A/N: So no one can claim I don't love my readers. A mere four hours after my last update, here is another one. I felt bad leaving you all with the cliffhanger I did, especially since I got thirty reviews begging for the answer. LOL

Grtchn – between you, mmwalker and melferd, I'm surprised I get any writing done. I take great pride in being a CANKEROUS WHORE! I wonder if I can change my username to that instead of coldplaywhore.

Lovebuggkiss asked me to remind everyone to head on over to MTV and vote for the movie awards where twilight is nominated for several, including Rob Pattinson for Breakthrough Male Performance. Check out her review for Chapter 6 for more info!

Enjoy the chapter… I left it with a tiny cliffie, nothing you guys can't wait another day for a resolution to I hope! I'm off to plan some playlists for 'American Girl'

EPOV

What the fuck did I just say? Did I honestly just ask her if she would rather have sex with her ex boyfriend or me? How much did I have to drink tonight? Oh look, there's my beer. I'm going to finish that bastard off and pray to god that wasn't what I really said. I looked over at Bella and she looked confused. There was no more booze to drink, so she could avoid the question by just running away, but luckily for me, she looked just drunk enough to answer it, and I really wanted to know the answer.

"You," she slurred slightly and I smiled from ear to ear. "I already told you Jacob didn't know what the fuck he was doing and I doubt you could possibly be worse." Okay, so she said me, but she didn't exactly complement my skills in the bedroom. It didn't matter, she still said me.

"Would you rather have sex with me or your stalker Lauren?" Bella asked with a drunken laugh. This might have been my easiest question of the night.

"Well you for sure, unless you have stalker tendencies? You don't do you? I won't find you in my apartment trying to boil my bunny will I?" I asked with a serious laugh

"You have a bunny?" she asked incredulously as her voice broke into the sweetest laugh I had ever heard in my life.

"No Bella, I don't have a bunny. I was referencing Fatal Attraction. I'm just hoping when I sleep with you that you don't turn into Glenn Close is all," I said casually.

"WHEN YOU SLEEP WITH ME?" She yelled out in surprise, although she didn't actually look too mad. I hadn't meant to say that, even though the more I got to know her, the more I envisioned her naked in my bed, while I fucked her like crazy, hearing her moan my name over and over again as she climaxed.

"That's not what I meant," I stammered in frustration as I tried unsuccessfully to pull my foot out of my mouth. "I mean that speaking within the confines of the game; I would hope you weren't a stalker."

"You don't want to sleep with me in real life?" she asked as she took a drink of my beer and handed it back to me.

"Yes, of course, I do," I yelled out before I even had a chance to realize it. "No wait, go back a second. Bella, I find you extremely attractive, but since you are Alice's best friend and my confidante here in the cabin, I don't think we should." There, that was a polite way of rejecting someone right? I couldn't even consider fucking her. It just wouldn't be right even though I really wanted to.

"I was kidding Edward, calm down," said Bella with a loud laugh. I looked and her and blushed, feeling incredibly stupid. "We will not be having sex, although I still think you'd be a lot better than Jacob." I smiled from her compliment and then glanced up at the clock. It was just after midnight and as I tried to stand, I realized I clearly had more to drink than intended. I stumbled a bit before falling backwards onto the couch. Bella did almost the exact same thing and ended up beside me on the couch, her dark brown hair falling all over her face and I stared at her, even though I couldn't help it. I also couldn't help the fact that I grabbed her face in my hand and kissed her gently. It was sweet and she tasted like whiskey and corona, but I didn't care. I softly pushed her hair out of the way as we both moved our bodies into a less awkward position and I was surprised by how forcefully she kissed me back. It was only a few minutes, but it was heavenly, at least I thought so. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, Bella pulled back and stood awkwardly from the couch. I wanted to grab her hand and take her up to my room, pulling off all of her clothes and ravage her on Emmett's lumpy bed, but instead she walked up the stairs, leaving me on the couch in a daze.

"If you fuck as good as you kiss, you'd definitely be better than Jacob," she called out from the top of the stairs as she disappeared into her bedroom. Was that an opening? Did she just ask me to come fuck her? I couldn't figure it out. I had never been so utterly confused or aroused by a girl at the exact same time. I sat on the bed contemplating everything and when I finally walked upstairs to ask Bella about it, she was passed out on the bed. I pulled the blankets up over her body and wandered into my own room to let sleep take me.

