Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: Thanks again for everyone's ongoing support for this story. It's nice to see readers are enjoying it as much as I am writing it.

Everyone's test results came back clear. I shrugged as it was to be expected. Emmett fistpumped the air, Jasper smiled and Edward... did nothing.

The entire party made awkward conversation through lunch. Eric quizzed Marcus on the ins and outs of his life. Jasper and Emmett read the scripts for next week and I picked at my onion rings.

"Bella, are you alright?" Edward eventually asked.

"Hm?" I looked up, my distraction was obvious.

"Yeah, B. You look like you're staring into space," Emmett shortened my name as if we were best buddies. He was nice enough, a little... immature on occasions for my liking.

"I'm fine, just a little tired," I insisted and gulped the last of my coke.

Eric leant over and whispered that he was nearly done and we could go soon. I wanted to go now. I wanted to sit myself in front of my laptop and dig deeper about Edward Cullen. There was something I was missing, I was sure of it. I'd felt his eyes on me all through lunch, he hardly touched his burger.

Edward's... attention didn't go unnoticed either. Eric made our excuses and told Marcus he'd call him later to arrange a weekend dinner date for us all. I waved briefly at my castmates and shuffled outside with Eric.

"Bella, what was that?" Eric demanded in his excited, giggly tone.

"What was what? It was lunch, you had steak, I had chicken," I told him, totally clueless.

"You and Cullen,"

"Which one? There's three," I snorted getting into a black cab, I told the driver the hotel's address.

"Edward. I mean that was intense, Bella. He was watching you. Looking at you like you're something to eat,"

I gazed out of the window at Big Ben and Westminster and nodded in agreement.

"It was a little wasn't it,"

There was a heap of traffic in London, the cab driver was honking the horn repeatedly, as were other cars. I just about managed to zone everything out and close my eyes. Eric was amused enough with some magazine he'd brought, Heat, I think. I drifted in and out of a light sleep until Eric jabbed me in the shoulder with his fingers to tell me we were at the hotel.

I got out of the car, slipped on the sunglasses that I'd been keeping in the back pocket of my jeans and walked inside, heading straight for the elevator.

"Bella? We have massages booked," Eric sprinted to catch up with me.

I pressed the button to call the elevator and sighed.

"Oh Eric, I'm sorry. I have a headache," I lied, "Go and enjoy it without me, I'm no fun when I'm like this, you know that," I forced a weak smile and kissed my friends pouted lips.

"Hm, you're right. You are a bitch when you've underslept," He finally grinned and wished me sweet dreams.

The elevator was silent.

Bliss.

The hall was silent.

Bliss.

My room was even quieter. It was like fucking heaven. Maybe now I could think without Eric interuppting or Edward invading my thoughts.

I kicked off my converse and watched them fly across the room. I ran across the room and flung myself at the bed so I faceplanted the soft mattress with a little bounce.

Growing up as an only child, I'd always been able to find ways to keep myself amused. And you're never too old to jump on the bed.

Even at twenty two.

I sat myself in the middle of the bed and reached underneath it for my laptop. Connecting to the hotel's wifi network was easy enough although not the fastest. It would do.

I was racking my brain, trying to find out where there could be some connection between Edward and myself. This was his first movie so we'd definitely not fucked before. And as far as sex I didn't get paid for went, I'd never had a boyfriend. Just two one night stands in college. I was certain neither of them were Edward seeing as he was in England and I lived in America.

Maybe it was just my films that connected us. I switched between Facebook and Google, typing anything I could think of into the search box.

Edward Cullen. Porn movies.

Edward Cullen. Facebook - He didn't have one.

Cullen. Sex video.

Bingo...

Before me was a screen I was extremely familiar with... Big dicks and small tits.

The site wasn't always called that. I'd been signed up with them for a year before they changed their name and requirements. My breasts were perky enough and I always got enough 'customers' to be able to stay with them.

Now I was staring at a topless photograph of Edward Cullen. It was a poor quality photo, probably taken in front of a webcam and taken a couple of years ago. His pose was... well, one hand was buried within his sex hair much like earlier and the other was out of view. My guess it was a little further down his body, way below his toned stomach and the V shape leading down, down, down...

I sucked in a breath at my discovery and chuckled to myself in disbelief. He was just like me. I read his profile.

He didn't use his real name. He used Cullen, like his brothers but the first name was false. Leo Cullen. I didn't hate it.

He didn't disclose his age but stated his sexual orientation was straight. He would use the chatbox on the site but he wouldn't use a microphone and speak out loud to the site users. He didn't specify his "wills and won'ts". I wondered what his specifications were for filming.

I passed the afternoon with a bath, a movie and room service.

It got to seven o'clock and I wondered if Cullen was ever going to show his face. I grabbed my cellphone and was about to text Eric when the door finally knocked. I almost rolled off from my bed and jogged the whole three steps to the door.

I pressed my face up to the door, looking through the peep-hole.

There he was. The same old jeans from earlier today and a plain white tee-shirt. He was looking down the hall. I swallowed my nerves and opened the door.

"Bella,"

"Hello... Leo," I greeted weakly and stepped backwards from the door.

He let out a low chuckle and walked into my hotel room, lightly pushing the door closed behind him.

"So you figured it out," He nodded to himself, sliding his hands into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Yeah I did. This afternoon," I sat down on the bed, fiddling with my fingers.

"So that's how I know you is it, Bella?"

Why was he asking me this?

"What's that supposed to mean?" I stared up at him confused.

He smiled that crooked grin at me like earlier, his perfectly pearly white teeth flashing at me. I looked down.

Fuck he was beautiful.

What was wrong with me?

"It's not just the site that connects us, Bella,"

I stayed silent. I gradually picked up my gaze until my eyes met Edward's. He was kneeling in front of me.

"You don't remember? You were the first person I spoke to on that website, Bella,"

I was? It was so long ago, I couldn't place his face. Hell, I don't remember anyone I danced for or got myself off for on camera.

I shook my head.

"Two years of that site, Cullen. Ten, twenty minute jobs at the most. I'm hardly going to remember a random face,"

Edward looked up at the ceiling and sort of groaned in frustration then back at me.

"Try and remember, Bella. It's not just that fucking site that connects us... I've been looking for you for years..." He pleaded.

Even his eyes pleaded deeply with me. I gazed into them, desperately trying to find something. I stayed silent for what was probably five, maybe even ten minutes. I went over absolutely everything I could think of. Every person I'd met at university, every person I'd gotten to know on the website. Every friend I made in the years I grew up in Forks...

"Edward Masen?" I whispered.

I was remembering...

I was twelve years old when our school decided to link up with a school across the globe to create 'pen pals' for a school project. Mine was a young boy called Edward Masen, he was fourteen. He lives in Cambridgeshire, London. We completed our school project in six months, we needed at least five letters from our pen pal. I kept writing to Edward for another six months before I lost interest. There had been one photo... his eyes hadn't changed.

Edward let out what seemed like a sigh of relief. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He sat up on his knees and leant closer, and closer...

Right up until I could feel his minty breath on my face.

Right up until I felt his warm lips just about touch mine.

Right up until he kissed me.

**squeaks**