Fine, whatever. I unhooked the back of my bra, flinging it out of the shower. I looked anywhere, but at him. Other than our first meeting, no other boy had seen me this exposed. I felt really insecure.

Edward caught my chin, steadying me to place a tender kiss on my lips. I deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth when his thumb brushed my nipple.

"Bella?" Gram called, knocking on the door.

BPOV

Oh. My. God.

I froze hearing Gram's voice outside in the hall. Then Edward's mouth latched on to my nipple. I let my fingers weave into his hair, holding the back of his head to me.

"Ummm," I moaned. "Yeah?"

"Joy let me leave early," she explained casually, completely oblivious to the boy attached to my boob. "The store was dead. I think due to the weather."

"Oh-hhh," I stammered, as Edward let go and started to move down my body until he was knelling in front of me.

What could he possibly be doing from down there?

"I was going to go to the store. Do you want to come with?" Gram asked.

I was distracted though because Edward started to slide my wet panties down my legs. I went to stop him, but he just smiled up at me shaking his head.

"Bella?" she called again.

His mouth… Oh. God. His. Mouth. Was. On. Me.

My head hit the tile behind me with a thud.

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

"I… sorry I…" I panted. "I almost fell, I'll stay here."

"Alright, I'll be home in a bit," she called cheerfully.

"Kay," I trailed off, looking down.

Edward's face was buried and I felt him. Dear God, did I feel him. My hand tightened in his hair as he chuckled against me. I just felt… warm and so good. It felt like we were like this for minutes, hours.

"I…oh…Jesus, Ed…ward," I squeaked, feeling some kind of release.

I closed my eyes, slumping against the wall. Literally, I saw stars or at least the blurry spots when you rub your eyes. What did he just do? I'm pretty sure it was kind of like sex or least considered it.

He carefully stood, gauging my reaction I think. His green eyes searched for something, anything. That had never happened to me before and I was still standing very naked in front of him.

"What was that?" I asked quietly, hoping he understood.

"An orgasm," he answered, cupping my cheek.

Well, he was blunt.

"I said no sex," I groaned, shutting my eyes again.

His lips gently kissed mine once, twice, three times until I opened them.

"Technically not sex," he shrugged.

I sighed, choosing not to say anything. I shut the water off and hurried out the shower as I reached for a towel. Edward's arm wrapped around my waist and halted all my movements.

"I wanted you to feel good, Bella," he murmured in my ear.

I turned in is arms pulling myself a little closer trying to hide my body. I wasn't a nudist or anything and it felt so weird being naked in front of him. He looked amazing in just his briefs clinging to him. Edward probably looked glorious naked compared to me. The bulge in his shorts definitely led me to believe he had a lot going on down there. It would hurt probably, like excruciating pain because he was so big.

"Gram was out in the hall," I informed him, nodding to the door.

His eyes widened. "Still?" he asked horrified.

"No she left… went to the store," I frowned, shaking my head. "Can we please put clothes on?"

Sighing, Edward took my towel from my hand, wrapping it around me. "You're beautiful."

I blushed, feeling the heat fill my cheeks. After gathering all my bearings, I realized we neither one of us had dry clothes with us in the bathroom. Just great.

"You have to be totally alert," I explained, opening the door.

He cupped his ear like a smart ass, which caused me to glare. I was only trying to make sure we to weren't caught walking around naked with towels wrapped around us. It would only make our entire situation worse. They would probably insert a pole or something between us to keep us distanced.

He stuck his hand out, rubbing his fingers gently between the crease of my brow."I'm sorry," he grumbled. "I have nothing to wear."

"My mom has some of my Dad's clothes packed away," I explained, reaching into the closet.

I dug around in the bin she kept in there that had all of Dad's clothes. He had been gone for three months and his scent still lingered on the clothing. I sighed, grabbing a t-shirt and sweats.

"Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," I nodded.

I watched him slide the shirt over his head, but when it came to the pants, he pulled his soaked briefs down. Oh. My. God. He would definitely hurt me if we ever did it. He was so long and very thick. My hand twitched at my side; I kind of really wanted to touch him.

Edward must have not noticed my blatant gawking, since he tugged the sweat pants on. They were short on him seeing as the cuffs hugged his calves. I sighed, shuffling around the room to get my clothes. I chose my usual t-shirt and shorts. I, unlike Edward, I put boy shorts on under my shorts.

"No bra?" Edward asked, giving me a smirk.

"Like you can notice," I said, rolling my eyes.

To prove his point, his hands snuck under my shirt, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. That resulted in me falling against him a bit.

"You're perfect," he told me before capturing my lips with his.

"We need to talk," I mumbled against his lips, knowing he had no clue what I just said.

He pulled back, looking down at me curiously.

"Talking, that's what we need to do," I repeated, moving backwards towards my bed.

"Talking," he frowned, sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry," I signed because I knew how to say that and I wanted him to know that I was. "I shouldn't have ignored you, but you scared me the other night. You beating the crap out of the wall was not normal and I can't understand why your aunt lets Elizabeth around you. I just don't get it."

Edward's eyes never left my lips. I knew he was paying attention to every word I had to say. He took a deep breath before saying what he had to say.