Wait, I'm wrong, Should have done better than this
Please, I'll be strong, I'm finding it hard to resist
So show me what I'm looking for

Save me, I'm lost
Oh lord, I've been waiting for you
I'll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for…oh lord

The words filled the room as I awoke from my restless night. I had dreamt about Bella again, but this time there was a lot more nudity, curse words and blindfolds involved. As I rubbed my eyes, I heard more than just the music filling the air. It sounded like Bella was singing along, so I peeked out from the bedroom and looked down to the main floor. Sure enough, she was dancing around the kitchen singing along to the song I didn't know. It was absolutely adorable.

"What did I tell you about peeping on me?" she shouted with her usual cute laugh.

"I wasn't peeping your crazy broad." I said sarcastically as I walked down the stairs to join her in the kitchen. Bella was making breakfast, and I was taken by surprise. She hadn't cooked the entire time I had been here, but here she was, flipping pancakes onto a plate while singing along with the music, although now it had changed to 'Santa Monica' by Everclear. "I didn't know you could cook."

"You never gave me a chance to cook Edward. I am actually an excellent cook." Bella continued onto the fridge where she picked up a container of Vermont maple syrup and some butter, placing them down on the counter in front of me. I eagerly prepared my pancakes and smiled happily when I took a bite, she was an superb cook. "See, I told you."

"You're right. You can cook pancakes. You should make us dinner tonight so I can see if you can cook something a little more elaborate," I suggested with a laugh as Bella nodded her head.

"Consider the challenge accepted," she said as she smiled up at me with a big grin. Apparently we were pretending our kiss last night never happened. Perhaps she couldn't even remember it, even though it had been one of my best kisses ever, if not the best. I didn't want to bring it up in conversation and ruin our pleasant mood, so I pushed it from my mind and continued to savor my breakfast.

"So, are we going to delve into our personal lives today? Am I going to hear about why Jacob couldn't satisfy your needs in bed?" I asked boldly. Bella poured herself a cup of coffee and looked over at me with a small smile.

"Why don't you tell me about Lauren first? I went first yesterday, so it's only fair." I nodded my head in reluctant agreement and finished my breakfast, washed the dishes and had a shower. When I returned back to the living only an hour later, Bella was finally putting her yoga pants to good use. She was stretching in the living room on a blue mat while watching an instructor lead her on video. She positioned her body into something the instructor called the 'pyramid pose' and I was instantly hard as I watched her place one foot in front of her and bend over so that her head was against her calve. All I could see was me standing behind her, ripping her pants down and shoving my hard cock deep inside her. Fuck, this wasn't getting any better. I went back into the bathroom and took a cold shower, praying to god she didn't notice I had two showers in a span of ten minutes.

When I stepped out of the shower, I heard the water running in the other bathroom and was immediately relieved that she was no longer doing yoga in the living room. Of course, my mind started to think about her naked in the shower. This was going to be a long day if I didn't reign in the pure lust I felt for Bella. I grabbed a beer, not really caring that it was only eleven in the morning and sat in a chair in the living room, watching the snow fall in the backyard and all over the deck. I was thinking constantly about Bella, it was a never ending cycle. I was trying to determine if I just wanted to fuck her, or if I really did like her, like I would a potential girlfriend. I tried to convince myself that Bella didn't want me like that, but then I remembered our kiss last night, which she had reciprocated. She was totally into me, I decided. Damn, this was going to make the confessions about Lauren a little harder than I originally thought.

"You ready to go champ?" she yelled a few minutes later as she walked down the stairs, looking very cute in a pair of candy cane pajama pants and a beat up pearl jam t-shirt, with her wet hair draped down her shoulders.

"Yeah why not? Let's get this shit over with so I can hear about your misery instead," I said nervously as she sat down on the couch, with a coffee table between us. I didn't like the distance, but I could handle it for now.

"So, tell about your tragic love life," she said with a laugh as I got comfortable in the chair and stared outside again. It was starting to snow a little heavier now, but I didn't care. We had enough supplies for a few more days.

