Author's Note: Glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter!

FYI – I've written the text messages in the story in capital letters. But they're texting normally to each other.

Warning: More mild hanky-panky stuff toward the end!

CHAPTER 25: Out of Comfort Zones

"Spill it, Bella!" she demands.

"Spill what?" I look innocently at my inquisitive friend. I'm blushing profusely. This is so embarrassing! "Alice, please," I beg. I have nothing I want to tell her but she's so persistent.

"I promise it'll be just between us girls." She does the cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die gesture. "You and Edward were out all night and you didn't return until early this morning. Don't tell me you spent the entire night hiding from the paparazzi?" Her arched eyebrow is intimidating.

Edward's not here because he's on set. He failed to tell me that's where we were going to part, me thinking the entire time we were heading home together. We left the moped in the lot and I hitched a ride back with Felix who was waiting for me. I was disappointed that our special night together had to end so soon but duty calls. I hid under the blankets in the car as we neared the villa so I don't know if the paparazzi were still lurking around that early in the day.

"No, I wasn't hiding," I roll my eyes. Well, technically I was, but not in the way she speculates. I sigh, getting up from my bed and stacking the books on my desk in a neat pile. Alice's gaze is boring into my back. She's not going to leave me alone until I tell her something—anything. I turn around and eye her annoyingly. "We had a great picnic and talked for hours. I had a really, really great time. And for once, there were no interruptions or me constantly wanting to look over my shoulder. Can we leave it at that—please? And I'm really tired, Alice." I'm whining now. I really don't have the energy for her inquisitions.

"Fine, Bella. Be that way." Now who's pouting?

"Alice…" I hug her shoulders to show that I don't mean to be so secretive with her. "I promise I'll give you the details—eventually. But right now, I just want to sleep!"

The Hobbit finally relaxes under my embrace. I'm hoping the puppy dog eyes I'm giving her will ease her curious mind for now and she'll leave me alone for a few hours. "Oh, fine! Fine," she gives in, throwing her hands in the air. "I have to be on set till around noon then go over the details on my show in Milan. Tonight—you'll tell me?"

"Yes," I nod. "We can even have a glass of wine while we're at it."

Finally, a genuine smile. I knew it was in there somewhere. "Sounds good." She gives me tight squeeze before she leaves my room. "I really am happy for you, Bella."

"Thanks, Alice," I hug her back. Knowing I have her and Jacob's blessing means a lot. I think I have Aro's blessing, too, although we haven't formally talked about it in full detail. As a matter fact, we haven't talked about it at all. He hasn't said I couldn't date Edward so I'm assuming he approves. I make a mental note to see if I can catch Jane and find out if Aro's said anything to her about us. But right now, counting sheep is what I want to be doing. I slept so well with Edward by my side last night so why am I still so exhausted? Because you had an eventful night, that's why! My inner thoughts make me blush. What did Alice really want me to tell her? Giving details about such matters makes me uncomfortable. But at least I don't have to worry about it until tonight.

In the meantime, I'm sure she'll try to pry information of out Edward if she sees him on set. I highly doubt he'll tell her anything because he probably prefers to have me tell her during our girl talk. Would he even want me to tell her anything? I would assume he'd feel uncomfortable about his sister knowing about his sex life. Oh, well. It sounds better if I tell her what she wants to know so I'll save him the awkward conversation. Hopefully because they are related, she'll let me skip some details. Sleep takes me within a matter of minutes. I dream about waves and sunrises.

The sun is beating into my room as I stir awake a few hours later. Glancing at the clock by my bedside it's about two o'clock in the afternoon. The house seems quiet. It always seems quiet since I'm the only one ever really home. I get up and stretch and walk over to the window and peer outside. There's no sign of anyone, not even the security guards milling around. There's no text message from Edward on my cell either. I frown.

I've also spent the last few days reading and it's not something I'm very interested in continuing at the moment. Staring at the books on my desk, in their neat little pile, I sigh. Sometimes I think about how boring I am. Less than a month left in Italy and I feel like I've barely done anything exciting. I mean, really exciting. What kinds of stories do I have to bring back with me to Los Angeles? How I embarrassed myself multiple times around Edward—my Greek Adonis, my near-death experience in the Mediterranean Sea, casted as an extra in Aro's film, my picture in the tabloids, massages and shopping sprees, and finally getting the man of my dreams…hmm.

