A/N. I have to apologize to those of you who have read the story with the idea that it was rated M. I know it says that in the summary and my guess is that the rating was for dark content. I can assure you now, that unless I go back and edit and add a few scenes...the rating will stay that way. Meanwhile, this story will be rated PG-13+ until further notice.

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

But if you like that smutty stuff, you might as well read some of my other stories. There's LOADS of it there. haha.

Now that i've explained that, continue on. ;D

Mistakes

I spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the house by myself. Edward claimed he was going to go eat, and I didn't have to ask to know he was going to hunt. It made me shudder, but I could not detest him if it was an animal that he killed.

He got back later in the evening, and by that time I had settled onto the couch. I was watching a friends re-run when he came in.

His eyes were golden now, beautiful. It amazed me how I'd gone from thinking this man was a devil to thinking he was beautiful in five days.

He walked slowly towards me, as if not to startle me. I smiled timidly in response as he sat on the couch next to me.

"How was your…trip?" I asked, unsure of what to say.

He smirked. "Well, I'm feeling better, if that's what you mean."

I shivered, but not from the cold.

He gave me a worried look. "I'm sorry. If you don't want me to talk about it, just say so. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Thanks." I said, nodding my head. "You have to understand how confusing and scary this is for me."

A touch of sadness reached his eyes. "Sorry for that. I really, really wish that I could just let you go…but you have to understand my side."

"I do." I sighed heavily.

He smiled lightly, leaning back into the couch.

"What are you watching?" He asked curiously.

I chuckled. "It's called friends. It's good."

He turned his attention to the TV, even giggling at Joey's stupid but hilarious lines. I'd never seen him look more human, or more beautiful.

A memory of Jacob's voice came into my mind then for some reason.

"Vampires are dangerous. They may look appealing on the outside, they're beautiful, but never forget that these creatures wouldn't think twice before ripping you to shreds."

My heart ached at the memory of his voice. Jacob. My Jacob.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, his voice sounding worried.

It was only then that I realized he was staring at me, taking in my pained expression. I could feel the tears that had pooled on my cheeks. I wiped them stupidly.

"I'm fine." I lied.

He looked at me sympathetically. "Bella, what's wrong?"

"I'm just thinking about Jake…" I trailed off.

An unknown emotion presented itself in his eyes. Before I could recognize it, though, he was composed again.

"I take it you and this Jacob were close?" He averted his eyes to the TV, indifferent.

"Yeah. He was my best friend. I love him." I whispered, feeling fresh tears spill down my cheeks.

Edward looked over to me suddenly, pained. "I'm so sorry, Isabella."

I chuckled. "I thought I told you to call me Bella."

He smiled a little, but it didn't reach his eyes.

We watched TV a little more, just sitting around. Never in a million years did I think I'd be so comfortable around him.

He sat as still as stone, like an unknown sculpture devoted to some God of beauty. He was glorious.

Once in a while he'd catch me staring, and he'd take the hand out of his lap and scoot it closer to me. I didn't flinch so as not to hurt his feelings, or maybe it was because I didn't want to move.

I smiled at the hand, and he smiled at me, seeming to like the fact that I like him being close to me. Our eyes met, and the tension between us flared back up again, I felt the urge to scoot away, but I couldn't. I was locked there.

I didn't move as he inched closer to me, like two magnets that were trying to connect. When he was close enough to touch, he reached his hand out to mine.

I took it slowly, shivering at his cold touch. It felt so hard. It felt so cold. It felt so…Edward. It felt amazing.

Ten times better than Jacob's. I shuddered in pleasure.

"If I told you I loved you, Bella, would you let me keep you forever?" He whispered, sending shivers down my spine.

"You can keep me as long as you want, Edward." I whispered back, shocking myself at how true the statement was. I wasn't even really a prisoner anymore. It didn't feel that way at least.

As we inched closer, inch by agonizing inch, I realized that I could never hate this creature. No. Not when I loved him so much.