"Well, let's start by saying that Lauren is a very persistent and perky blonde girl from L.A. who I met at a bar one night when I was completely wasted. I'm not much of a bar guy, well at least I'm not in L.A. I hate the pretentious bar scene, but Emmett was trying to impress his new girlfriend and dragged me with him." I said casually as I looked over at Bella to see her reaction. It was stoic; there was no reaction at all. "So, a few dozen drinks later I was bringing her home with me, which I never do. I never bring random girls back to my apartment, it's just an unspoken agreement between Emmett and I. Apparently Lauren lived too far away from the bar, so we went to my place which was only a few blocks away. I think she knew if we had to travel too far, I would lose all interest and throw myself out of the car."

I had tried to break the silence between us with that comment, but Bella didn't she laughed. She motioned with her hands for me to continue instead.

"Anyways, we slept together obviously and she spent the night. The next day, it was like we had fast forwarded three months into the relationship and she was making plans for us to go out with her friends and for me to meet her family. I was completely mortified. It was just my luck to find the most desperate chick in the entire bar. I couldn't even remember the sex with her, that's how good it was." I replied sarcastically as Bella laughed.

"Maybe we should hook Lauren up with Jacob," she said with a grin as I smiled up at her in ease. I nodded in agreement but went back to my story.

"So, we ended up going out on a few dates, and at the end of each one, I tried to break it to her gently that I didn't want to see her again. I thought she had taken the hint, but then she convinced my doorman Stan to let her into the building and my apartment. When I came home, she was on my bed naked, waiting for me. Thankfully Emmett came in at the same time and she ran in sheer horror as Emmett spent the rest of the night teasing me about my stalker."

"Did you take out a restraining order?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Bella, this is serious. I honestly think she is crazy. I had to make Emmett promise not to tell anyone where I was going out of sheer fear that she would come and find me. I saw her last the day before I came up here. She was at our place insisting that we had dinner plans with friends of hers, which I had never agreed to. I ended up arguing with her, pushing her into the hallway and locking the door. She texted me like twenty times after I got here, but I ignored her and blocked her calls. I think she has scared me from dating."

"Oh, it can't be that bad. Persistence can pay off sometimes," said Bella with a serious look on her face.

"Yeah, persistence can pay off, if you are even slightly interested in the person who is pursuing you. I'm sure if you were stalking me, I would probably jump at the opportunity." I slipped in the comment in the hopes of getting some sort of reaction from Bella. I would even settle for her acknowledging the kiss from last night, but there was nothing.

BPOV

He was definitely trying to figure out if I was upset or jealous as he told me about Lauren. I had to admit, I was both, but I wasn't going to show my cards to him just yet. I wasn't even going to consider anything further with him until he said something about our kiss the night before. It was one of the best I had ever had, and that was saying a lot, because I had kissed a lot of frogs in my time. Not that I was considering Edward my prince charming, but he was certainly a better kisser than the rest of my former boyfriends.

"You should be so lucky to have me pursuing you," I replied sarcastically as Edward stood from his chair and fetched himself another beer.

"So, what is your suggestion for dealing with my stalker?" he asked as I heard him crack it open and take a drink.

"You're moving to Seattle soon, just forget about her. Out of sight, out of mind, right?" I suggested coolly.

"Yeah, let's hope that works. She tends to be a bit persuasive, so she'll probably con the Postal Service into giving her my address," he said with a heavy sigh as he sat down on the couch beside me. He smelled so good, I thought to myself as I caught a quick whiff of his scent. He smelled like pine and sex.

"Then change your address to your L.A. office and have one of the people there ship the stuff to your new address if you are so paranoid about postal safety," I offered calmly as Edward laughed.

"You must think I am a complete dipshit for practically running away from this girl," he said as he took a sip of his drink and repositioned himself on the couch so he was facing me.

"No. I think you have enough to worry about without having to look over your shoulder every day to see if Lauren has found you again. The only other thing you can do to keep her away from you, is to get her dating someone else. Do you know anyone stupid enough to want her?" I suggested with a smile.

"Fuck no," he yelled out with a hearty laugh. "I wish I knew someone that stupid."

We talked casually for the rest of the hour about his situation and then he rose from his seat beside me and headed to the kitchen to make some lunch. "How do you feel about grilled cheese?" he asked simply after he opened the fridge and surveyed the contents.