This vacation does sound pretty eventful but I wouldn't necessarily call it exciting. Lucy will surely want to know every little thing that's transpired here when I return. I'm sure she'll wring in some questions about Aro, too. Fortunately, she doesn't mind the extra few days I'll be spending in Milan with Alice. I never gave her a specific date on when I was coming home anyway. Her e-mail response sounded like she was very excited to hear from me when she approved my extended leave from work. There were no pre-questions asked about my trip, which I'm guessing she's saving for when we can chit-chat face-to-face. I should bring her back something nice from Milan.

My phone suddenly buzzes on my desk. Glancing at it, it's a message from Edward. I pick it up with excited hands, almost juggling it from slipping out of my clumsy fingers.

* HELLO, BEAUTIFUL.* It says. * I MISS YOU. *

Aww, I miss you, too, Edward! I frown at my cell. It makes me long for his touch, wishing he was off work already.

* MISS U 2! * I text back. * LOTS. WORK OK? WHEN WILL U B DONE? *

My cell buzzes again with his incoming message. * PROB LATE AGAIN. :-( I GOTTA GO. DUE BACK ON SET. TYL *

"Yeah…text you later," I mutter to my cell as if it would actually relay my voice message to him. At least he thought to text me even though it was brief. I wonder what sorts of stunts and scenes he was doing today. Maybe Aro will let me back on set to watch since they're so close to wrapping up. That would give me more time to be around Edward rather than only seeing him at night. The thought makes me smile. I'll ask him tonight and see what he says. I can also probably ask Jane to convince him if she's onboard with my plan.

On my way to the kitchen I run into Angela in the foyer with luggage. She's piling them by the door. "Oh, hi, Bella," she quickly smiles at me and goes back to focusing on what she's doing.

"Are you…leaving?"

"Yeah," she half-smiles. "The town car will be here soon." I'm actually sad to see her go and wished we could have spent more time together bonding. Angela is a really nice person—shy and timid-like, but sweet and hardworking. She adjusts her white-rimmed glasses on her nose with her index finger and smiles sadly at me. "I wanted to formally say good-bye last night because I wasn't sure you knew I was leaving today but…I heard you were out with Edward. They gave us a little party on set when our scene finally wrapped last night."

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry." Had I known, I would have definitely said good-bye to her then instead of this awkward 'Oh, you're leaving' moment.

"It's okay," she dismisses my absence from the party. "I had a great time here in Volterra and everyone's been super nice. I'll definitely take this experience with me on my next project."

Next project? "You already have something else coming up?"

She nods happily. "I'll be in a soap opera series!"

"That's great, Angela!" I give her a brief hug. I'm really excited for her. It's wonderful she's able to find work so quickly after Aro's movie.

"Thanks. It's only for a few episodes until I'm killed off by poison." She rolls her eyes, amused at the dramatic explanation that would be revealed on how her death came about and who did it. "I'm supposed to play this snotty rich kid who's the niece of the governor, back from her escapades in France and Italy. Should be fun!" she giggles. I can't imagine quiet Angela playing that kind of role but she's very different onscreen and I'm sure she'll do a good job. "Oh—the town car is here!" I help her with her things outside before the driver places everything in the trunk.

"Have a safe trip home," I say, giving her one last good-bye hug.

Angela smiles shyly at me. "I'm happy for you and Edward. He seems happier on set." She gives me a final wave and closes the car door.

Happier on set? That brings a smile to my face. For so long I've been containing my feelings for him and it's nice to know he's freely showing everyone how he's probably as smitten with me as I am with him. Or at least I hope he's smitten with me. I love that man and everything that is him. I frown. Why did Angela have to tell me this now? It makes me miss Edward even more. I'm like a pouty little child who can't play at recess because I'm stuck inside on a rain day…even though it's not really raining. Will it always be like this? Get a hold of yourself, Bella!

All this waiting around and bored out of my mind is giving me cabin fever. It's about time I do something about it. I pick up my cell and scroll through my numbers and hit send.

"This is Jane."

"Hi, Jane. It's…Bella."

"Bella?" she's surprised to hear from me. She should be because I never call her. "Hold on a sec." I think she's going to a quieter place to talk. I hear her shuffling some things around in her hands before her mouth is back on the receiver. "OK. Bella? What's wrong?"

I roll my eyes. Why does she automatically think there's something wrong? "Nothing's wrong." I get the 'Oh' on the other line and she sounds stumped. "I was just wondering if you could do me a huge favor? Please?"

