The song for this chapter is "The Fiction We Live" by From Autumn to Ashes.

I just think it fits really well with the end of this chapter; especially the line, "The thing is, I'm not worth the sorrow."
Also, it's one of my favorite songs. It's actually his (the singer's) answer to the song "Autumn's Monolgue," so give both of them a listen.
They're amazing. (:

Glenis and Claire, thanks for your ideas!
Thanks for the reviews, guys. Keep 'em coming! And thank you for letting me know about the mistakes I make! Haha

- JayBee

EPOV

"Shut up, Edward."

What the hell just happened? Was Bella mad because I told her I needed time alone?

I wondered how long she had been crying out here, and my heart clenched when I realized that she hadn't left after I told her I needed some time. That was thirty minutes ago.
Had she been crying that entire time? I wish I'd heard her crying, but she hadn't even made a sound. Even now, she was crying silently. Had I heard her, I would've let her in my
room immediately.

I reached a hand out toward her and pulled it back when she jerked away again.

With the way she told me to shut up, I thought twice about speaking again. But she wasn't saying anything, and I couldn't keep quiet.

It hurt me that she pulled away from me twice, but even though she wouldn't look at me, I didn't avert my eyes from the top of her head, the only thing I could see that was closest
to her face. "Bells, why are you…what happened?" She didn't answer me, but she didn't interrupt me either, so I continued. "I'm sorry that I didn't let you in. I just…" I didn't know
what to say. I couldn't tell her that I didn't want her in there with me at the time. "I just…needed time." I felt like an idiot reiterating the same thing I'd said before.

I couldn't believe this was happening right now. We hadn't been dating long, but ever since our relationship began, I haven't seen her cry once. I was glad that she hadn't cried, because
sometimes – God, it was too much. Yes, it broke my heart to see her cry, and yes, I'll admit that I've cried once or twice, but at times, I just wanted to tell her that I'd had enough with
her crying about almost everything.

I honestly don't think I could tell her that, though. It would hurt her, and hurting her was the last thing I wanted to do. Besides that fact, sometimes her crying affected me to the point
where I would feel like crying, and she knew that. Telling her that her crying annoyed me would probably make her think I…I don't know. It would probably make her think I didn't care.

When I heard her voice, I was relieved that it didn't sound menacing. "I heard you the first two times you said you needed time. But that's not why."

"That's not why what?"

She finally looked up, her face blotchy and her eyes puffy. "I'm not crying because you didn't let me in."

I kept my voice soft. I didn't want her to think I was chastising her or anything like that. "Then…why?"

Emmett came up the stairs then, and just stared at us with a confused look on his face, pointing toward his room. "Um…I'll…"

I looked up at him as Bella dropped her head down lower than it was before. "Leave."

He just nodded his head, and I was glad he didn't ask what had happened. "Uh…yeah. Okay." He squeezed past Bella and the staircase, and went straight to his room, shutting the door.

I reached for Bella's wrists and was glad she didn't pull away. "Come on. Get up." She complied as I pulled her up and lead her into my room.

I sat against the headboard of my bed, and surprisingly, she sat on the floor.

"Uh…Bella." I furrowed my brows and gestured toward the empty space in front of me on my bed. …And she sat on the bed next to mine. I wasn't even going to bother asking her why she
sat there. "Why were you crying?"

"Are you seeing a girl behind my back?"

I felt my eyes get wide, but I couldn't help it. Where the fuck did that come from? "What?"

"Is it Ashley?"

"What?" What the fuck…

"Yes. Or. No?"

I didn't even know what to say! This was so out of the fucking blue. "Bella –"

She shrieked and I jumped, not expecting it. "Just answer the fucking question!"

"No! No, okay? I'm not cheating on you! Is that why you were crying? What is this even – Where is this coming from?"

Her lips were pulled into a tight line, and when her face went from that apparent anger to a face of sorrow, I felt my heart clench again.

She actually thought I was cheating on her. I could never.

"When you go to hang out with Jasper…are you hanging out with Jasper…or…you know…a girl?"