I wish that I could say it hit me like wrecking ball, like one moment I was here and the next I was in his heart. But it wasn't like that at all.

It was a growing fancy. It was not strong yet, but it soon would be. I could feel it. I liked Edward for sure. And right now, that was enough.

We connected our lips slowly, me because I didn't want him to have to be in pain, him because he was testing how far he could go before my life ended. And it should have scared me. But it didn't.

His lips were hard and cold, not at all the way I always imagined Jake's would be. Jake was warm, always. Not just because he ran at 108 degrees, but because that was just Jake. He was my own personal sun. Always warm.

"I'm freezing!" I whispered, wrapping my arms tightly around my torso and shivering.

Jake grinned. "108 degrees over here, Bells."

I laughed, scooting over so my body was touching his. I put my head on his shoulder, leaning my face into his neck.

"God." I breathed. The warmth felt like heaven. "So warm."

He chuckled, the vibrations against his neck tickling my skin. "It's a werewolf thing." He muttered, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"No." I whispered. "It's a Jacob thing."

But with Edward it was different. He could be warm, when he wanted to be. Jake was wrong about vampires on that account. I knew by spending these five days with Edward that he had emotions. Strong emotions. He was not completely made of stone.

I continued moving my lips with his softly, just enjoying the feeling and the sparks flying through the air. After about a minute he pulled back.

"Bella." He whispered, stroking my hair.

"Edward." I sighed, reaching my hands up to run my fingers through his hair.

He pulled away, but took my hand instead, tracing circles on my palm. "I've never felt this way before." He murmured. "If my brother Emmett found out what was happening… I'd never hear the end of it."

"What is happening here?" I wondered, smirking.

He laughed. "I have no idea." He reached his hand up to stroke my cheek. "But I think I like it."

I seriously needed to sit back and take stock of what had just happened. I was sitting alone in my room again, Edward had decided to give me some privacy. Now that he wasn't here I was beginning to realize what I'd just allowed to happen.

I'd just kissed a vampire. A hostile, devilish, brooding, plotting, beautiful, wonderful, protective, amazing, caring, loving vampire.

Oh god. What had I gotten myself into?

Jacob Black had been my best friend since I'd moved to Forks. We'd clicked instantly, and I could always see myself with a future with him. When he became a werewolf it had complicated things, but in the end it had only brought us closer. I felt as though I had some alliance to him, some promise that couldn't be broken.

But now all shreds of what we had was gone. I wasn't getting out of here. Wasn't going anywhere. There was no way that we could be together anymore. And now Edward was here. It almost pained me that I had broken my ties with Jake and started liking Edward so quickly…

I sat and pondered what I wanted for a moment. I mean, what I really wanted. Only one face came to my mind. A face with beautiful bronze hair and honey gold eyes.

The door creaked as I heard it open. "Bella…" He said, walking the rest of the way in. He looked wary.

I smiled tentatively at him, gesturing for him to come sit next to me on the bed.

His face took on a bit of relief as he walked over to me with human speed.

"You look frustrated." He whispered. "Is something the matter?" He took my hand and I held back my aversion to his cold skin. He touched the crease between my eyebrows.

"I just don't understand how I can sit here. After all I've been told…all I've been taught. And yet, here I am, completely content in holding your hand."

His fingers brushed across my cheek. "I've never been one to enjoy the kill." He whispered, looking away. "I always hated what I am. I've never enjoyed slaughtering innocent creatures to get what I want…need." He looked back to me. "But I've never met anyone like you, Isabella. I've walked around for years… you have no idea how long, thinking I was complete in myself. Until I met you. That day I found in you in the woods…the moment I looked into your eyes…I knew I had to keep you. I knew that I had to make myself strong enough to be good for you. And even now, even when I know I'm not good enough for you, I couldn't stop myself from trying to keep you for myself."

I stared at him for a moment, not understanding. "What are you saying?" I whispered.

