Wow. The reviews on the last chapter were amazingggg.

Thanks!

And many thanks to fanfantanic396 for her song recommendations.
For this chapter, she recommended:

"Goodbye" by: Kesha, "Feels Like Rain" by: Kesha, and "Alone In This Bed" by: Framing Hanley

I don't like Kesha, but I was shocked as to how good her voice was in these songs. And the only song I had by Framing Hanley before this was the cover to Lil' Wayne's "Lollipop," so I'm glad she sent me this one. :)

I hope you guys like this chapter!

- JayBee

EPOV

I woke up in the middle of the night, shivering from…lack of covers. I looked over at Bella, who was wrapped up in the covers, sound asleep.

"Bells…" I whispered, not wanting to be too loud. I just wanted some of the covers back. "Bella!" I whispered a little louder, but still, no answer. I got up and threw on a pair of boxers before
going downstairs to get some water. I'll just take the covers from the other bed when I get back.

I turned on the kitchen lights and squinted against the bright lights before dimming them. I got some water and sat at the island, thinking some things through. I looked around the kitchen,
into the foyer, and into the living room. I never realized how much I loved this house. I felt guilty thinking that it took me being in rehab for four months to realize how much I loved this place.
I shuddered at the thought of going back to that place. Never again.

I let out a yawn and downed the rest of the water and put the glass in the sink before getting up to go back to bed. This wasn't the time to think things through. I was too tired.

I locked my door as soon as I got in my room. Bella would die of embarrassment if anyone walked in and saw her naked. I turned to look at her and took in her naked form – her back a silvery
white from the glow of the moon, her body moving subtly with each breath she took. She was stunning. I wish she would let me look at her this way when she wasn't sleeping. I wish she
wouldn't be self-conscious whenever I stared at her, but even that – even being self-conscious – made her adorable.

She was lying down on her side, hugging my pillow to her chest. I walked over to the bed and picked the covers up from the floor. The only problem now was that there was no room for me
on the bed. I let out a small sigh. There was barely enough room on the bed for Bella and me.

Bella, me, and a pillow? No chance. Not unless the pillows were under our heads.

I pulled gently at the pillow, only to have her clutch it tighter.

"Edward…" she mumbled and buried her face into the pillow.

"Bella, I'm right here. Let me have my pillow." I made sure to keep my voice low and tugged at the pillow a little harder.

"Don't go…" She pulled the pillow tighter into her chest, and mumbled something else I didn't understand.

"Bells, that's not me. I'm not going anywhere." I tried pulling the pillow away a few more times and gave up. She wasn't letting go. I draped the covers over her and went sleep in the other bed.

Stupid bed. There wasn't even a pillow on it because both pillows were with Bella.

I told myself to shut up and be thankful it wasn't like the bed at the clinic. I crawled under the covers and tried to go to sleep, with no avail. I tossed and turned for a while, finally laying
down on my stomach and turning my head toward the closet. I rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes, forcing myself to sleep.

I don't know how long I laid there that way, but I opened my eyes when I heard Bella gasp.

"Edward?" She sounded frantic, and I turned my head to see her sitting on the bed, looking around the room.

"Right here, baby."

She rubbed her eyes before grabbing the pillows and coming over to the bed. She put one pillow under my head before lying down behind me and wrapping her arm around me. I reveled
in the feel of her warm body against mine. I wish I had told her to stay on my bed and went next to her instead, but I didn't mind sleeping here – as uncomfortable as this freaking bed
was – if she was here with me.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of food and the familiar voices of my family talking downstairs. I checked the time. 10:17. Bella was gone, and I waited to hear her voice before
turning over and going back to sleep.

When I woke up a second time, the smell of food was gone, and the voices had changed. I checked the time. 11:34. I prayed to God we didn't have visitors as I stood up and went to the bathroom.

I walked halfway down the stairs and held the handrail for leverage as I crouched down to see if anyone was here. Just my dad watching TV. The voices were coming from the TV, and I
walked the rest of the way down, relieved. I went over to the window and pushed the curtain to the side to look at the sheet of white that covered everything outside.

"Good morning, dad."

"Good morning. There's French toast in the kitchen." He smiled up at me before turning back to the TV.

I walked into the kitchen and was shocked to see my bother there. I didn't know he was coming this early. He was leaning against the sink, eating something as the girls were talking
amongst themselves by the island.

