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

Authors note: Unfortunately, this is the last update for a week! A busy week means I am confined to writing on my phone! I may get to update on Wednesday night, but I can't promise. On the upside however, I am the proud owner of an Eternal Twilight 7 convention ticket and it is taking place this weekend but this story will never be far from my thoughts!

"Edward," I whispered.

"I'm here," He smiled whilst tucking strands of hair behind my ear.

"Eric called," I assumed.

He shook his head and backed away while I tried to sit up. I sat up and leant against the cushions, Edward continued to kneel on the floor.

"Emmett did, he told me what happened, I thought I should come down here,"

"He did?" I whispered.

Edward nodded.

"I saw Eric too, he calmed Marcus and he's trying to straighten this mess out,"

This mess.

That's exactly what it was.

I sat with my hands under my thighs, rocking to and fro. I had no idea what to say to Edward. He was a childhood friend I'd fucked...

That wasn't a fuck. It was too emotional, too gentle.

I'd made love with Edward.

Then I chickened out of making a porn film with his brother.

It was at that realisation I saw red and looked at Edward. It was because of him that I'd screamed at Emmett, at Marcus and fell into a quivering, panicking mess.

What had I done?

I'd fucked up a job. No-one would ever hire me again.

I slowly stood up. Edward rose with me. I clenched my fists at my side, I could feel my arms trembling.

"This is your fault," I murmured while looking down at my feet. My face was going red, I could feel the veins popping in my head.

"My fault?" Edward questioned, putting his supportive hands on my shoulders, "Sweetheart, it's no-one's..."

"It is your fault!" I burst, pressing my hands to Edward's chest and tried to push him away, I only pushed myself away but it still had the desired impact and reflected my anger.

"My career is fucking over and it's because of you!"

"Bella, I..."

"No! Everything was fine until YOU kissed me, until YOU told me who you were!" I continued to scream.

Edward took a step closer.

I tried to shove him back, I glared angrily at that beautiful asshole.

"And now it's all over!"

His arms went to my shoulders, I was tired and my tiny fists started to pound at his chest pathetically.

"I'm going to get sued! I can't do this anymore because of you!" I was falling into a tearful mess, Edward's arms were slowly sliding around my back, I tried to wriggle away but I was slowly surrendering.

"Because of you! All gone because... because you made me...You got all tour-guide Ken on me and made me..." I hesitated.

"Made you 'what' Isabella?" Edward challenged.

I began to cry freely into Edward's chest.

"You made me fall... in like with you!" I sobbed into Edward's chest, soaking his shirt with my salty tears.

I half expected him to deny all of my childish blames and accusations but he didn't. I expected to be reprimanded for my outburst or to receive one back but that didn't happen either. His chin rested on my head and he rubbed my back soothingly, just letting me cry.

Edward bent at the knees, hooking a strong arm under mine and he swept me up into his arm bridal style. I locked my arms round his neck, clinging on for dear life while he transported me back to the couch.

We laid together silently for what felt like hours. I had no fight left in me, I had no words. Edward continuously kissed my cheek and neck, not in an erotic way, it was relaxing. It sent shivers down my spine and pumped my heart full of something I'd never known before.

"Do you hate me, Bella?" He whispered, his peachy lips touching my blushing cheek.

God I'd embarassed myself in front of him.

I rolled onto my side, our bodies touching chest to chest and I shook my head.

"No, I don't hate you. I'm hating for what I put you through this morning,"

"Don't mention that, it doesn't matter," Edward's words weren't assuring enough. I ran my fingers through his hair in the same way I'd seen him once do, his eyes closed to my touch.

"It hurt you, I could see it in your eyes,"

Edward's eyes opened at my observation, they looked much like they did this morning when I'd left the hotel room. It was his silent way of admitting that I was right.

"I spent all morning in that room, hoping and praying that you'd come back and tell me you couldn't do it. Emmett's call was my hallelujah," Edward told me honestly, "And now it's forever going to be hanging over my head because of last night and how I've ruined things for you," He finished.

I started to worry about his regret.

"I don't regret a single moment of last night, Edward. It was something I've never imagined or felt before," I looked down at Edward's tear stained shirt, "It opened my eyes," I admitted shyly.

Edward put two fingers beneath my chin, tilting my head up so our eyes met.

"Is that what you're worrying about now? That I didn't enjoy myself?"

Was I supposed to nod?

"Bella, last night, was the single, most amazing night I've ever spent with a woman, or anyone," He leant in and touched his lips to mine, only just and he whispered, "So, you like me?"

I chuckled.

"I like you," I confirmed and our lips locked in a single kiss.

Edward pulled away first. He licked his lips, tasting me on them.

"What happens now? About the movies, I mean... although us wouldn't be such a bad thing to sort out either," Edward babbled.

I shook my head with a clueless expression.

"I'm knee deep in shit, Edward. I can't do all of this, I had sex with you and..." I laughed, "And I want to again and doing it with your brothers too, it's just all too weird,"

"We signed contracts,"

I sighed.

"Let them sue me," I said rashly.

The truth was I had no idea what to do, I needed to see Eric, but I needed to be with Edward too. We agreed not to worry about anything until we had to, we probably had an hour or two. So we cuddled, Edward's face nuzzling into my long hair.

"So... you want to have sex with me again?" I felt him smirk.

"Baby steps, Eddie Boy, baby steps," I smiled while establishing our vague relationship status.

We laughed together as way of an understanding. Edward wriggled down to lay at the same level as me, his body rubbed against my breasts while he moved, I stifled a needy groan and tapped him lightly on the nose as way of punishment.

"What can I say, I didn't give them nearly as much attention as I should have last night," Edward grinned cheekily.

I giggled and let him lean in for a kiss when we were interuppted by a knock on the door.

"Ignore it," Edward mumbled on my lips.

The door knocked again.

"Bella Swan? Open up, it's Marcus,"

Oh shit, I was in trouble.

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