"It wasn't just the need to save someone from that vile creature." His voice got a little tense until he calmed himself. "It was the need to save you. I saw you in his mind, your beautiful brown eyes alert and focused with were so beautiful…I couldn't…." He was unable to finish.

I stroked his cheek lightly. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were going to hurt me… then I wake up here." I looked around. "And I have to admit that I was scared to death."

"Of me." He said simply.

I nodded sheepishly. "Until I learned about you."

He looked up at me through his long lashes, smiling lightly, friendly.

"I've never met anyone quite like you, Isabella Swan."

I smiled, moving my face a little closer to his.

He smirked, knowing exactly what I was looking for. I mewled lightly as we connected our lips, the sparks in the air crackling and popping as our lips moved together.

We both pulled away, gasping. We put our foreheads together, staring each other straight in the eyes…. And I could see his soul. And I really liked what I saw in that moment.

"You're killing me, Bella." He mumbled, pulling me tightly to his chest. "I've never met anyone so tempting…so beautiful…" He trailed off, nuzzling his cool cheek to my neck.

I sighed contentedly, but stiffened as he began sniffing my neck-my pulse point.

I breathing accelerated and my palms began to sweat. No doubt he could feel that now, our fingers entwined.

"Ho bisogno di te." He whispered, and my brow furrowed. I recognized the language as Italian, but I had no idea what he said.

He smiled against my neck, bringing his face back up to eye-level. "It means 'I need you'."

I blushed, looking down. "In what way, exactly?"

He stiffened against me, and my body was suddenly jerked away. I looked up, confused, to find that he was on the other side of the room, breathing heavily. His hands were clenched at his sides, his face a mixture of anger and…lust.

I shuddered.

"I'm sorry." He sighed suddenly, his posture relaxing. He walked over to me slowly, so as not to startle me.

I was still a little shocked, not sure what just happened.

He smiled at me sheepishly, a little ashamed.

"I'm sorry I did that." He murmured. "But you have no idea how…tempting you are. And to answer your question earlier, I need you in every single way possible."

"I don't understand." I whispered as he took my hand gently, drawing patterns over my pale skin. "Did I do something wrong?"

He sighed. "No, Bella. You've done nothing wrong. It's me. I have no right to have you, and yet here you are. And you have no idea how much I care for you. Sono anni che ti stavo cercando,sei la mia anima gemella, senza di te la mia vita non ha senso, ti tu sei quello/a che stavo aspettando."

I shook my head, something about Edward speaking Italian brought up a heat deep down inside of me, something I've never felt before. It was odd, but not exactly bad, just different. I never felt this with Jake, and it took me a few seconds to realize that I was turned on.

I blushed.

"You have no idea what I just said." He stated, amused.

I smirked at him. If only he knew what I was thinking. I wondered what he'd do if I told him…I blushed again.

"Bella." He whispered, stroking my cheek.

"What?" I asked self-consciously, suddenly afraid he could read my mind.

"I was speaking Italian again." He murmured softly.

Now that one I knew. Bella was Italian for 'Beautiful.' I looked over at him in wonder.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I whispered, my throat closing a little.

People had always told me I was pretty, and I'd failed to believe them. Only one person had I ever told me I was beautiful before, and that was my mother. Not exactly something I'd taken to heart. But for some reason hearing Edward say it made my insides feel mushy.

He stared me straight in the eyes, no sign of wavering or untruth in his velvet voice. "I think, Isabella, that you are the most beautiful creature I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon."

We both beamed at each other for a moment, and I let my heart grow lightly. He pulled me close to him again, wrapping his strong arms around my soft frame.

"I love you, my Bella. My bellissima girl."

Hearing the words 'I love you' come out of Edward's mouth directed at me was more than a little shocking, but I was ecstatic anyway.

And in that moment I knew why I was here.

I knew that I wanted to be here.

And I knew that I didn't want to leave for a long, long time.

A/N: Unfortunately, I don't have the exact translations for the Italian Edward is speaking in this chapter. Although I DO know what it says. If you're curious, copy and paste into google. If not, don't bother. haha

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