"Hey!" I couldn't help but laugh as his eyes went wide and food sputtered out of his mouth. We hugged before he pulled back to look at me. "So? How was it?"

I rolled my eyes and let out a small laugh. "The time of my life."

"Any hot chicks?"

I grabbed a plate before taking a slice of French toast and leaning against the sink next to Emmett. "Yeah. All of them. Smoking hot."

"Hey! I'm right here!"

I let out a small laugh at Bella's reaction. "I'm just kidding, babe."

"You better be," she joked before turning back to my mom and sister.

Emmett leaned in toward me and spoke in a hushed voice. "Seriously, though. Were there any hot girls?"

I rolled my eyes again and took a step away from him. "I don't know. I wasn't paying attention to the girls." I was too busy going through withdrawals and feeling like I was slowly dying.

I was full after the first two slices of French toast, but I ate two more. They were so good. I turned to wash my hands and caught Alice's eye when I turned back. I cocked an eyebrow at
her when she looked away and laughed. She mumbled something to Bella, who looked at me before laughing as well. What the hell?

"What?"

Alice looked at me again, pointing to my head. "Your hair."

I ran my hands through my hair, wincing in pain when my fingers got caught in the knots. I gave up and pulled my hands away. Whatever.

Everyone went into the living room, leaving Bella and me alone. She put the leftover food in the fridge and hoisted herself up on the counter next to the sink. I went to stand between
her legs and placed my hands on her hips. I noted her hipbones jutting out more than usual, but again, I didn't say anything.

It would take me a while to get used to her weight loss, but I hoped she would gain weight before I had the chance to get used to her being this way. I didn't like seeing her this way. I never
liked any of my girlfriends to be this skinny, but it really killed me to see Bella like this – practically all skin and bones.

I cradled her cheek in my hand and swiped my thumb over her bottom lip before leaning in to kiss her softly. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, just as it had the first time I'd kissed
her on my bed. God, I was so nervous that day – like I was twelve years old again, kissing a girl for the first time.

I smiled against Bella's lips and let out a small laugh.

She pulled back to look at me. "What?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking about our first kiss."

She looked confused. "That wasn't a funny day. That was the day after…you carried me home. And I'm still sorry I pushed you away when you kissed me that day. You just took me by surprise."

"It's okay. It's in the past. And it's no big deal."

She still looked sad, but I didn't understand why something small from such a long time ago bothered her. "No."

"Bella, I'm serious. It's okay."

"No. Edward, I have to tell you something."

"Okay. Tell me." She shook her head. Huh? "Bells, tell me."

"I'll tell you later."

"Bella, if something's bothering you, please tell me."

"I'll just tell you later. It'll be better if I tell you later."

O…kay? "Alright, but you're gonna tell me."

"I know. I will."

What could be bothering her so much about that night? I wanted her to tell me, but as long as she would tell me later, it was fine. Should I change the subject? She looks so
sad. "So…I know it wasn't funny, but I was so nervous. Thinking back to it, it seems so silly."

"You're silly."

I nuzzled her neck before kissing the spot behind her ear. "You're silly."

She giggled before letting out a soft sigh. "You're adorable."

I laid my head on her shoulder for a few minutes before pulling back and running a hand through her hair. "I can't explain to you how much I missed you."

"I know. I missed you too." She ran her hands over my bare chest, making me shiver. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Always?"

"Always."

She gave me a once over as she wrapped her arms around my waist. "You're not cold?"

I shook my head. "No. My feet are, though."

"What are you doing today?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. Getting my hair cut, I guess."

"Don't get it cut yet." She ran her hands through my hair and eased out all the knots.

I raised a brow and smirked down at her. "Says the girl who was laughing at my hair."

I watched as a blush crept up on her cheeks, and just like that, her head dropped down – and just like that, I held her chin in my hand and tilted her head up.

She smiled slyly. "I'm sorry! But Alice said you looked like Medusa and I couldn't help it."

"Medusa? So why haven't you turned to stone yet?"

"Because your hair was so unkempt that it kept getting in the way of your gaze."

"Ohhh! Look at you with your jokes and big SAT words!"

"Yupp."

"Apologize."

"Nope." She popped the 'p' at the end of the word and crossed her arms.

I threw my head back in mock laughter before looking at her with a straight face. "Oh, you're gonna get it."