"Favor?" I sense her raising a suspicious eyebrow at me. "And what does this favor entail?"

"Just some convincing words on your part." I smile innocently as if she can actually see my attempt to look like an angel through the phone. "Well…I'm sure you've heard about me and Edward and because he's been so busy filming his scenes, we barely get to spend any time together and I was wondering if…you could ask my uncle if he'll let me watch backstage or something?" She sighs heavily on the other line. I know it's a tough request, one that she might not go along with. "I promise I won't touch or do anything! I won't even make a peep! I just want to…see him." My voice ends in a quiet plea. Edward wouldn't even have to know I'm there so I can ogle him all I want in the shadows without distracting him from his scenes. I sound like a stalker but I'm sure he won't mind.

"Bella, I don't know if your uncle will approve," she answers hesitantly. I sense her shaking her head already in disapproval. "With extra security here because of the paparazzi and trying to finish the movie on schedule…your uncle might want to keep things on set very tightly closed."

"Oh, I see," disappointment drips from my voice. At least I tried.

"But…" she sighs exasperatedly. My heart slightly picks up. "I'll see what I can do." She doesn't sound enthusiastic about the request but at least she's considering it up for discussion with Aro. That's all I ask for. "Thanks, Jane. You're the best!"

"No promises, though," she says in a clip tone. "I'll let you know as soon as I get a chance to talk to him."

The child in me jumps up and down with glee after I hang up. I hope Aro really considers my request. It'll give him some time to see me as well. I've barely seen him these past few weeks. Aro usually strolls in the door, straight to the kitchen, then to his office on the other side of the villa. Aro doesn't talk much when he's in his zone and even when you try to approach him, his mind is off elsewhere. So, I don't even bother. In case I'm shot down, I mentally try to think of other things to occupy my time. Locked up in the villa because of the paparazzi outside makes it difficult to do anything and it's quite frustrating. Before they left, I asked the driver who picked up Angela if they were still posted outside the gate and he nodded apologetically. Ugh.

All the people I want to attempt to call and catch up with like Jacob and my parents won't help in satisfying my boredom either. It's almost midnight their time and where my mom is in Jacksonville, Florida, it's even later. I really need to get out of this house! But how? And where am I going to go if I can't be on set? Who knows when Jane will be able to talk to Aro? I call her again but for something else.

"Bella?" she answers, surprised.

"Hi…"

"Bella, I haven't had a chance yet to talk to your uncle. It's very busy here."

"No, I know. That's not why I'm calling this time. I wanted to ask you for another favor—an easier one."

"Oh?" Jane probably has her eyebrow raised again.

After she hesitantly complies, I put my plan into motion. Hopefully this will work. If not—I'm screwed. I go over it a few times in my head and play out the scenario. I'm never good about planning things like this but I need to get out of this house before I go stark raving mad. I change my clothes into something simple and find one of the silk scarves Alice bought me. Facing the mirror, I drape it over my head and tie it firmly under my chin. Turning my head from side to side, it looks good. I grab my sunglasses and purse and make my way to the front door. Soon, the town car I called arrives.

"Signora Bella," Felix steps out of the car and greets me with a smile. I'm glad Jane agreed to give me his contact number without prying into my reasoning for it.

"Hi, Felix," I give him a happy smile.

"I must say, signora, I was very surprised on your phone call. Where would you like to go?" he asks, clasping his hands in front of him waiting for me to tell him our destination.

I fiddle with my fingers and blush. "Actually, I don't really have a particular place in mind." Well, I do—the film set with Edward. But I know I can't go there unannounced. I'd get the boot and have to start back from square one. "I just want to get out of the house and as you can see outside, I can't casually stroll out the gates. Do you…have any suggestions? Somewhere quiet where I won't be recognized?"

"Hmm…" He thinks for a moment. "Well, I do know of a place I can take you but it will not be very quiet," he chuckles. "My niece is seven today and we have her birthday celebration at my brother's. There will be plenty of good food, music, and games for the children. You are more than welcome to join us."

His niece's birthday party? I can't go to that! I would stick out like a sore thumb and it seems so personal of him to invite me to a family function. It's a very sweet gesture given we don't know each other very well but I'll feel so out of place. Will they even accept a stranger like me at their party? Everyone will look at me as the Debbie Downer if it ends up not my sort of thing. And I don't want to offend anyone. I suddenly feel bad for pulling Felix away from his family gathering so I can escape. "Thank you, Felix…but I don't want to impose. And I'm sorry for calling you. I didn't know you were at a celebration with family."