My eyes went wide again as I realized what she was thinking. I went to sit next to her. "No. No! Bella, I'm not seeing anyone behind your back. I swear on everything I have, I'm
cheating on you. I –"

"Then why were your pupils dilated?"

"Huh?"

"Why were your pupils dilated? I mean…" She sighed. "They only dilate that much when you're turned on. And I wasn't here…"

I had to laugh. "Baby, I don't need someone with me to get turned on. If I just think of you and…the things you do…that's enough to get me worked up."

She blushed at that, which was what I expected. I loved it, but honestly, it always surprised me. When we were just friends and she would blush, I thought it was because she might
be conserved, but she wasn't at all! Her blush amazed me only because sometimes, she was so…controlling and aggressive. But only when we did anything sexual, which just made
those experiences even more special.

I wanted to answer her questions, but I knew I had to word my answers carefully.

"Bells, no matter what happens, you need to know that I would never even think of –"

"Why haven't I ever met Jasper?"

Holy hell. I don't understand why the hell she would cut me off when I'm trying to explain things to her! I know I've said this before, but she was the only person who could get me
from sad to mad so quickly. In this case, I went back and forth more than once or twice.

I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, but to make my point, I quicky grabbed her wrists and held them in place next to her face, bringing my face close to hers and staring into
her eyes. She didn't show any signs of fear, and I was glad. I didn't want her to be afraid of me. I just wanted her to listen intently. And to stop interrupting me.

I stared at her hard to show her I was serious. I knew she wouldn't really get it in her head any other way.

"Listen to me, and listen to me well. I am not cheating on you, do you understand?" I waited a few seconds. "Answer me, Bella. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I am not, nor will I ever, cheat on you. I'd never even think of doing it." I waited a few seconds before continuing. "And you've never met Jasper, because: one, there hasn't really
been a chance for you guys to meet, and; two…" I was just going to come out with it. I didn't want to make up bullshit excuses anymore. "…I don't really want you to meet him.
He's not…good, Bella. He's not a good person. And I don't know if he'll be nice or mean to you. I don't wanna see him be mean to you or treat you badly. Well, I don't wanna see anyone
be mean to you or treat you badly. But –"

"You need to stop telling me who I can and can't –"

I gripped her wrists tighter in frustration, and loosened my grip when she immediately stopped talking. Again, I just wanted to get her attention. "Stop! Listen to me. Stop interrupting.
You're not letting me answer your questions." I waited two seconds and when she didn't say anything – thank God – I continued. "As I was saying…but you have a point in wanting to
meet him. Trust me when I say you're better off not knowing who he is. He's not a good person. The only reason I still see him is because I'm his friend. I can't just cut him out of my life.
That would be rude, wouldn't it? I know it's as if I keep telling you who you can and can't be friends with, but I swear, that's not what I'm trying to do. I just…feel overprotective." I finally
let her wrists go and when she rubbed them, I wondered if I'd hurt her.

I thought she might get mad at me feeling overprotective, so when she smiled, I was relieved.

"Why would you think I'd even look at another girl the way I look at you?"

She just shrugged, and I knew her answer would be because she didn't deserve me. It pissed me off just thinking about it. How could she think that? How? Not only was she the most beautiful
and smartest girl I knew, but she was the most amazing person I'd ever met. Even if just for a split second, I wanted her to be able to see what I saw every time I looked at her.

"Because…I don't throw myself at you like other girls do?"

I laughed lightly at what she said. Even though it came out as a question, I knew she didn't mean for it to. And I knew what she meant, even if she didn't say it word for word. She was talking
about us having sex, which we hadn't done yet. Even though she wasn't a virgin, I didn't want to push her into it. Other than that, I hadn't really put much thought into it. I mean, don't get me
wrong. I thought about doing it with Bella on so many occasions, but I always thought it would just happen whenever it would happen. No rush. We'd done everything besides have sex, and I
was honestly happy with the way things were.

