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

Authors note: Everyone's ongoing support with this story is absolutely flabbergasting me and I once again say thankyou. I'm also glad you all like Edward rather than be creeped out by him.

He kissed me.

His lips were warm on mine, molded to mine because I let them. I leant my body back, Edward's followed forward, leaning over me while I gasped, parting my lips. Edward pulled my lower lip between his, lightly sucking. My hands found their way into the organised chaos that was his hair, desperately bringing him closer to me as he released my lip, teasing it with his tongue instead. I allowed mine to find his and a soft moan escaped me.

Fuck he tasted good.

Like polos and candy.

Edward explored my mouth like a pro, massaging and caressing my tongue passionately, I could feel his fingertips skimming the side of my body until he reached the bottom of my shirt and snuck his hand just inside to massage the pads of his thumb at my waist.

Holy fuck, he was touching my skin.

I don't know what I was doing to Edward, but I felt like I was shuddering with anticipation.

What was I doing?

I opened my eyes and firmly pressed my hands to Edward's pecs...

Oh god he was toned!

I was freaking out.

I was creeped out.

I pushed Edward with all the strength I had. He rolled away from me and onto the mattress.

"I'm sorry," He spoke guility and sighed, sitting himself at the edge of the bed and hanging his head in shame.

"I don't understand," I told him honestly. "I don't understand any of this, you're just supposed to be my porno virgin and now you're telling me you know me?" I laughed in almost disbelief, but the truth was I did remember now.

How could I have forgotten his photograph... I still had it, along with the letters. They were in a box in my closet back at Mom and Dad's.

"I'm not trying to scare you, Isabella," He stood to his feet, pacing around my hotel room.

"Then explain," I demanded. I had to screw this guy in a few days time, the least I deserved was to clear the air with one another.

"I came across the site at college. I paid what they wanted to see a girl and clicked a random button like it said... It was you, Bella. There you were on your bed in some lacy red thing, sitting on your knees and leaning over your laptop. It wasn't even your tits I looked at first... I knew you from the eyes, just the same way you remembered me ten minutes ago,"

I couldn't deny it. The Englishman was right.

"I realised it was you, tried to get into the whole thing for five minutes and gave up. I wasn't going to take advantage of you like that,"

"But you don't mind fucking me senseless in a movie?"

"It's not like that," He spoke softly. I was probably frustrating him no doubt, he was doing well to keep his cool.

"I'm older than you, Bella. And obviously was when we used to write..." He continued.

I snorted, amused.

"Duh... continue," I folded my arms.

"I was nearly fifteen, I understood my emotions more than you would have understood yours. I was... beyond disappointed when you never replied to my last letter..."

Now I felt guilty. By the time I received Edward's last letter, I'd reached thirteen and lost interest in writing with an actual pen. Life had become about computers and my father pushing me to work hard at school.

"I knew it was you, I knew what I felt and that I had to find you again somehow. For a few months I gave up. Then I signed up to the site myself for a little extra cash under the influence of my brothers... by then you'd quit,"

"What do you want, Edward?" I asked, intrigued.

"To get to know you again..."

It was all becoming too much, I don't know about you, but I was struggling to keep up. What was this fixation people always have with "the past." Why can't people just let things go and get on with their lives

Why couldn't Edward Cullen just be my porn virgin and thats it?

I stood up and walked over to the door.

"I think you should go,"

"G-go?" He blinked.

"Yes. Right now,"

"C'mon, Bella. I'm nervous as hell for next week, you're the only one I can talk to about this,"

"Not tonight, I've had enough," I insisted.

We both sighed instantaneously. Cullen sweeping a hand through his fucking hair. That soft, messy, hair...

"Tomorrow? Can I stop by tomorrow?"

I nodded.

"I just gotta get my head around this stuff,"

Edward hung his head as if in shame and walked out of my room without another word. He was about to walk down the hall when he stopped and turned around.

"I know there were better ways of doing this, Bella. But when I heard your name from Jasper, I didn't have any other choice," He said plainly and left without another word.

I grabbed my keycard from the table and left the room myself, slamming the door like a teenager with a bad mood.

Like a woman on a mission, I walked down two doors and knocked on Eric's door.

Life's going to be a little busy for the next few days so bare with me on chapter ten.

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