Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, just a copy that has been ripped into pieces by my annoying little sister.

A/N: hi everyone! Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad majority of you liked their ages. I think that's what this story is all about, that even if they're ages apart, they, or in this case Edward, will be willing to wait for the right time. So anyway, back to the story, hope you enjoy.

BPOV

"I had a very pleasant evening Edward." I said as we stood in front of my apartment door. He smiled a crooked grin and I got his jacket off my shoulders and handed it to him.

The evening has been very memorable. Edward was so nice to me, always being a gentleman. After dinner we went for a walk around the mall until security nicely threw us out. We talked in a 24 hour coffee shop somewhere near the mall, thankful that only a few people were at sight.

I've learned that Edward and Alice also had an older brother named Emmett, who is a race car driver. Alice was three years younger than Alice. I was glad that Edward was comfortable talking to me, but he seemed a bit tense, like he was hiding something from me.

"No, keep it." He said as he placed it back on my shoulders. We stood there in awkward silence.

"I better get going. It's just……it's late… and…goodbye." His words were not making much sense but maybe that was just me.

"Yeah, see you soon." I didn't know how to end the night. Was I supposed to hug him or kiss him on the cheek, no clue at all?

But that wasn't a problem because Edward made his move. He leaned in.

Our lips were inches apart, but never seemed to get any nearer. Edward, his eyes still, open, was looking for something in my face. He was like searching for something, reassurance I guess.

Then in a blink of an eye, I was involved in the most electrifying kiss.

My first kiss.

He placed his hands on my waist. It seemed like I was so inexperienced, of course I was, but with my hands falling at my sides I might as well have a loser sign on my back.

But it occurred to me that this was what I wanted, my first kiss wouldn't turn into a disaster. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, stood tiptoed and fell deeper into the kiss.

It wasn't wild or anything that was sexual, it was serene and slow, passionate at the same time. But as the kiss went on longer, it got deeper. He licked my bottom lip and I parted it slightly. He slipped his tongue in and the kiss grew more intense and heated. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands went to my thighs for support. I felt him move and the light from the hallway suddenly became brighter.

I opened my eyes to find us inside my apartment. We stopped kissing, but my legs were still wrapped around his waist. I looked at him and he had his eyes closed.

"Edward, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" this alerted me. Why did he stop kissing me? I didn't want this kiss to go beyond what we've expected, but he stopped so suddenly that I instantly felt rejected.

"This is wrong." He said in reply. He opened his eyes, mine his first view. He broke our contact by looking around the room and walking towards the coach to set me down. He sat beside me, and put his face in his hands.

"I have a confession to make. I'm not really that young as you think I am." He finally looked at me and all I saw was guilt.

"What are you talking about?" I searched his eyes, finding something that may lead me to what he was talking about. He furrowed his eyebrows together and looked at me.

"I'm twenty eight." He blurted out.

"I.. it's.. Perfectly……. fine…. Yeah." I stuttered scratching my forehead in confusion. Ten years. He's ten years older? I could have sworn he looked like a seventeen year old, only a bit mature. But he always wears suits since the three times I saw him and if he was 18 then Alice would be three years younger than him, like 15.

"Bella, I really like you. Not just like you, but I guess the feelings I have for you is something I couldn't understand. I'm willing to wait… until you're ready, even if it takes forever. We'll become friends right?" he asked with pure sincerity.

"We already are." I smiled trying to ease the moment. He smiled, shrugging off the bad atmosphere. He raised his hand and touched my cheek, slightly rubbing.

"Promise me, you'll come on my birthday. September 20." I said closing my eyes as he caressed my cheek. He laughed slightly.

"Till then Bella." He sat up and walked towards the door. "Here's my card. Call me if you need anything." He handed me his calling card and resumed towards the door.

He waved one last time and I smiled, knowing he would come back. When the door finally closed, I sighed deeply and looked at his card. And there it was, written on his card.

Edward Anthony P. Cullen.

President- CEO

Cullen Med.

He's way too out of my league. He owns a damn company. But something dawned to me. Like I forgot something… oh, now I remember.

I forgot to pick up the suit.

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Just less than a week more then I'm finally eighteen. He promised he would come so I look forward to the day he knocks on my door and I see him again. It's been two weeks since I last saw him.

He would send me letters and sometimes call me. He was friendly but that was all there was, we were just friends.

I started college and everyone seemed to be friendly, except for my painting class professor. Alice would sometimes come to school. Okay not just sometimes almost everyday actually.

We plan her wedding and then she'd come with me to buy my art supplies and eventually force me to go shopping with her; I practically have my own wardrobe twice the size of my old one.

"Miss Swan, would you like to answer the question?" I suddenly shot my head up to look at Mr. Trace, my science professor.

"Uh…I'm sorry I didn't really hear it from here." I said gesturing at my area. Our class was held in a very big and beige four wall class room with a wooden floor, a typical setting. I actually am alone in my seat, well I have a partner but she's always absent and rarely attends, which is pretty convenient most of the time.

"Look here Miss swan, if you want your scholarship to last, you would have to work hard for it and not just stare at the floor and daydream about god knows what. I know you could afford this school as much as any other rich kid out there, seeing your car this morning you better, but you should pay attention to your classes." And just before he could say anything else, the bell rang and everyone darted to the door.

I grabbed my bag and gathered my books and pens. I stood up from my seat and pushed back my chair. I walked towards the door but was stopped by Mr. Trace.

I actually liked Mr. Trace before he became my teacher. He was the one who showed me where my first class was. I assumed he was a student, in his senior or junior year perhaps, he looked really young and rather nice. He had tan skin, tall and lean figure, dark green eyes and blond hair that was a tad bit curly. He practically looked like someone that could be mistaken as my brother.

He always calls my attention whenever my mind wanders off a bit. This happened almost everyday. But something was off, I never see him call other people's attention whenever they don't listen…. Weird.

"Miss Swan, hold on a second." He said as we were the last ones inside the room. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at Mr. Trace. "Yes sir?" I asked. What would he need me for, I passed that report about the history of biology last week, I was actually the first one to pass and I think I did well………….

"Would you like to have dinner? Discuss about your entrance of that perfect report you did on the history of biology." He said with not much enthusiasm in his voice.

"I'm sorry, but I have something planned tonight." It's just weird that a teacher would ask you out on a dinner just to discuss something about a competition that was never even mentioned in the first place.

"Maybe some other time." I added. He looked angry at this point and he was looking at me like something was up…….his eyes were scanning me, like he was hungry or something, I felt conscious, freaked out, scared and instantly excused myself.

I ran towards the door and made my way to the parking lot. The air was nice and made me calm my nervous nerves. God, that was scary.

A/N: sorry if it's short. Hoped you liked it. Sorry if I had mistakes in spelling and grammar.