My fingers danced at her sides before I tickled her repeatedly, making her she shriek. She began to laugh, begging me to stop. I stepped in closer to make sure she wouldn't fall off the
counter, but I didn't let up my tickling. "Say you're sorry."

"Never!" She tried to push my hands away, but I continued. I brought my hands under her shirt to tickle her without any barriers. "Edward!...Stop!"

"Say you're sorry."

"No!"

"Okay. Your call." I continued my tickling. I know she'd give up eventually.

"Okay! Okay, I'm sorry!"

I stopped tickling her and rested my hands on her hips under her shirt. "So…why don't you want me to get my hair cut?" I knew the reason why, but I wanted to hear her say it.

She shrugged. "Because."

"Why?"

"Because I wanna try it out."

Um…what? "Huh?" I thought she was just going to say she likes it.

"I want –" she tugged hard on my hair, drawing out an involuntary groan from me "– to try it out."

Then, it dawned on me. I knew what she wanted. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Give me a sec."

I ran upstairs and threw on a hoodie and sweatpants, grabbing Bella's coat and keys before running back into the kitchen. Bella was still sitting on the counter, talking to Alice.

I walked over to them and held Bella's hand, pulling her off the counter and putting her coat on her. "Come on." I cut Alice off, but I didn't care at the moment. She was blabbering about
someone sleeping with someone else, blah blah blah. I was already worked up, and all I cared about was giving Bella what she wanted – and what I needed.

"Edward, we're talking."

I turned to Alice. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. We'll be back soon. You can talk then." She questioned Bella with her eyes, to which Bella just shrugged.

I pulled Bella through the living room, through the foyer, and up to the front door, only stopping when I heard my mom's voice coming from the living room. "Where are you kids off to in such a hurry?"

Uh…Think quickly, Edward. "Bella has to show me something!"

Bella tugged my hand to get my attention. "What?"

I looked down at her pleadingly and brought a finger up to my lips. "Shhh."

"Alright. Be back in time for dinner."

"Okay, we will be. Bye."

I shoved my feet in my sneakers before stepping out and closing the door quickly behind us.

"Edward, where are we going?"

"Is your dad home?"

"No."

"Then we're going to your house."

"I don't have my key."

"I got it."

I cursed under my breath when some snow got into my shoe. My bare feet were stinging from the cold, but I'd be in a heated home soon.

"Why are we going to my house?"

"So you can try it out."

"Try what out?"

"My hair."

"Now?"

"I have to get my hair cut today, because I'm going into work tomorrow and I can't go with my hair looking like this."

"They're already making you work? But you just got back."

"Yeah, but I can't complain. I'm lucky I didn't get fired."

We finally got to her house, rushing inside and running upstairs.

I locked her bedroom door as soon as we got inside, and thanked God she was taking her clothes off as hurriedly as I was.

I picked her up and held her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I felt her juices against my stomach as she ground against me. She was dripping wet, ready
for me, and I couldn't be happier about it. I wouldn't have made it through foreplay.

I lowered her a little bit and grabbed my cock, rubbing up and down her slit a few times before thrusting in. We moaned in unison, grinding against each other in earnest.

"Oh, fuck….Edward…fuck…"

I couldn't help the series of moans that spilled from my mouth. The way she was pushing against me, meeting each of my thrusts with her own, the way she cursed, the way she pulled my hair.

"Ughhh…shit…you feel so fucking…good…Bella…" A growl erupted from my mouth, and Bella leaned forward to bite my bottom lip.

She was so tight…always so tight. She felt fucking amazing.

I felt her clench around my cock and her thrusts became erratic. I put one hand on the wall next to her head and held her up with the other as my own thrusts became more frantic.

She pulled my hair even harder, wrapping whatever she could around her fingers. She tangled her hands in my hair, scratched my scalp, and pulled even harder.

I felt myself twitch against her inner walls and dropped my head down, resting it against the crook of her neck. I breathed in her scent and pushed into her a few more times, my hips
jerking on their own accord.

I grunted with each thrust and felt the heat spread through my body as I finally spilled into her. She gasped before letting out a long moan and reaching her own climax.

We collapsed onto the floor, panting, our legs were entangled as Bella leaned against the wall and I laid my forehead on her shoulder.

I slid down her body after we had a few minutes to come down from our high.

I licked each of her breasts and kissed down her stomach. I licked around her belly button before placing a kiss on her glistening lips. She was still so wet, still ready.