Even though I knew what she was talking about, I wanted her to say it. I felt bad for finding this humorous, but it was so funny seeing her like this. Her blush was a dead giveaway of
what was going through her mind.

I cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Babe, you've thrown yourself at me a countless number of times."

"Edwaaard, you know what I mean."

"No, I don't think I do. I mean…hey, if you're worried about not throwing yourself at me, go right ahead. Throw yourself at me." I had a huge grin on my face, but she wasn't smiling at all.

"Edward." It sounded as if she was scolding a child, which just made this funnier.

I wiggled my eyebrows and cocked my head toward the other bed. "Bella."

I finally saw her smile, which turned into a small laugh. "Stop!"

I dropped my jaw in feigned shock. "Isabella Swan. Are you saying you don't wanna have your way with me on that bed over there?"

Her eyes got wide. "Edward."

I opened my eyes wide as well, just to tease her. "Bella."

"Stop!"

"You're aware that you're just repeating the same things over and over, right?"

She sighed. "I'm not saying I don't wanna have my way with you. I'm saying…"

She didn't finish her sentence, and I knew she'd be happy if I just said it for her. "You really think I would cheat on you because we haven't had sex?"

She shrugged again, and blushed even more. I knew what would come next, so I brought my hand forward and pushed her chin up before she dropped her head down all the way.

"Hey. Look at me. Do you really think that?"

"I guess. Yeah."

"Bells, we've only been dating for a couple of weeks. That's not a very long time. We don't have to have sex. It'll happen whenever it happens. I'm happy with the things we do for now.
I'm not complaining."

She was looking at me like I was crazy or something. "So…you don't wanna have sex?"

Whoaaa, where did she get that idea? "What? That is not what I said. I definitely do. Especially with you. I don't want you to get worked up over it, though. Like I said, it'll happen when
it does. And it'll be amazing. We'll make it amazing." I gave her a kiss on her forehead, then on her lips. "Okay?"

I saw small smile playing on her lips as she nodded. "Yeah."

I looked down at Bella's jersey and – fuck! – I completely forgot about the game. I knew we still had enough time to get there, but I wondered if Bella even wanted to go anymore. I was
excited about seeing this game in person, so I hoped she still wanted to go.

I checked the time. 5:30. We had an hour and a half. Bella turned her head to follow my gaze and turned back to me.

"Let's –"

"Bella, if you don't feel like going to the game anymore, we don't –"

"I do! I was just gonna say let's get going. Do you not wanna go because you know we're gonna sweep the floor with the Rangers?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Just so you know, you're not funny. Now get your tushy off the bed. We're going whether you want to or not."

I held her hand and stood up, pulling her along. She pulled me back as I began walking out of my room, forcing me to turn around.

"Yeah?"

She giggled. "Tushy?"

I stepped forward and closed the small space between us, leaning into her and bringing my hands around her to grab her butt.

"Yeah. Tiny. Tushy." I emphasized each word with a squeeze, and she squealed.

"Tiny?"

I shrugged. "Yeah." The truth was, Bella had a perfect ass. It was nowhere near tiny, but I just wanted to bust her chops.

She looked down at my crotch. "Pfft. I'd rather have a tiny tushy than be a guy with a teeny weenie."

What? "Bella, I know you're not talking about me."

"Who else?"

My face fell. "Take it back."

She pretended to think it over. "Um…nah….I don't think I'm going to."

I couldn't believe this girl. Even after all these years, there were things she did and said that surprised me. No one had ever called my dick small before! And she did it twice already!
I knew it was a joke, but it bruised my ego, especially coming from Bella.

With my hands in their previous positions, I thrust my hips forward and up, smiling smugly when she whimpered and closed her eyes.

"Take it back, Bella." I pushed her a few inches back until she was against the wall and grabbed her calf, wrapping her leg around my waist and thrusting my hips again as I
spoke. "Now." I wasn't hard, but I wasn't fucking small, and I wanted to make my point.

She turned red. "Okay. Okay, it's not teeny. At all." She smiled, and her blush faded a bit. I knew she was trying to regain her composure. "Eddie is actually very…huge."