He shakes his head with a smile. "No apologies, signora. This is my job and I enjoy it. My family understands. I know it might not be the grand events you are used to, but my family is very warm and welcoming. I promise you will have a good time." Felix smiles again trying to convince me. I think he's also trying to challenge me to do something different.

"Okay," I reply quietly. He opens the backseat door for me and I climb in. I have to stifle a snort at his assumptions that I attend any sort of events that are grand. I'm just a girl from the Northwest. The grandest event I can think of attending is my high school prom in Forks—and that's saying plenty. He knows I have to be back around dusk or Alice will have my head. If I'm missing by the time she gets home, she'll think I've run away and hid somewhere so I can avoid our girl talk tonight. A steaming little Hobbit like her is not someone I want to face. She hates it when plans don't go according to her plan.

As soon as the gate opens, the paparazzi sitting on the side of the streets jump to their feet clicking away as usual. Don't they ever tire of waiting around all day for one measly picture? There's about five men with expensive looking long range lens cameras outside of Aro's property the security are trying to hold back. They look desperate to see who's inside the town car. I wave sheepishly at them even though I know they can't see me. Felix looks amused in the front seat. The ride is quiet as I'm lost in my thoughts wondering where he's taking me.

We're off the main roads now and driving along a very rural and country-like area of Volterra. I never knew this side existed. The drive is about twenty-five minutes outside of the main town. Farmlands surround us as we continue on the dirt road. We're definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

"We are almost there, signora. I apologize if this is not something you are used to," he looks apologetically at me.

"It's very nice and peaceful here, Felix." I smile at him. I feel more at home in a place like this than I do in Los Angeles. Except for the sheep. I'm used to seeing cows and horses from my time in Forks. The only horses I've seen in California are the ones the police ride on in parades.

Felix turns into a private dirt road and in the clearing a moderate size house comes into view with a front yard. There's a giant tree that shades the house and a man-made swing with rope and a wooden seat attached to one of its branches. I can faintly hear music somewhere as I exit the car. "The celebration is in the backyard," he says, ushering me to follow him. My nerves pick up at the unexpected type of welcome I'm going to be receiving. I picture his relatives partying and dancing and as soon as they see me, the needle on the record skips, everything goes quiet and people are gaping at me. I really hope that's not the case here. "It's okay." He smiles warmly at my nervous features.

The music gets louder as we walk along the side of the house. I can see streamers and different decorations hung around the trees and tables lined up with food and a little radio player with a CD playing the tunes when we reach the backyard. Everyone is eating, laughing, talking, and even dancing. The children are running around with their toys and chasing each other. He really has a big family.

A tall man with dark hair notices us. He puts down his plate and wipes his mouth with his napkin and walks over in our direction. Felix meets him halfway with a hug and tells him something in Italian. The man nods his head and smiles at me with a nod. I half-smile back. Felix signals for me to join them.

"Ciao," I say shyly.

"Ciao, signora," he smiles again.

"This is my brother, Vincent." Felix introduces. "My niece is the one in the pink dress over there." He points to a cute little curly-haired girl with a princess wand running around with her friends.

"She's adorable."

"Grazie," Vincent replies. "Please…have some food. There is plenty for everyone. Sit wherever you like. Make yourself, how do you say…ah, yes—at home!" He gestures around their spacious backyard. I look around and people are genuinely smiling at me. Two other men unfold chairs and bring over a table to us.

A woman with a small child on her hip joins us from the house. Felix gives her and the boy a kiss. "This is my wife, Sonja, and my son, Julian." He introduces them. I smile politely. He then turns to his wife. "This is Bella, Signore Aro's niece. She has been home all week unable to go outside because of the paparazzi. I thought maybe she can join us today."

"Welcome, Signora Bella," she greets me warmly. "Your uncle is a very good man." She speaks English very well in her Italian accent. She has light brown hair that's tied back in a loose bun, brown eyes, and a dimple in her left cheek.

When the introductions are over, I follow Felix to the picnic length tables full of traditional Italian food. Most of it looks like a fine meal meant for the Last Supper but go for the fruits, bread, cheeses and mini desserts. After Felix gives my plate a quizzical look because of the items I've skipped on the menu, I blush and explain I'm a vegetarian, which thankfully he understands since offending his family's cooking unintentionally is not something I want to do. We head back to our table and Felix begins to eat immediately. I finally take off my scarf and sunglasses and stuff them in my bag. There's no need for me to hide my identity here and I feel a little embarrassed I didn't take them off earlier. I'm no celebrity who suspects one of the children will call the paparazzi on me.