"I feel pretty good about it. We have yet to get in a disagreement. I think grilled cheese likes me too," I replied sarcastically as I grabbed a Diet Pepsi from the fridge and watched him prepare our lunch. I sat down on a stool at the island and just stared at him, which I think he noticed, but he never said anything about it. As he stood before me, I felt the overwhelming urge to push him on the floor, rip his pants off and ride him till we both came in a heap of sheer pleasure, but I shook the thought from my head and decided to talk to him about Jacob instead. "So, you want to hear about my train wreck or not?"

"Of course I want to hear about it," he said as he flipped over the first sandwich in the frying plan and looking at me, eagerly awaiting what I had to say.

"Jacob was a family friend while I was growing up in Forks. You might even know him actually. Jacob Black, lived out at La Push," I said casually as Edward's eyes lit up.

"You dated Jacob Black?" he said incredulously. "Yeah, I knew him. We didn't exactly get along when I lived in Forks. It doesn't surprise me that he turned out to be a complete asshole though." I nodded my head at him and continued my story.

"Yes, I dated him. For two years after college. We obviously grew up together and our families are still friends. Anyways, after I graduated from college, we hooked up at a party that Alice dragged me too. I was way too drunk and Jacob was all too willing. He had asked me out several times through college and high school and I turned him down every time. If only I knew the things then that I know now huh?"

Edward handed me a plate with my grilled cheese on it, and a small helping of Doritos. It was very adorable and much appreciated. "He asked me out the next morning and I went out with him to dinner a few days later. I think it was to mainly placate him and to make myself feel like less of slut for sleeping with someone I had never even seen as anything more than a friend. We had dinner and it wasn't anything special, but he mentioned it to my father in passing, who immediately jumped on the Jacob bandwagon. My father was certain Jacob and I were soul mates, in fact, when I told him we broke up, he tried to get me to win him back." I heard Edward snort at this comment but he wanted me to continue, so I did. "I think that's one of the reasons I am dreading going back to Forks. I don't want to listen to my father talk about Jacob and how important he is to me, because he's not. Anyways, after almost a year of dating, Jacob moved in to my apartment, sort of. Alice had just moved out and I had a free bedroom and Jacob couldn't afford his rent, so I let him move in as my roommate only. Before I knew it, he was in my room every night and things had progressed… more than I ever wanted them to. I couldn't resist him though. He talked to me about his dreams for the future every night before bed, and I wanted them for him, just not with me."

"Why didn't you break up with him sooner?" asked Edward anxiously as he took a bite of his sandwich and stared at me carefully.

"I don't know. It could possibly be from a lack of self confidence, or sheer terror. I don't know why I didn't do it," I admitted ruefully as Edward looked at me in shock.

"You are one of the most confident girls I have ever met Bella, so I don't believe that. I think you were scared to be alone."

"Okay, so maybe I was scared to be alone. I probably still am," I said with a laugh as 'Save Me' by Aimee Mann came across the stereo. I reached for the remote and turned the song up so I could enjoy it more.

"Forget the music, keep going Bella."

"Fine, I didn't want to be alone, but now that I look back on everything, I really didn't want to be with Jacob either. It was only three months into him moving in with me that I began to think he was cheating on me. I ignored it, though when I remember things now, all the signs were there."

"So what happened three weeks ago that brought you here to the cabin, and thankfully into my life?" asked Edward curiously as he finished his lunch and took the plate to the kitchen to rinse it off.

"I found him on my couch fucking some dirty blonde bitch," I said angrily. Even as I recalled it, my fists clenched tight into themselves and I imagined ripping his head off.

"Ouch," sighed Edward. "But, you clearly never really loved him, well not as anything more than a friend, so shouldn't it be a relief that he's gone from your life. Maybe he was trying to get caught?"

"Doubtful. I was out of town at the time and I came home a day early to surprise him, only to be surprised myself. It still makes me sick to think about it, and I think I need to destroy my couch when I get home." Edward laughed at my plans, but smiled intensely at me, his sexy crooked smile that he had been shooting me for two days now.

"Why won't you talk about kissing me last night?" he blurted out. Talk about catching someone off guard.

"You never talked about it either," I replied tersely.

"Okay then, let's talk about it."

"Don't you want to hear the rest of my story about Jacob?" I asked nervously.

"I don't give a shit about Jacob Black; I give a shit about you Bella."