AN: Sorry for the lack of posts over the last few days. I had a lovely extended weekend in London that kept me busy. I promise we are back to our regular updates now. In the meantime thanks to everyone who continues to read and review this story. I'm loving how involved everyone is getting :)
At first I am too shocked to respond but when I feel Edwards lips eagerly pressing against mine I regain my senses and I find myself kissing him back with equal enthusiasm.
My hands seem to have a mind of their own and they weave their way into the hair I have dreamed about running my fingers through.
When Edwards arms sneak around my waist, drawing me fully against him I feel overcome by the strangest sensation. I've never felt anything like this before. I'm partly excited, partly terrified.
Then I think of the girl I saw Edward with earlier and my happiness fades.
In that moment I try to push all thoughts of her out of my mind.
Before tonight I'd never contemplated being 'the other woman' but if I only get one kiss with Edward Cullen I am determined to make the most of it.
Except, no matter how hard I try, I can't push the thought of Edwards girlfriend out of my mind.
In an instant the moment is broken and any magic I felt between the two of us has gone with it.
Pulling away from Edward is the hardest thing I have ever done but I force myself to be strong and attempt to put some distance between the two of us.
Unfortunately Edward isn't giving up without a fight. His arms reach out for me immediately.
I don't want to fight him; I want to be in his arms again, but I can't do that.
Whatever my feelings, I refuse to be the other woman.
Not even for him.
Undeterred, or perhaps unaware of the change in my emotion, Edward reaches out to tuck an errand tendril of hair behind my ear and I jerked back in shock.
My skin seems to buzz and burn where his fingers had skimmed and not in a good way!
What felt so right before, suddenly feels all wrong.
"Bella, I want you so much. Tell me you feel it too." Edward admission brings me to my senses and I pull away from his touch.
"This can't happen." I say, ignoring the hurt expression on his face.
"Bella, please," he begs.
Edwards persistence only flares my anger and any sympathy I felt for him vanishes in an instant.
And without a second thought I move aside and shut the door in his face.
AN: Oh dear! Come on your didn't all think I would let him off so easily did you? He has some making up to do. But I promise this is as angsty as it gets.