And much to my surprise I'm actually having fun with Felix's family. They're all so friendly and warm like he says. Very hospitable people. After the cake is cut for his niece, Mariana, and everyone's had their fill, his teenage nieces and nephews drag me to the designated dance floor with them in the middle of the yard. Dancing isn't something my two left feet are designed for. I try to tell them I can't dance but they keep tugging away so I follow. Soon, the whole backyard is dancing with people holding hands in circles and some with their arms clasped around each other. I'm with the little kids swinging my arms around, laughing.

When the children have calmed down, I spend some time with Felix's niece. His son is in the house taking a nap while his mom watches him. "Are you ready, Signora Bella?" Felix approaches us. I blink up at him a few times. I have his niece on my lap who I'm trying to teach how to make flower bracelets. Is it time to go already? I only now notice the sky splashed with different colors of orange, yellow, red and purple.

"Yes, I am," I place Mariana on the seat next to me. Alice should be home soon. I'm glad he reminded me. Felix says something to Mariana. She smiles at me, gets up from her seat and says, "Grazie, Signora Bella." She sounds so cute in her little Italian accent.

"Ciao." I hug her back and give her a kiss on both cheeks. We say good-bye to everyone, Felix's wife and the rest of his family hugging and kissing me on my cheeks. It's a little overwhelming.

"My family likes you," he tells me in the car.

I smile. "Your family is wonderful, Felix. Thank you for inviting me. I had a lot of fun. This is better than going somewhere alone and secluded." He chuckles at my response. I decide to text Alice in case she freaks if she can't find me.

* ON MY WAY HOME. * I type into the keypad.

Almost immediately my phone buzzes. * WHAT? WHERE R U? *

* OUT. BUT HEADING BACK. B THERE SOON. *

* OK… * is all she texts back. She's probably confused on my whereabouts and how I got out of the house undetected or if I managed to get out undetected. There'll be more questions for me when I get back, I'm sure.

It's dark out by the time we reach the villa. Surprisingly there are no paparazzi in sight. It's not very late but they must have gone home for the day or off chasing other stories. I sigh with relief. However, my paranoid side thinks they're hiding in the bushes in secret. I thank Felix again for the fun-filled day and make my way inside. The day's activities finally catch up to me and I yawn. I guess I needed more sleep than I thought.

"There you are!" Alice startles me in the foyer. "Where have you been?" She looks concerned and panicked. She's starting to resemble her overprotective brother.

"Alice, I'm fine." I maneuver around her and head for the stairs. She's right on my heels demanding answers. "Staying indoors all day was driving me loony so I called Felix and asked him if he could take me somewhere away from the craziness."

"And where did he take you?"

I glance back with a grin. "His niece's birthday party." The Hobbit looks utterly shocked. We sit on my bed as I explain to her my day and how great his family was to me. I visited a different part of Volterra that I would never have experienced if I didn't take a chance and allowed myself to venture out of my comfort zone. Alice is thrilled for me. It's something she never suspected I'd do and more importantly, she's relieved I wasn't followed by the paparazzi. Felix took a big risk bringing me to his family's gathering and I'm happy it wasn't disturbed by the media.

"So…now on to the main event." Alice's eyes are gleaming with curiosity. She adjusts herself next me, attentively listening. "Details, Bella." Her voice is demanding. I roll my eyes inwardly on her bossiness. I take a deep breath and tell her about my date with Edward. She laughs hysterically at the wig idea because she once mentioned to Edward how she wondered how he'd look with long blonde hair. I'm guessing now the wig Felix bought him was of his choice. I tell my pixie-haired friend everything and pause after his revelation to me about his childhood—skipping the details about the drugs and alcohol. If she didn't know before, it was probably best I didn't bring it up. Talking about what we did on the beach after is difficult. I blush, feeling embarrassed about it. "Oh, Bella, don't you get shy on me now." She's glaring at me. I can't believe she wants to know this!

"Alice…" I whine.