She mumbled the last part, and even though I heard her, I wanted to hear it again. "I'm sorry. What was that?"

She gave me a seductive look. She knew that shit drove me insane. "You, Mr. Cullen, have a very big cock."

Fuck, I loved hearing her say shit like that. I knew she was trying to gain control, and I wasn't going to let her, so I laughed. "I'm sorry. I didn't get that. One more time?"

"Alright, don't press your luck."

I smiled and backed off a bit, gratified. "Well, you, Miss Swan, have an exceptional ass." I slapped her butt and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

The game was in New Jersey, at the Prudential Center. You'd expect there to be more Devils fans than Rangers fans, but as always, there were just as much Rangers fans as Devils fans.
I loved it. I fed off of the other fans' energy, and I knew they did the same.

People were staring at us, but we were used to it. It was bad enough when a fan of one team was walking and laughing with a fan of the other team, but on top of that, we were holding
hands and occasionally giving each other a kiss. In a way, it reminded me of the times people would say we were dating when we were just friends. We just couldn't let it phase us, and
we didn't – for the most part.

I got a Philly cheese steak for myself and chicken tenders and fries for Bella, and we found are seats.

"Edward, these seats are so close to the ice!" I was so glad she was happy. She grabbed my chin and pulled my face to hers, giving me a kiss on the cheek as I laughed.

"I hope you have fun, baby."

By the time the game began, I'd already finished my cheese steak, and Bella's fries were looking good. Food at sports events weren't amazing, but food was food. I reached my hand
over and took one of her fries, shoving it in my mouth before she could snatch it away.

"Edward!"

I knew she wasn't really mad, but it was funny seeing her reaction.

I laughed and took another one. She slapped my hand this time. "Stop! You finished your food. Let me eat mine." She turned her body away from me and continued eating.

I leaned over and tapped her shoulder. "Uh…Bells?" When she turned toward me, I quickly reached over and grabbed another one, quickly eating it and rubbing my stomach. "Oh, man. Delicious."

She stomped her foot on the ground and I started cracking up. I turned around when I felt a tap on my back and heard some guy call me by the name on my jersey.

"Hey, Drury. Are you fucking deaf? She said not to take any of her damn fries."

He looked at Bella as I looked down at his jersey. Fucking Devils fan. I obviously hadn't made it clear enough that the only Devils fan who could say shit to me was the girl sitting next to me.

"You better shut the fuck up! If he wants a fucking fry, he can have one." Bella grabbed a fry and held it in front of my face as I took it in my mouth. She was so adorable. I loved watching
her when she got worked up over things like this. She turned back toward the ice and I stared at the guy, chewing slowly to rub it in his face. Was he serious? Why the hell would he
even get into my situation with Bella?

He shook his head and snorted. "Yeah. Let your bitch speak for you."

Oh, motherfu –

I shoved myself out of my seat before I even knew what I was doing. I stood in front of his seat and towered over him. It was obvious by the look on his face that he hadn't expected me
to do anything about what he'd just said. What a fucking asshole. I would have let it go if he'd just commented on Bella speaking for me. I was glad she said something to him. If she was
angry, it's good that she let it out. And this involved her in a way, so really, she could say whatever the hell she wanted to. And I loved it when she tried to act tough. But calling her a bitch?
Get the fuck out of here.

I grabbed the front of his jersey with both hands, pulling him forward a bit and looking him in the eyes. His eyes got wide and it was obvious that he was scared. Fucking scum. Before I
even had the chance to do or say anything, I felt someone pull at my sleeve and looked to my right. Bella was leaning over my empty seat, trying to pull me off, clearly with no avail. But with
one glance at her, and I loosened my grip on his jersey.

"Edward, please. Don't do anything. Let it go. It's okay." It was all I could do not to look away from her gaze and bash his brain in. "Please."