I lapped at her juices, moaning at the sweet taste. She moaned above me, intertwining her hands in my hair again.

"Baby…Edward…don't stop…"

I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue before drawing circles around it. She writhed in my face, encouraging me even more. I darted my tongue inside her, noting that she tasted
different. Did I taste myself mixed with her fluids?

Even still, she tasted delicious.

I pulled back and averted my eyes up to look at her. She looked absolutely beautiful with her hair spilling over her shoulders and her cheeks stained with her blush.

I brought my head back down and her hands automatically went to the back of my head again. I alternated between nibbling on her clit and licking up and down her slit.

She let out a long sigh, which turned into a long moan. I put my hand on her stomach and rubbed her skin in circles as her stomach clenched.

"Edward…I'm…ungh…I'm…"

She came on my tongue, and I eagerly drank everything she had to offer.

I sat up, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek.

"Thank you."

"It was my pleasure." It honestly was. I could pleasure her for the rest of my life and be happy about it.

"I love you." She kissed my forehead.

"I love you, too."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before Bella spoke up. "I love that you still wear your watch, even when you're completely naked."

I let out a small laugh. "I always wear it."

"I know." She smiled at me and tucked some of my hair behind my ear. "We should get back. You guys have company coming over tonight."

I made a face and groaned. "Why? Who?"

"Jasper, Rosalie, and their parents. And they're coming because they want to see you."

"Well, I don't wanna see anyone."

"Edward!"

"What?"

"They're coming just for you."

I shrugged. I didn't care. I didn't want to see anyone.

"Why don't you want to see anyone?"

"I don't know. I just don't."

"Are you embarrassed?"

"No." Honestly, I wasn't. I just didn't want to be around people.

"Then why?"

I shrugged again. "I seriously don't know."

"Is it something that happened at the clinic?"

"No. Why would it be?"

"Because you weren't like this before."

"So? People change." I saw a hurt look flash across her features and regretted the tone of voice I was speaking in. "I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything in response. She just pulled me closer and laid her head against my chest. I didn't want to tell her anything specific that had happened at the clinic, only
because I didn't want to be a burden with my depressing stories.

But I knew she'd want me to tell her, and I guess I could tell her something small. Something that wasn't really about me, but at the same time, affected me.

"You know why they took him away?"

"Who?"

"They took him to the basement. She said it was because he tried to kill himself."

"Who tried to kill himself?"

"We're not allowed to close our doors there. But he did. He closed his door, and a nurse opened his door to remind him he had to keep it open. And he was already hanging from the
rope, convulsing. She saved him, though." She saved him, so it's okay. He didn't die. "And you know why he tried to hang himself?" I don't know if Bella asked why or if I imagined it, but
I continued anyway. "Because he said that a voice told him that if he didn't take his own life, then Cat and Dog would die. And he didn't want them to die. He loved them." I realized I was
crying when I felt Bella wiping away my tears. "He loved them as much as I love you." He was willing to give his life up for them, just like I would do for Bella. In a heartbeat. "But they're
not real. They're not real, but you are." No, that was wrong. "No, I mean…no. They're real to him, just as you're real to me. But you're real to other people, too. Everyone there says he's
crazy because he can see and hear things that no one else can. I wish I knew what Cat and Dog looked like. But I couldn't ask him what they looked like, because he thought I could see
them, too. I couldn't ask anyone else because no one knew what they looked like."

She took my hands in hers and squeezed them lovingly as I continued. "And then when he asked me to help him – I mean, he begged me to help him – because he thought I could see
them…I couldn't help him. Because I lied to him from the very beginning. I pretended I could see them. I wish more than anything that I could make them real. I wish they were real. Then
he wouldn't still be in that hell hole, and they wouldn't be tying him down to control him. And then he would just have to deal with the heroin problem, not both problems at the same time.
And maybe we would have left that place at the same time and then you could meet him and we could all hang out." But he's still in there. I didn't even get to say bye to him. I never saw
him after that day they took him down to the basement, but I hope he knows that I waited for him to come back up every day. "Does it make me selfish that sometimes wish I could be the
only one to see you so I don't have to share you with anyone?"

"Edward."

I didn't even realize I was talking to my crotch until Bella said my name. I picked my head up to look at her. "Yeah."

She hugged me tightly, wrapping her arms around my neck. "No, baby. It doesn't make you selfish. And I'm sure he's okay now, Edward. Sometimes people have to lie to make others
feel better. Don't hold yourself responsible. If it was easy to help him, he wouldn't have been there."

