A/N: In case you didn't see on my blog, I've decided on an updating schedule for this story, and so from now onwards I'll be updating every Sunday :)

Bella:

I spend extra time this morning, choosing what to wear. Today is my first day at the University of Berkeley, so I'm worrying and making sure I look nice. Edward and I won't see each other for most of the day, due to how different our courses are. I'm doing an English literature degree, whereas Edward is doing a degree in astrophysics.

When I get home after my first day, Edward isn't here, so I start doing some of the work I got set. I'm anxious for Edward to come home, to see how his first day went. Mine went brilliant; I can only hope it's the same for him.

At around 5 I finally hear him opening the door, so I leave the bedroom, where there's a small desk now covered in my books, and go out to greet him.

There's a stony expression on his face, and he says nothing to greet or acknowledge me as he walks straight into the kitchen.

"Hey," I say to him, walking over to the breakfast bar. "How was your first day?" I ask him politely, unlike the attitude he's giving me.

"Oh, it was great," he says bitterly, sarcastically.

"What's wrong?" I ask, getting worried.

"Nothing," Edward huffs, grabbing a glass of water and stalking off to the bedroom.

I frown, wondering if maybe I've done something wrong. No. I can't have. We were fine this morning; we even walked to Berkeley University together.

Following him to the bedroom, I see him sat on the bed on his phone.

"Edward, what's happened? Maybe I can help," I say softly, sitting next to him.

Scoffing loudly, Edward says, "No, I'm fine. I don't need help."

Sighing and beginning to get frustrated, I stand up from the bed and pace around the room.

"Clearly something's up, since you're been all pissed with me!" I practically shout at him. "If you're not going to tell me what's wrong, how can I help?"

"Fine, you want to know what's up?" Edward begins, standing up too. "I had a rubbish lecture as the lecturer made me stand at the front and introduce myself, so I text my girlfriend to meet up. She texts back she's busy, which I accept, until I see her walking with another boy, laughing," Edward finishes, leaving the bedroom and slamming the door.

I run out to try and explain to him, but all I see is the front door slamming closed.

Well, fuck him, then.

I spend the rest of the evening doing work, pausing briefly to make some dinner, and then go back to doing work. Edward still doesn't come home, and doesn't reply to any of my texts.

Eventually, I shower and get ready for bed, and I'm just about to fall asleep when I hear the front door opening. I quickly turn off the light and pretend to be asleep, wondering what Edward will do. Opening my eyes slightly when I hear the bedroom door opening, I see Edward's shadowy figure moving over to the wardrobe.

He looks over my way, before quickly turning his attention back to the wardrobe. As he's rifling through it he drops something, so I use that as an excuse to 'wake-up'. Jolting up, I turn on the light and turn to glare at Edward.

His wide eyes meet mine, and he looks torn whether to run or stay.

"I don't know where the fuck you've been all this time, but I just want to let you know that I'm immensely pissed that you got all wound up before I could even give you an explanation," I tell him, the glare remaining on my face.

"Fine. Explain," Edward says harshly, perching on the edge of the desk.

I'm temporarily shocked by the coldness of his voice, not used to arguing with him. Of course we've had our arguments, but they're few and far between.

"That guy you saw me with? He was Tyler. He's in my classes, and he was showing me around. He was also asking if I'd like to join the student's magazine, which I agreed to," I explain to Edward. "You just need to fucking understand that I love you! I'm living with you and, trust me, if I didn't have a class to go to I would have been there for you!" I end, shouting at him.

Momentarily stunned by my words, Edward doesn't say anything.

"If you're actually planning on staying tonight, you can sleep on the sofa," I add, lying back down in bed.

For a moment I don't hear any moment, so I presume he's gone to the living room. I'm about to turn off the light when I feel a dip in the bed beside me.

"Don't be mad. I, um, I had a really bad morning, and so I was angry about that, and, uh, I guess I took it out on you," Edward mumbles.

Reluctantly I sit up again, turning to face Edward. The expression on his face breaks my heart a little.

"I understand you want me on the sofa. I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry and I love you and please don't leave me," Edward begs, his eyes welling up.

"I'm not…what? Why would I?" I frown at Edward. "I'm not breaking up with you. Why would we be breaking up? Do you want to break up?" I ask nervously.

"No! No, I love you! Bella, you are my life. I was such an idiot. The biggest idiot," Edward says emphatically. I quickly wipe away any stray tears as I watch Edward. "I'll go to the sofa now." Edward gets up from the bed and walks away.

"Edward!" I call out urgently. Despite the fact it's late, we need to sort this out before tomorrow. I can't lose him, not after everything we've been through. "Where did you go?" I ask curiously.

Slowly turning to face me, Edward looks embarrassed. "I went to the shopping area and called Emmett. I asked for advice," Edward murmurs, looking at the floor.

"And what was his advice?" I ask quietly.