I quickly looked at the seats above ours, and everyone in our section was staring at me. Everyone else was cheering and yelling at the players. I shoved the guy back into his seat and sat
down. I'd gotten these tickets for Bella, and she would enjoy this game. I didn't need to ruin it by getting us kicked out.

Bella took my hand in hers. I stared at our hands and at the contrast of her red sleeve against my blue one in my lap. She squeezed my hand and I looked at her.

"Enjoy the game, baby. Please?"

I just nodded and looked out at the ice. I didn't want her to worry about me having a good time. I just wanted her to have a good time.

A few minutes later, she gave me her food, saying she said she wasn't hungry anymore. I took it, looking at the dumbass next to me. He didn't even turn his head. Good. Fucking douche.

There was a family sitting in front of us – two boys around the age of six or seven, and their parents. One of the boys was a Devils fan, and the other was a Rangers fan. They were
hilarious, always yelling at each other. The mom saw Bella and me laughing at them whenever they would hit and shove each other, and she turned around to talk to us.

"They're always like this, you know. One's also a Yankees fan and the other is a Red Sox fan." Oh, wow. That was too much! Their home must have been a madhouse. "Are you two
like that as well?"

Bella and I turned to each other, shaking our heads and turning back to her.

"We're both Yank fans. They must always be going at it!" I loved that these kids were rivals. It was so funny. Bella and I spoke to the boys for a little while, and every time the Devils
scored, Evan would give Bella a high-five. I'd get a high-five from Blake whenever the Rangers would make a shot. Needless to say, Evan was the Devil fan, and Blake was the Ranger fan.

When we made our first goal, I turned to Bella and cheered. Let me tell you…what a big fucking mistake. She shoved her hand in my face and it seriously hurt, with her nails scratching
me. It took me by shock because she'd never done that before, and I swore to myself that I would never do that again.

The game was intense as always, and it was going well…

…Until there was only one minute left and we were losing 3-1.

Rangers fans began to leave, obviously not wanting to be here to see their team lose and see the Devils fans celebrate.

"Bells, can we please leave?"

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Are you insane?" And just like that, she turned back to the game.

I put my head in my hands and looked down at the floor. Anything to keep my mind away from the game. The floor looked sticky. I pressed my foot hard into the ground and picked
it up. It was sticky. I saw Bella's sneakers. And some pieces of food. And some gum.

I heard everyone begin cheering before the period was even over, and I looked up at Bella. Her hands were in the air, and she was jumping up and down, screaming at the top of her
lungs. …As was everyone else around us.

Bella finally turned around and gazed down at me with an apologetic look. I thought we were finally going to leave, but then she turned back around and started high-fiving the guy
next to her.

We finally left after a while, and everyone was honking their horns and blowing their air horns.

Soon, we'd be in the car, driving home and away from this place.

And as mad as I was about our loss, I was happy that Bella was enjoying herself.

"Babe! I wanna sit on your shoulders!"

Okay. I wasn't that happy.

I stopped and gave her a look. "Bella, I'm not helping you celebrate."

"Pleeease?" She pouted. Freaking pouted. She knew that thing worked like a charm.

I crouched down and she sat on my shoulders. I lifted her with ease as I spoke. "You swear that thing works, Bells." As I said, it worked like a charm…but I'd never admit that.

She mumbled something and before I could ask what she'd said, she started screaming again. People were booing at us, and most likely at her for being with me, but she didn't
seem to notice at all. If she did notice, she didn't show it, which I was happy about.

We finally got to my car, and I let her down, opening her door and then getting in myself.

"Finally. We can get the hell out of here." I sped out of the parking lot. I couldn't stand seeing red and white jerseys anymore. Holy shit.

"You guys still have a chance to make a comeback…"

Was that supposed to make me feel better? I just turned my head to look at her and turned back to the road.

"What? I'm just saying it's not over yet. I'm being positive for you."

"Thanks, but I don't need you to be positive for me." Besides the fact that I was with Bella, I really didn't see much to be positive about right now. I looked at her again and she was
looking down at her lap, most likely because I was speeding and she didn't want to watch the road.