"Carlisle told Esme he didn't like Lizzie visiting me. He told her it wasn't healthy for me. In order for me to not live in constant remembrance of everything that has happened, she needs to not be in my life," he explained. "I want to forget."

"I make you forget?"

"I know when I said I loved you, you brushed it off, but I do love you. Bella, you make me want to be better and actually want to try. I don't feel like a freak when I'm with you," he sighed.

I sat up on my knee, cupping his bearded face and kissed him with everything I had. Edward Masen said he loved me and to be truthfully honest, I loved him so much. His hands found my butt and his casted hand felt weird there, causing me to giggle.

"What?"

"I love you, too," I declared shyly.

I had never told a boy I liked or loved him before. This moment felt monumental and I had this gut feeling that Edward would be the only guy I ever said this to. He kissed me again, deepening it as I straddled him. We were lucky to not be caught by Gram once and I didn't want to chance it again. I sat down on his thighs as I broke the kiss.

"Gram will be home soon," I explained, my hands found the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hair was wet, shoot. If Gram saw this, would she put it together?

"What?" Edward smiled.

"Your hair is wet, come on," I said, climbing off him.

I took his good hand dragging me behind him back to the bathroom. I sat him on the closed toilet seat as I dug around for my blow dryer. When I found it, I turned around to see how terrified my boyfriend looked.

"What are going to do with that?" he asked.

"I am going to dry you hair quick," I shrugged.

I noticed as I turned it on that his hair was really curly wet and also very thick. It was a lot like mine. I could never fully dry my hair with the dryer or it would be all poofy. Would Edward's be the same way?

"Bella," he whined, or I guess it was meant to be a whine, as I started to dry it.

Once I was finished, I found a big poofy mess sitting on top his head.

"Never again," he scowled.

"I'm sorry," I giggled before kissing him quick.

"Bella?" Gram called from downstairs.

"Yeah, Gram?" I shouted back, shoving my blow dryer back under the sink.

"Help me put these things away?"

I reached for Edward's hand again, trailing him behind me until we were in the kitchen.

"I recruited some help," I said, grabbing a bag off the table.

Edward picked up the other bag and helped me empty it. Gram looked a little surprised to see him, but said nothing. She did smile at us and patted Edward's cheek when we were finished?

"Are you staying for dinner?" she asked him and he nodded. "Your Mom is helping out Phil, Bella."

"I am aware; she left a note."

I sat at the table with Edward as Gram moved around the kitchen, making her famous lasagna.

"I think it will be good for her," Gram said. "She gets to get out of the house and keep herself busy."

"She just misses. Daddy," I commented.

That was why she didn't go anywhere. I knew cars made he kind of nervous too. She'll ride in one, but if there are any signs of trouble she hesitates. The fear of a break down is why she's not a fan of a car.

"Your father wouldn't want to see her like this. It would hurt him if he did," she sighed shaking her head.

It was true Dad would be absolutely heartbroken if he saw her like this. Edward played with my fingers as Gram and I talked. Carlisle knocked on the back door right before we began to eat.

"Good, he's here," he sounded relieved.

Gram shot Carlisle a questioning look.

"The school called Esme and said he didn't show up. We were stuck in surgeries all day today. Es figured he stayed home, but when I got home I couldn't find him…" Carlisle trailed off giving him a glare.

"I wasn't feeling well," Edward said as he signed, right before he shoved a pile of cheesy lasagna goodness in his mouth.

"Uh huh, right," Carlisle scoffed.

"Would you like to join us?" Gram offered.

"Really Marie, I wouldn't want to impose," he said sweetly, but I could see that he wanted to stay.

"Mmmm," Edward said as he taunted Carlisle.

"I insist," Gram laughed, getting another plate.

We ate our food and I learned how charming Carlisle was. He was even a pretty great storyteller. Not to mention it was hilarious to see Gram fuss all over him. I could only wonder if he was this charismatic as a teenager and if Gram was like this with him back then.

"Hey I wanted to tell you, I'm in your corner, B," Carlisle said as he helped me clear the table.

"Uh?"

"Lizzie has no business seeing Edward and I have told Esme that time and time again, but Es has that great hope that her sister will see all the wrong she has done to that boy. She doesn't want them both suffering."

"Well Edward is suffering," I snapped.

"And I see it too, kiddo," he said gently. "Lizzie left this morning after she and Esme got into it. Edward is like a carbon copy of Eddie. I saw the pictures and the only reason I believed it wasn't our Edward was because of the blazer and skinny tie get up he was wearing. It screamed prep school douche bag," he joked, rolling his eyes.

"Edward can't be hurt anymore. He needs to move on."

"I agree and trust me I'm working on it," he assured.

"My friend Emmett wanted to talk to you. He said he might be able to help with Edward's anger issues."

"I'm all for help."

"Good, I'll bring him over to talk to you," I grinned.

Maybe things would get better for Edward now. He deserved to be happy and I wanted to be happy too.

A/N: Sorry this has taken forever and a day to get out, but me and my betas had a busy week. Warning these crazy kid will be in high school for only a couple more chapters and then there will be a time jump. I have a plan and if all goes according to that plan you all should be pleased… I'm hoping! This chapter was beta'd by the amazing Dolphin62598 and rainydays23. I appreciate them taking the time out of their busy schedules to read and help!