Sorry- this took me longer than I expected to get out. My brother and his gf visited me up at school and we all went out and got plastered. Thankfully, I didn't pull a Bella but I certainly had an interesting night. Then I had to suffer a major hangover for two days. No fun.

So I had intended on keeping the whole story Bella's POV but since everyone has been in an uproar over Edward's behavior, I thought it best to give some insight into what he's thinking. The next chapter or two will also likely be his POV to bring us up to date. I apologize on having to stall the story a bit... I hate it when you think you're getting the next scene and instead you get a rehashing of it from another POV. I'm going to try to match up next chapter.

This chapter has given me many problems. I had some serious writer's block. Then I was worried I was making Edward too OOC but then I figured this is an all-human story- it's already way OOC. So, whatevs. Also, we get a glimpse into what happened that night! Yay!

As always, I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think and thanks for the reviews you've all left so far. They help me more than you know.

My first thought that morning was that I forgot to close the blinds, again. The bright sunlight burned my face, waking me up earlier than I would have liked. Slowly, my eyes opened and squinted into the head-ache inducing light.

My next thought was ouch. Every single solitary part of my body hurt. Thousands of thoughts drifted through my brain but the only thing I could make out was I'm hung-over. That much was obvious. Briefly, I wondered what shenanigans I had been up to but I thought it would be best to wait until after I got some food in me to play the regret game.

Cautiously, I eased out of the bed. I ignored my body's pleading to lie back down again and started to walk out of the room. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye move in my bed.

Shit.

I never, ever had one night stands. It just wasn't me. My friends were always talking about them, priding themselves on how many faceless women they'd bedded over the years. Personally, it wasn't to my taste. The thought of sleeping with someone I barely knew seemed so wrong to me. It just didn't seem natural.

I peered over the bunched up comforter and spotted brunette hair. So at least it wasn't Tanya. I exhaled with some relief and walked closer to get a better look. Just then, the woman shifted and turned over so that I could see her face clearly.

I gasped. The sight prompted my final thought.

I had just slept with Isabella Swan.

My brain didn't work for a while after that. I sat down at the end of the bed and let the previous night's events slowly replay themselves. Everything came back in an overwhelming rush.

Bella dancing. Me ditching the girl I was hooking up with when I saw Bella taking one too many shots. Bella drunk. Bella all over me. Bella gasping. Bella moaning. Bella under me.

Oh, God.

What in fuck's name did I do? I slept with my sister's best friend, one of the sweetest and most innocent girls in the world. She was in a fragile state and I took advantage of her while she was completely inebriated and I was merely tipsy. What kind of monster did that make me?

She moaned softly in her sleep, causing me to jump and hop away from the bed. The sound reminded me of the night before and I suppressed a groan as even more vivid memories flooded back.

I just took her back to my place because I thought it would be easier on all involved. There was also the matter of someone needing to watch over Bella. She was a bit of a mess; I couldn't just drop her back off at my parents' house with no one to look after her.

That's what I kept telling myself, anyway.

She was angry with me for some reason as we walked to my apartment, constantly trying to get out of my grasp. I was getting frustrated by the time we made it upstairs. In a most ungentlemanly move, I pushed her harshly onto the sofa.

"Sit here while I take off your shoes."

"Fuck off," was her response.

My lips twitched with unreasonable amusement. "I didn't know you became so… petulant after you had a few drinks in you."

Bella glared at me but said nothing.

I successfully removed her shoes, enjoying the action more than I should have.

"Did you like her?"

I had been preparing to stand from my crouching position when she asked this but immediately froze. "Like who?"

She rolled her eyes at me like I was a moron and leaned against the back of the sofa. "That girl you were hooking up with at the bar. You've forgotten her already?"

"I barely knew her."

Her eyebrow rose. "And yet you were kissing her?"

"I was drunk." I didn't like this conversation. I stood up and went to get her a water bottle from the kitchen.

"I'm surprised you didn't invite her home with you," she said when I got back.

I laughed in confusion. "Why would I?"

She sipped a little at her water before meeting my eyes. "You didn't want to sleep with her?"

"Bella," I said, rolling my eyes, "I told you I hardly knew who she was."

"You're right; it's none of my business." She became engrossed with her water bottle.