"To apologise and grovel and never, ever lose you. Emmett said, 'Bella is the best thing that's ever happened to you, you'd be a dick to dump her'," Edward answers. "I quickly told him I was never going to dump you, and never would, and then he said 'get your ass home before she dumps you', so that's what I did."

Once again, my heart breaks a little more, and I feel tears sting my eyes.

"Edward," I sob out. He's by my side in an instant, his arms wrapping tightly around my body. "I love you, my stupid, stupid boyfriend," I tell him, crying into his shirt.

"I love you too," Edward says back, wiping away his own tears.

Eventually I pull him into the bed with me, both of us lying together and calming down. I reach up and kiss his lips, trying to get ever closer to him. I feel like I can't get close enough.

He responds to the kiss with vigour, his arms encasing me and pulling me on top of him. I grind over him, until hands on my hips stop me.

I practically growl in annoyance.

"You're on…we can't," Edward says, as if he's reminding me.

"This was going to be my surprise when you got home from classes. My period ended, we can," I tell him, grinding my hips for emphasis.

"You were…god, I'm such an idiot. You were going to surprise me and I come home shouting," Edward says, looking like he hates himself.

I kiss him again and move my hips to show him to forget about it, to loose himself in us. It seems to work as his grip on my hips loosens and he begins moving his hips with mine.

I slowly begin unbuttoning his shirt, and then push it off his shoulders. He tugs on the hem of my top and pulls it over my head. His hands explore my exposed chest, my hips moving rougher because of his actions.

I reach down and undo his jeans, moving off him so that he can take them off. I reach over to my bedside table and grab the box of condoms we bought. When I look back over to Edward, I almost salivate at the image. He's lying on the bed, completely naked, his cock hard and erect.

Quickly taking off my shorts, I join in him bed, about to open a condom.

"Wait," Edward says, pushing me over so that I'm lying down and he's above me. "I want this to be good for you, too. I, um, I read about pleasuring the woman first, apparently it's not as painful if, uh, you've had an orgasm just before," Edward mumbles, blushing a little.

Smiling widely, I lean up and kiss him in thanks, his fingers moving down to touch me. He knows just what to do and pushes his fingers inside, preparing me for later. I moan at his fingers and the thought of later, throwing my head back against the pillow.

Edward knows just what to do to bring me pleasure, since he knows my body so well. We meet in a passionate kiss, our lips pressing together forcefully. I love Edward when we're intimate, as he loses a lot of his shyness. He still blushes occasionally, and a lot when we first started becoming more intimate, but now he's growing surer of himself and his body.

"Edward!" I gasp, getting closer. The tightening in my abdomen intensifies as I clench around him, coming on his fingers.

He kisses me again and slowly removes his fingers from me, placing his large hands on either side of me.

"You're so sexy," Edward murmurs, resting his forehead on mine.

I breathe heavily, trying to locate the condom.

"Here," Edward grins, holding it up.

I smile back, watching intently as he opens the condom and rolls it onto himself. Instead of pushing in straight away, Edward leans down, his face right next to mine. Once again he asks if I'm sure, so I simply nod in response.

As he lines up with my entrance he keeps his eyes locked on mine, showing a mixture of love and passion. I watch his face, entranced, as he pushes inside me, filling me completely. He pauses, for which I'm thankful, to give me a moment. It hurts like nothing else, but after a while of Edward remaining still the pain begins to subside.

"You can move," I tell him, my eyes flicking down to watch him moving slowly in and out of me.

When my eyes move up to his face, the sight that greets me makes me unable to look away. His eyes are fixated on where we're joined, his lips slightly parted as harsh breaths come out.

I wrap my arms around his chest and pull him down to me, kissing his deeply. He moans into the kiss, his hips pushing him into me faster. His breathing quickens so he ends up resting his forehead against mine.

"I'm close, Bella," Edward groans, grinding his hips into mine.

I tighten around him to help him get closer to his release, wanting to see him fall apart. His thrusts become erratic before he stills deep inside me, collapsing on top of me.

I thread my fingers through his hair as his head rests on my chest, his harsh breaths fanning over my stomach. I don't know how long we stay like that, until Edward slowly gets up and pulls out of me.

It feels empty without him, as he walks out the room and to the bathroom, I presume, to discard of the condom. I stay lying in the same position, feeling an ache all over, but happy nonetheless.

When Edward walks back in, he looks sheepish and nervous.

"Um…do you still want me to sleep on the sofa?" he asks quietly.

I roll my eyes and feel like shaking him, a laugh accidentally erupting from me.

"What?" Edward asks, frowning.

"Come to bed," I tell him, watching him as he walks slowly over to where I'm lying. "We just lost our virginities. I'd quite like to fall asleep cuddling you," I add, shuffling closer to him when he gets in bed on the opposite side.

"So you're not mad anymore?" Edward asks, wrapping his arm around me.

"A little. Next time, at least reply to my texts. But, I'll be over it soon. It's nice to know you care enough to get jealous," I tell him, snuggling into him.

Tired from everything that's happening tonight, I quickly fall asleep, all snuggled up with Edward.

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