"Well, apparently, you do. Killjoy. Party pooper. You're a wet blanket."

I laughed; she was calling me everything she could for being a bad sport. "Wet blanket?"

"Yeah. That's what you are. It's not my fault your team fucking sucks."

Alright, she wasn't really funny anymore. We didn't suck. "Uh…language?"

"Ohhh, I'm sorry, dad."

She didn't curse often, and it's not that I didn't want her using 'bad language' or whatever. Even when we were fighting, I actually found it hot, but it wasn't like Bella to curse – unless she
was really mad or something.

"Cut it out. I'm not trying to be like your dad, alright? And we don't 'fucking suck'."

She shrugged and smirked. "Rangers suck, Flyers swallow."

"You think you're funny, huh? How about Bella sucks, Bella swallows?"

I said it because I knew she hated swallowing. As hard as it was, whenever she was giving me head, I always had to warn her before I came. I understood that she didn't like it, but
when she was going down on me, it was so hard to focus on anything but what she was doing.

I couldn't see her blush in the dark, but I knew she was blushing, and I felt like I had won. I don't know what I was trying to win, and we weren't even trying to beat each other or
anything, but I just felt…victorious.

She shrugged. "Who knows? Someday, maybe."

Fuck. That would be hot. "Don't tease."

When we got home, I parked my car in front of Bella's house and began walking her to her door, when she stopped and turned to me at the walkway. The lamp post was behind her, and
her features seemed so soft from the dim light cast over her face. Her eyes looked almost black from the lack of light hitting them.

She put her hands on my arms and trailed them down, taking my hands in hers.

"Baby, thank you so much. Tonight was…perfect."

I winced. "Except for when you thought I was seeing someone behind your back."

She inched her face closer to mine, whispering her response. "We'll put that behind us."

"And also with the exception of me almost getting us kicked out of the arena."

She draped her arms around my neck and brought her face closer. I felt her breath on my lips when she spoke. "Well, that was kind of…hot…"

"Like you." I bent down and brushed my lips against hers slowly…once…twice…and then pressed my lips gently to hers. I felt her tongue press against my lower lip and opened my
mouth to give her access. We kissed softly, and I wound my hands in her hair as I pulled her face impossibly closer.

Bella took me by surprise when she bit my lower lip, and I moaned as I pulled back and looked at her playfully. "Ow."

"That didn't sound like it hurt."

I bent down and kissed her neck, one of my favorite parts of her body. I nipped at it with my teeth, and her hands went to my hair, as always.

Fuck, I loved that.

"Edward…" She breathed out my name, and I moaned in response, feeling the familiar warm sensation in my stomach. "Baby, don't leave a mark there. What am I gonna tell my dad?"

I pulled back hesitantly and looked as innocent as I could. "Vacuum?"

"Riiight. It attacked my neck." I chuckled when I imagined her telling that to Charlie. I didn't want to stop, but I knew I should. "Thank you so much for the bag too, Edward. I don't
know why you'd drop that much money on something like that. On a dumb bag."

I gave her a teasing look. "If it's dumb, I can return it. I don't wanna buy you something dumb."

"No! It's not dumb. It's perfect! I love it."

"Good. Enjoy using it."

We stood there for a few minutes, just staring at each other, when Bella broke the silence. "Edward?"

"Yeah, love."

"Why are you so…"

I cupped her cheek and rubbed it with my thumb. "What?"

"Perfect?"

Wow. Just…wow. I was nowhere near perfect, and it made me sad that she thought I was. I knew she wasn't looking for an answer. The question was rhetorical. "I'm…not. I have flaws."

"I don't see any. What's one flaw?"

I took a deep breath and let it out. I didn't know what to tell her. Not because I didn't have any flaws – trust me, I had many – but because I couldn't tell her the one thing I wanted to tell her.

I took a deep breath again. I guess I'd just tell her one of the simpler ones. "I…have a short temper."

She laughed. "That's nothing. And I told you…it was pretty sexy when you got mad at that guy today. Thank you…for sticking up for me like that."