Sighing, I took the water bottle from her hands and stood her up.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, sounding slightly alarmed.

"To my bedroom," I chuckled, finding her expression priceless.

"What?!" she choked out.

Though I was enjoying this way too much, I decided to put her little heart at ease. "I'll take the sofa, Bella."

"No, no, no. I'll take the sofa. This is your country."

I bit my lower lip, desperate not to burst out laughing. Drunk, pissed off Bella would not have been pleased. "You mean my apartment?"

"Sure, sure. I don't know why we just don't sleep together."

I knew that she didn't mean it in a sexual way but I couldn't help but think of it like that. Immediately images of a naked Bella in the throes of passion assaulted my mind and I could think of nothing else as I held her warm body in my now shaking hands.

"Edward?"

I shook my head, trying in vain to clear my head of the lewd fantasies playing over and over again in my head.

"If that's what you want." Somehow I managed to sound like a pre-pubescent boy again.

When we reached my bedroom, she slowly spun so that her eyes met mine. Seductively, she pulled off her dress, maintaining eye contact the entire time. I don't know how I didn't ravage her on the spot. She now stood in a purple bra and panties set.

"What are you doing, Bella?" I asked, sounding like a worried little boy. I was surely regressing in Bella's presence.

"Getting ready for bed, Edward, what does it look like?" She smirked and I realized that drunk Bella knew exactly what she was doing.

She bit her lip and let her eyes drift down the expanse of my body and up again.

Fuck.

"Bella, I really think I should-"

"Shhh," she whispered, taking a step towards me. She grabbed for my hand and I foolishly let her take it. "Be mine tonight, Edward."

Her words startled me and terrified me at the same time. "What are you talking about?"

With the sexiest grin I have ever seen in my life, she took the hand holding mine and let it drag down her body, rubbing against her breasts. "Make love to me."

"I… can't. Bella, you're-"

"Shhh," she interrupted again. "I want this. I want this so badly, you have no idea."

I moaned at her words. She was seriously undermining my good intentions here. I couldn't cross this line with her. I couldn't.

I made a move to step back from her, firmly resolved to do the right thing and tell her plainly nothing was going to happen between us, when she whispered the one word that shattered my resolve and effectively screwed up my life in the most pleasant way possible.

"Please?"

I stood there, frozen, staring into her impossibly bright eyes for what felt like hours. In a small, cautious move, she stepped closer to me.

"I want you, Edward."

"This is what you want?"

I was a goner.

She nodded vehemently. "More than anything."

She was on my lips, then, pressing against them passionately and earnestly as though they could single-handedly cure every wrong in her life. Like a fool, I just stood there, running my hands across her body and letting my indecent lust take over.

I knew I was going to regret this. I knew it was going to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life to blur this boundary. I knew that this act could make Bella hate me forever.

But I couldn't help but respond to her tantalizing touches, her wicked whispers, her ready body.

"Please, Edward," she begged, her words dripping and raw with want.

How could I resist?

I wrapped my eager arms around her small frame and pulled her impossibly tight to me. The feeling was the definition of bliss. My cause certainly was lost before but I had still been hesitant to touch her too much. Now, I couldn't get enough; my hands were everywhere. I figured that as long as I was going to do this, I might as well let passion take its course.

Bella moaned in my mouth, aware now I was going to give in.

"Edward," she panted against my lips, rushing to take off my clothes. "Now, Edward. Now. Please."

That word again! Damn it! This girl was going to be the very death of me.

The beast inside me that had secretly desired Bella Swan for so long reared its ugly head. I was surprised at this insufferable want. I never knew I wanted her that way. I didn't pause to give it any serious thought. I smirked at her, no longer feeling human; I felt like some evil creature of the night.

She was distracted with the button on my jeans and I took the opportunity to catch her off guard. In a fast move, I had her pressed against the wall, my body fully pushing against hers.

"Oh," Bella moaned, flexing against my unrelenting form.

"I want you, too, Bella."

Her eyes fluttered open and met mine. It may sound like a cliché, but I really did lose myself in her eyes. If she hadn't started impatiently writhing beneath me, I likely wouldn't have taken any other kind of action. As it was, she was getting tired of my stare and wanted my touch. So I gave it to her, enthusiastically.

