particular night, it wasn't really so different from the others, Bella had decided she wanted to play a card game.

We ended up playing Go Fish. Go figure. Bella liked it and I couldn't refuse when the childish grin crossed her face when she suggested it.

And things got really intense. Bella and I were so into the game I didn't even realize it was already 11:00 when she beat me for the hundredth time.

And then things changed. I'm not really sure what happened or how, but both of us put our cards down on the table and Bella just had this intense gaze in her eyes, basically looking down into the depths of my soul.

And whatever she saw, she must have liked, because she crawled closer to me on her knees and when she was close enough, started kissing me.

She started at my lips, then went to my jaw, following its path to my earlobe, which she licked, and began ruffling her fingers through my hair.

And I decided to respond by drawing her onto my laps, impossibly closer, holding her hips, and just started kissing her in the crook of her neck, which turned into everywhere. I made a line of kisses following her collarbone, throwing in a lick every once in a while because she tasted so fucking good, and finally made my way to her face, which I attacked with a vengeance.

It just didn't seem like I could get her lips close enough to mine fast enough.

And I eventually let my lips part, to caress her lips with my tongue, and I heard her moan. Which just made me do it again, because I was enjoying it just as much as she was.

And somehow, I managed to stand with Bella's legs wrapped around my waist and I headed towards the stairs, towards my room.

As I was carrying Bella up to my room, she just kept kissing my neck and jaw line so I had to concentrate really hard on the stairs not to fall.

And finally, we made it to my room where I gently laid Bella down and positioned myself on top of her.

And I knew I would have to stop this, whatever this was, soon, or we'd be going too far. Because I knew Bella wasn't ready for shit like that yet and I didn't want her to have any regrets.

But I couldn't help but comply when Bella put her hands on the hem of my shirt and let them slip under so they touched my skin. And she just made me shiver. Because it felt so good, her hands rubbing my chest, and trying to pry off my shirt.

So I decided I would help her a bit. I pulled my shirt over my head and flung it to the ground, not very preoccupied with where it landed.

BPOV

Oh. My. God. Edward. Shirtless.

Me, speechless. Because he just looked so damn sexy and I couldn't help but just roll us over, so I was on top, so I could do want I wanted to do. And I started a line of kisses from his chin down his throat to the new world, his chest I mean. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it, and it was so incredibly perfect.

Then Edward pulled me back up to his face and just silently began thanking me for my line of kisses by giving me a set of his own. He started on my lips and went to my earlobe which he slightly tugged with his teeth and moved down to my neck, collarbone, and eventually, between my cleavage.

And it felt so good, to my embarrassment, that I couldn't hold back a moan. And I wasn't sure where we were going with this but I didn't mind one bit. I had decided, earlier, that I was ready to move on with Edward, escalate our relationship a bit. And now seemed like the perfect time.

So I was about to take my own shirt off, when my phone rang in my pocket.

Stupid, stupid phone. I was going to ignore it, but Edward chuckled, his lips pulling back into a grin, and said huskily:

"You should probably answer that."

And I gave a little whine of protest but I couldn't refuse Edward so I groaned, rolled off him, and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bella. It's Jessica. I wouldn't be calling you so late but it's an emergency. Charlie just called and asked to speak to you. I told him you were busy and he said he would wait and I told him you'd call him right back but he refused to take no for an answer and I had to tell him everything, Bella. He knows, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to warn you before he got there."

And I was speechless, because I was screwed. Charlie coming over to find Edward and me alone in a house – no, I was fucked. I just really hoped Charlie wouldn't bring his shot gun with him, just in case he decided to use Edward as target practice.

So I hung up the phone, jumped off the bed, and began rushing to shove all my things back into my duffel bag.

"Bella, what's wrong?"

"Charlie. Coming. Now."

And with those three words, Edward was off the bed and warily helping me to stuff all my things into my bag.

Once we were done, Edward threw his shirt back on and he brought my bag down next to the door.

And I was just standing by his side, biting my lip, nervous as fuck, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Waiting for Charlie to kill me.

"Bella," Edward said as he brushed my cheek and tilted my head so my eyes would meet his gaze, "it's okay. Everything will be fine. Just, let me talk to him."

And as Edward said those words, I saw headlights flood the dark night as tears began to flood my face.

EPOV

I would talk to Charlie, one-on-one, with Bella in another room and explain to him the situation, or really, part of the situation.

Bella was helping tutor me tonight, for Biology of course. Because Charlie didn't know Bella had been at my house since the start of break and he didn't know Bella was helping me with my substance abuse. And he didn't have to know. So I would spare him the unnecessary details.

BPOV

I came to a conclusion, in that moment, that the gods did really hate me. Just when things were starting to look so good and I was closer to Edward than I ever had been, fate or god or whatever had to come screw it up.

And all I could do as I watched Charlie storm closer and closer towards the house was squeeze Edward's hand tightly. Because I had a feeling, that after tonight, I wouldn't be feeling much of Edward anymore.

And I know it was a silly thought, at this time of major crisis in my life, to be thinking about Romeo and Juliet. But for the first time ever, I actually praised Shakespeare. He had gotten the whole 'separation is too much to bear' thing down.

Because although I wasn't a Capulet, and Edward wasn't a Montague, we were definitely what you could call "star-crossed lovers."

Awwww, no! But it had to happen. and sorry for the cheezy ending but i couldn't help it. i like shakespeare... :) Reviews are better than Edward shirtless... (Well, not really, but, you know what i mean.)