SM owns. Unbeta'd.
Yep. This is THE chapter. Longest one yet! This is 1 yr after his last bday.
That time the shit hit the fan...
Music's loud as shit. But it's all good.
They're all here for me.
"Happy birthday, little brother!" Rose drunkenly throws her arms around me and squeezes the crap out of me. I'd be pissed if I wasn't pretty drunk myself.
All my friends are here, and right behind my sister I see her.
She's watching me, a small smile playing at her lips.
She so pretty.
After everyone else says their happy birthdays, there's a song with a danceable beat and I decide to make her laugh.
I make a show of sauntering over to her, showing off my best dance moves. I'm aware I'm making a damn fool of myself, but seeing her crack up at my antics is worth every second of humiliation.
As soon as I'm close enough my arms are wide open. She doesn't hesitate and practically jumps in my arms.
"Happy birthday, drunk boy!" She yells in my ear over the music.
We're smiling ear to ear at each other and I take her out to the dance floor.
"Where's Mike?"
"Couldn't make it. He sends his good wishes."
"Whatever. I only care that you're here anyway."
"Where's Lauren?"
"We had a fight. You know how it is... she likes the drama. Whatever. I wanna dance with you."
Our friends join us for a bit before the music changes to something a little slower, a little sexier. She makes to separate from me but no way. I pull her back in.
I want her here with me.
She looks a little shocked at my decision to stay here and dance with her.
I can't resist.
"You smell so good, Bellllla..."
I know she's not drunk. She's not twenty-one yet, and even though she'll be legal in three months, she's too by-the-book to live dangerously.
She giggles. I know she thinks I'm trashed, but I don't care. I want to tell her everything. Everything I shouldn't say, but I have to.
"Bella, you're so pretty... fucking beautiful..." I bring her closer to me, swaying our hips together. I push my leg in between her legs and can feel the heat of her through my jeans.
She's fucking hot. Skinny little jeans and some top that makes her curves and her tits look incredible. Every fucker here's been watching her. She's mine, assholes.
My hands wander from her sides down to her thighs and back up again. There's not enough of her I can touch. I need more.
I can feel her breath at she gasps, but she's putty in my arms. I want her. Why haven't I kissed Bella after all these years? Why?
"Edward," she moans in my ear. I'm not sure if it's a warning, or if it's an invitation, but fuck it, I'm taking it.
My hands tangle through her hair as I slowly move us towards a darker, less busy are of the bar. It's a hallway or something.
"Bella, I want you so bad," I sigh into her neck. I do. I think I always have.
"Edward, you're drunk..." She whines weakly. Her hands hold onto my arms as I hold her head in my hands and touch my forehead to hers.
"I might be. But Bella, Angelgirl, please..." I don't know what I'm asking for, but I know whatever it is, she's the only one that can give it to me.
"What do you want, Edward?" She looks at me with those fucking beautiful eyes.
"I want you..."
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A/N: Sorry to leave it there... I know I know... I'll try to have the 2nd part to this in about an hour... Leave me some love!