"I wanted to help him, Bells. So badly. But I couldn't."

"Just like I couldn't help you."

My heart plunged into my stomach. "That wasn't your fault."

"And this isn't yours."

We sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"Bella, I'm scared."

"Of what? The worst is over."

No, it isn't. "They said the relapse rate is always high. But I don't wanna relapse. I don't wanna see that look on your face or my family's face again. I don't wanna go back there."

"You're not going to relapse. We're just gonna take it one day at a time."

"But they said even if it doesn't happen now, it can happen in five or ten years."

"I promise you I won't let it happen." I don't know why, but I believed her. As much as I knew she couldn't control it, I believed her. "Do you wanna head back before they start worrying?"

"Yeah." I nodded and wiped my nose before standing up and pulling her up with me.

We got dressed and headed back to my house, walking slowly along the sidewalk.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder. "Bells."

"Yeah, baby."

"Please don't tell anyone." She squeezed my arm reassuringly, and I kissed her cheek, silently thanking her for everything. "So did you talk to anyone about your mom?"

Maybe if I brought it up nonchalantly, she wouldn't mind talking about it.

"No. Well, I spoke to my dad, but that's it."

"Did it help?"

"I don't know. I still miss her."

"We can share my mom."

She would always miss her mom, and it killed me to know that was something I couldn't change.

She turned her head the side and brushed her lips against mine before kissing me slowly. I stopped walking and held her close to my body. She pulled away after a few seconds and
brushed her lips against mine again. I leaned in, only to have her pull her head back. I leaned in again, and all she did was ghost her lips over mine before pulling back and walking again.

"Tease."

She giggled as we walked up to the door and went inside.

I finally went to get my haircut, and of course Tony commented on how skinny I had gotten. I don't know how he heard about it, but he knew where I had gone. I got my usual haircut and
thanked him for not charging me extra because my hair had grown so much.

I finally got back home and Bella and I lounged around in my room until everyone came over for dinner.

"I don't wanna go downstairs." I lay down on my bed and she lay down on top of me.

"Edward, we have to greet them."

"Let's just stay here."

"We can come back upstairs after we say hi."

"I don't feel like being around people right now."

"I'm a person."

I squeezed her hip. "You don't count."

"Hey!"

"I mean, yeah, you're a person, but you don't count. You're Bella."

She grabbed my hand and tried to pull me up, but I didn't budge. "Come onnnnn."

"What were you gonna tell me earlier?"

"When?"

"When we were in the kitchen. You were gonna tell me something about the night we first kissed."

"Stop trying to change the subject and come downstairs."

"I'll go if you tell me."

"I'll tell you later."

"Do you promise?" She dropped my hand and looked at me. "Bella, promise me."

"I promise."

We finally went downstairs and greet everyone. I seriously didn't want to see anyone, but I was glad they didn't ask any questions about my stay at the clinic or comment on how much
weight I had lost. After dinner, I just wanted to go to my room with Bella. Not to have sex, not to do anything like that. I just didn't feel comfortable around Jasper and Rosalie. I felt guilty
for thinking that, but I didn't feel comfortable around anyone but my family.

But somehow, Bella talked me into hanging out in Emmett's room with the rest of them. We decided to play Truth or Dare, and I prayed to God no one would ask me anything about the clinic.

All six of us sat on the floor in a circle, with Bella sitting in my lap.

Everyone talked and joked around for a few minutes, and Bella turned to look at me.

"Babe."

"Hmm?" I looked down at her.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"I don't know." I just shrugged it off, because really, I didn't know why I was being so quiet. I just didn't feel like talking.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

She turned back around, and we finally began the game.

Emmett went first. "Okay. I'm gonna ask…Alice. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Alright…Who in this room… do you think would be the worst date?"

She let out a laugh before answering. "That's easy. You!"

"Hey! I'm not that bad! Babe, am I that bad?" Emmett turned to Rosalie, who nodded.

Everyone laughed, and Rosalie ended up apologizing to Emmett.

Now it was Alice's turn.

"Edward, truth or dare?"

Easy peazy lemon squeezy. "Dare."

"I'll be back." She got up and ran downstairs, coming back a few minutes later with a cup of…please be sugar.

"I dare you to eat this salt. All of it."

"Are you kidding me? That's half a cup!"