"Tell me." Her bossy tone is back. Ugh. I take another deep breath and tell her about our passionate night, skimming over certain details. Her eyes go wide. I think she's in shock. "Wow, Bella…"

"Well, you wanted me to tell you!" I exclaim exasperatedly. I'm blushing so much I'm the color of ripe tomato again. I take my pillow and bury my face in it. This is so mortifying. But I think she's laughing at me. I glance up to see an amused look on her face. I roll my eyes, hugging my pillow after I'm able to sit up and face her again.

"Oh, Bella," she chuckles. "I'm just surprised on how aggressive you were."

"Aggressive?" I blush another shade. Me? Aggressive?

"I think it was sweet of Edward to try to resist temptation and not make you do anything you didn't want to. But you told him what you wanted. And it sounds like you weren't going to take no for an answer!" Another fit of giggles escape her. "I'm so proud of you, Bella!" I'm not sure whether to thank her or glare at her. I get the feeling she's slightly making fun of me again. "So, how was it?"

"What?" I blush for the millionth time. I can't believe she wants to know this, too!

Alice rolls her eyes. "Bella, we're adults. There's nothing to be ashamed of. And it's not like this is your first time with a guy. So, did he make you come?"

"Alice!" I'm shocked by her boldness. It's so awkward and uncomfortable having this discussion with her because we've never talked about anything like this before.

"What? It's a fair question!" she retorts. "A simple yes or no will do. I'm not looking for details, Bella. That's too…" she shudders.

I gaze down and fiddle with my fingers. "Yes," I reply quietly. "A few times." I mentally kick myself because don't know why I added that last part. I think my subconscious was mostly talking to herself and forgot to filter her thoughts. I'm telling this to my friend who is also Edward's younger twin sister! My face grows brighter. It's suddenly very warm in here.

My Hobbit friend immediately brings her hands to her mouth to stifle her gasp. She's staring wide-eyed at me. Giggles soon fill the room. "Oh, wow!" she rolls around in my bed. Who knew Alice could act like a giggly little girl? It seems so unlike her. Then again, we've never touched on these subjects before.

"You done?" I raise an annoyed eyebrow at her.

She finally calms down and takes a few moments to compose herself. "Yes." She smiles apologetically. "That's great, Bella. Much better than my first experience with Jasper."

"What?" I chuckle a little in disbelief. She's talked about their relationship but never their sex life.

"Yeah. He was practically all thumbs," she snorts. "I'd been with a few guys before we met and he'd only slept with one other girl so he was still pretty inexperienced. But, you know what they say…practice makes perfect!" Alice wiggles her eyebrows up and down. I can't help but laugh. I finally start to relax as we talk more about our current and past experiences with the male species.

As the night wears on we both grow tired. Alice has to be on set tomorrow morning so she needs to head to bed. And I'm thinking to do the same. We say our goodnights, laughing together one last time before she leaves. I brush my teeth and change into an old shirt and sleeping shorts. There's no new text from Edward, and normally I'd feel disappointed, but after just spending time with Alice, I'm okay with it. He's probably busy on set. I'm hoping to see him tomorrow, even if it's only for a brief moment. I've also forgotten about Jane calling me back. I brush it off and hope I hear from her tomorrow, too. Sleep wants to get a hold of me.

I dream of warm green-eyes and soft lips on my cheek. The feeling of strong yet gentle arms enveloping me makes me smile. It feels so real. I snuggle closer to the comfortable feeling wishing it was Edward. I'm suddenly feeling too warm and stuffy but the butterfly kisses on my neck continue. I moan quietly at the sensation, which wakes me from my reverie. Something doesn't feel right. My movements feel restricted. I flutter my eyes open and see Edward staring down at me with his crooked grin and hooded eyes. He's in my bed!

"Edward?"

"Hi," he says softly.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper, touching his cheek to see if he's really here or just a figment of my imagination. We're facing each other, both his arms draped around me while mine lay on his chest. My dream wasn't a dream after all.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I've missed you all day and had to see you. My cell battery died earlier because I haven't gotten the chance to recharge it from…last night. I hope you don't mind I'm here." His voice is low and needy.

"Of course not," I murmur, touching his face again. He holds me tighter, bringing his lips down to mine. It feels so good to be in his arms again. I can also sense his urgent need for me in his pants. My insides tighten immediately. He rolls me on my back, pressing into me even more. I groan into his mouth. I want this man and I want him badly. "Stay with me." I plead, my voice sounds just as needy as his.

"Always…" he whispers. And our long night begins again.

Author's Note: I love writing stuff like that, haha. Hope you liked it. Please review!