Slowly, so slowly it almost hurt me more than her, I teased the sensitive flesh between her legs. She let out the most delicious cry, making the situation even more difficult to handle. Briefly, I thought to myself that if she did that again, I would completely lose control and take her like some starved caveman.

And then she reached down and touched me where I needed her to most and all rational, human thought was gone. In the dark room, all that existed in the world was Bella- her moans, her eyes, her hands, her core. That's all.

I kissed her desperately, seeking something I couldn't identify and yet was terrified I wouldn't find. She pushed me and in my distracted state I was able to be moved. I stumbled slightly and then pulled her along with me onto the bed.

"We're really doing this," Bella muttered, mostly to herself, I think.

"Do you not want to?" I tried my best to remove all traces of disappointment from my voice.

"Of course I want to!" she yelled, pulling me closer to her by the pants I still had on.

I reached down and started to touch her between her legs again. My mouth found her breast and I lapped at it. The sounds she made drove me nearly insane and I found that as much as I was enjoying the foreplay, it couldn't last long.

My fingers sped against her flesh, desperate to push her to the edge I was teetering. I wanted the experience to be more than pleasurable for Bella.

Truth be told, as difficult as it was for me to watch her body's reactions to my touch and not pounce on her, I was enjoying it more than anything in the world. I had never seen Bella like this, so free, so euphoric. She was always worried about one thing or another. It was beautiful to see her so at ease and so pleasured and it thrilled me to know I had a hand in it. Literally.

We were both panting now, mouths open against one another. Her eyes penetrated mine, conveying secrets that were only meant for me to hear. I so desperately wanted to know everything that was going on inside her head.

"Enough playing, Edward."

Her last words were said so low and so firmly that I couldn't tease anymore, even if I wanted to.

I reached over into my drawer and pulled out a condom. My eyes searched hers for a moment and I waited, sensing she had something to say.

"Bella… are you sure you want this?"

She opened her mouth and closed it. Feeling guilty as shit, I started to move off of her. In a surprising move of force, she pulled me down against her with her clenched legs.

"Don't ask me again, Edward. Just take me."

And for the final time that night, I ignored the nagging voice of my conscience in my head and took what I wanted.

And now I was paying for it.

I didn't regret the night before, really. Not at all. It was amazing, what I could remember of it. That didn't mean it wasn't a mistake.

I shook my head at my stupidity and decided to take a shower. Everything was always better after a shower. Almost everything, anyway.

I scrubbed at my flesh, desperate to take my mind off of the numbing guilt I felt. I had taken advantage of Bella in the worst way possible. I was drunk, too, yes, but I should have known better. Me being drunk didn't excuse anything I did. Bella wasn't the type of girl you just randomly had sex with one night. She was the kind of girl who… I didn't know, exactly, but she certainly wasn't easy and I felt horrible and sick, thinking she was going to absolutely loathe me now. She was going to tell Alice what happened who in turn was going to kick my ass. I felt like a dog.

My mind started replaying the rest of my most unwelcome thoughts. I remembered Bella gasping as I entered her and crying out when I started to go faster. I cursed myself, desperately trying to think of the most unattractive things I'd ever seen. I thought about the time I walked in on my mom who was just wearing underwear, or when I caught Alice hooking up with Jasper in her bedroom. Nothing was helping.

Then the image of Bella coming came to mind and I knew it was game over. That particular memory refused to be tossed aside and I didn't want to forget it, either. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Her throaty moan nearly did me in and then when she screamed out my name, I came harder than I ever had before. Nothing would ever bring me that much pleasure again. But it wasn't doing me any good thinking about that now; it was never going to happen again. I wouldn't let it. Sighing, I rubbed my flesh raw, trying my hardest to punish myself. I didn't deserve to get to think of Bella that way and I certainly didn't deserve to make love to her. For Bella's sake, I was going to pretend it didn't happen.

After I finished cleaning my body and berating myself, I stepped out of my shower and prepared myself for the fury and the pain that was waiting for me.

I opened the door and saw an adorably frazzled Bella, looking frantically for something.

"Good morning," I said, trying my hardest to sound normal.

She looked up, her infamous blush already in place. The reaction the sight had on me now was startling; I wanted to take her then and there. I was really losing my mind.

Her expression, however, thankfully stopped me. She looked absolutely horrified and repulsed. Great.

This was going to be a long day.