"Be happy it's not a full cup."

I held my nose and took the glass form her.

"No holding your nose."

Ugh. I told myself to relax and began drinking…eating?…the salt. I gagged after my first gulp, and forced the rest of it down. My eyes were tearing at the taste, and I heard everyone
making disgusted sounds.

I finished it all and put the glass down, wishing I had some water.

"Oh, my God. That was fucking disgusting. Okay…Rosalie. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

I thought for a few seconds. It had to be something good, but I didn't want to do something like make her make out with someone. "Okay, I got it. I'll be right back." I ran down to the
kitchen and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge, laughing to myself when I remembered what Bella and I had used it for last night. I got back to the room and handed
Rosalie the can. "I dare you to cover Jasper's foot in whipped cream and lick it off."

She made a disgusted face and looked over at Jasper. "Um…can I do Emmett's foot?"

"Nope. Jasper." I pulled Bella back onto my lap and watched along with everyone else.

I thought she would back out of it, but wow. I give her credit for doing it. She licked his foot clean, and Bella and Alice gagged. Em, Jasper, and I were cracking up, but I think Jasper was
laughing because he was ticklish.

"Edward, I'm never choosing a dare from you again."

I laughed and shrugged. It wasn't that harsh of a dare.

"Alright, my turn. Bella, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Um…have you ever cheated on any of your boyfriends?"

Easy. I already knew the answer.

Bella let out a fake laugh, and my heart sank to my stomach when I heard her answer.

"No."

What?

She was lying.

Didn't anyone notice? It was so obvious.

I thought the answer would be no. It should have been no. She had never cheated on any of her boyfriends.

But the answer was yes.

So it was…me.

I didn't know if I was having a panic attack or if my heart was just breaking into a million little pieces, but it suddenly became hard to breathe.

The game continued, and I was glad no one noticed.

I slid Bella off my lap slowly and moved over, away from her. I didn't want to make a scene, so whenever it was my turn, I just said I couldn't think of anything to say.

BPOV

No.

He knows.

He knows I lied.

He knows it was him.

I felt his eyes bore into me for the rest of the game, but I didn't dare look at him.

I wanted to crawl back into his lap, but how could I? He had pushed me off.

I had wanted to tell him myself.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

He wasn't supposed to find out through a game.

After the game, I knew I had to leave. I couldn't be here anymore, but I didn't want to leave Edward. I wondered if he would tell me to stay, so I said goodnight to everyone. Alice told me
not to go so soon, but really, I had to. That was clear. Edward was talking to Jasper, and he didn't even look my way.

Everyone said bye, except for him. He just waited for everyone to say good night to me and continued his conversation with Jasper.

My dad was home, but I didn't feel like sitting with him.

I just went up to my room and lay down on my bed. I wish I could just go to sleep and forget all of this. But I wasn't sleepy at all.

An hour later, I heard my dad coming upstairs, and prepared myself to see him when he came to say good night. I couldn't look or sound sad. He'd pick up on it in a second.

When I heard the soft click of my door opening, I decided to just close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

I heard him sit on my chair and wondered why he didn't just leave.

"Get up. I know you're not sleeping."

My eyes hot open at Edward's voice.

I sat up, not knowing what to say. "I'm –"

"Who was it?" His voice sounded raw and cold. I didn't know how to react to it.

"Who?"

"What the fuck do you mean, 'who'? Who did you cheat on me with?"

I stayed silent. I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

"Just tell me so we can move on with our lives."

Did that mean he was going to forgive me? "It was Jacob."

He leaned in. "Who? Speak up."

"Jacob."

He sat back and put his hands over his face before standing up quickly and nodding. "Okay."

He walked over to the door and turned the handle.

"No, let me explain!"

"No need to explain."

"I love you." I didn't know what that was supposed to do, but I had to tell him.

He stopped and turned his head. "Yeah, me too."

What does that mean? 'Me too.' What was I supposed to make of that? I'd never gotten that response from him to an 'I love you' before.

"Always?" At least I could make some sense of his answer to that.

"Bye."

And just like that, he opened my door and left. No anger. No sorrow. No 'I love you.' No 'Always.'

Why do you think Edward showed no emotion when Bella told her ? He didn't seem sad, but he didn't flip out the way he usually does. It just seems as if he doesn't really care
I feel bad for Bella, but I feel even worse for Edward. I can't imagine h

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