"No need to thank me. Of course I'm gonna stick up for you. I would've beaten him into his seat if you hadn't told me to stop." I was glad she knew that I'd gotten mad because of what
he'd called her, not because he said she spoke for me.

She laughed again, and I realized that she still didn't understand the control she had over me. If she hadn't told me to let it go, I would've clobbered that guy, no matter who told me to stop.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head as she hugged me back. I rested my chin on her head and looked out at the houses behind her. I watched as a man and his
young son got out of their car and went into their home, closing the door behind them. My mind drifted to the two boys we saw at the game, and I laughed.

"What?"

"I was just thinking about Evan and Blake."

It took her a second to remember who I was talking about, and she giggled when she remembered. "They were adorable."

"Yeah. They were." I couldn't help but think that if Bella and I were to have children, they would be like Evan and Blake with the Devils and Rangers. I knew we'd just begun dating, so I didn't
want to say anything about it and scare her. It really was too soon to even think about things like that.

I didn't want to get ahead of myself, but honestly, I really did want that with Bella. A future, I mean. One that included marriage, kids, a house, and maybe a dog. A dog that would run around
our backyard with our kids. Two children would be nice. Maybe three. At least one daughter to be a daddy's girl and one son to play sports with. Or chess. Whatever he would want.

It scared me to think about things like this, but not when my Bella was in the picture.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt Bella shiver in my arms. I pulled my head back to look at her, rubbing my hands on her back. I wished that I could keep her warm so she wouldn't
have to go. I noticed for the first time that for a summer night, it was pretty chilly.

I didn't want to say what I was going to say next, but I had to. She was shaking. "Baby, you're cold. You should get inside."

She hugged me tighter and buried her face in my chest, mumbling her response. "No…I don't wanna leave."

I don't want you to leave either. I laughed. "Bells, I'm gonna see you tomorrow. We'll go out for breakfast."

She looked up at me. "I'll only go if I pay."

"That's fine. Then you can stay at home and I'll go."

She hit my chest, making me laugh again. "I'm paying."

"Ha, not a chance."

She looked genuinely sad, and I was shocked. I really didn't think it meant that much to her. I sighed. "Alright, baby. I'll tell you what…Let me take you out tomorrow, and you can take me
out another day."

"And…?"

"And you can pay for everything."

"And…?"

I thought for a few seconds. What else was there? "Um…" I blinked a few times, and then sighed. "Sorry, Bells. I don't know what to say."

She ran her hand through my hair and grabbed the short hair on the back of my head. This time I shivered, but it wasn't from the chilly weather. "You're so cute. I just wanted to see what
you would say. I don't want anything else." She leaned up and kissed my nose.

She shivered again, and keeping my arms around her, I got behind her and led her toward the door. "Come on. You're going inside."

She stopped walking, trying to stop me. Obviously, I just kept walking and she had no choice but to walk. Otherwise, she'd fall.

"Nice try."

She slapped my arm playfully. As we got to the door, she turned around and put her hands on the back of my neck, leaning up to kiss me as I leaned down.

"Thanks again, baby."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you had fun. You'll probably never hear this from me again, so listen closely." She gave me a confused look, and smiled when I spoke. "You guys played a good
game. And maybe this one time, you guys played more aggressively than we did. And maybe we didn't play hard enough. Just this one time."

"And the Rangers suck?"

Was that what I said? "No."

"I'll make you say it someday."

"Never. Ah, and maybe…I love you."

"Well, maybe I love you."

I gave her a chaste kiss and rubbed up and down her arms when she shivered again.

"Good night, Edward."

"Good night, baby."

After she turned and went inside, I began walking home.

When I walked in the front door, everyone was watching a movie, but instead of joining them, I went upstairs. I lied down on my bed, thinking about how lucky I'd been to ever meet someone
like her, and for the first time, I felt as if I was the one who didn't deserve someone as amazing as her.

I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter, because I feel like my story is getting boring.
And I don't want it to get boring!

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