Alright, my weekend is chocker block, there's no way I'll have any time to post this weekend, so I'm giving you a chapter now to make up for it. Enjoy!

In the dimness of the hallway, Edward could just make out the way Bella's eyes danced as she glanced sideways up at him through her dark lashes in the way that girls were incredible at doing and unconsciously drawing him closer to her.

"That may be so. But I seem to have forgotten some of the rest…" He murmured. His touch on her hand had stilled. "Perhaps you'll need to help remind me."

He was teasing her now; teasing her in the same way her coy remarks had led to provoke him.

But Edward could barely focus on his words when all he could think about was how good Bella smelt. The soft citrus scent clung to her warm skin and he was so very tempted to lean in and skim his nose along the tender skin of her neck, if only to breathe it in more deeply.

Bella found it incredibly hard to keep her breathing normal with Edward standing so close to her. Her heart was thudding so loudly in her chest she knew that Edward must be able to hear it. Her lips parted, her mouth was dry, and she nervously used her tongue to wet her lips, the action driving Edward's eyes to flicker down to her mouth. His eyes were dark, hungry almost. God, she wanted him. She wanted him more than anyone else. How had she gone this long without him until now?

"I don't know Edward... I don't think you'd be able to handle it." She teased back.

Edward's eyes darkened as he watched the tip of her tongue brush across her lips. What he would give to have it be his tongue caressing her mouth like that…

He shifted, his fingers on Bella's hand slipping down to snake around her wrist. And in one swift moment, Edward tugged her towards him. He heard her small gasp as she stumbled forward slightly, her chest brushing against his as he steadied her steps.

"Is that a challenge, Bella?" His voice was low and husky as he drank in the sight of Bella's flushed cheeks and bright eyes. Wisps of golden hair curled prettily around her face from where they had escaped from the knot at the bottom of her neck but in his opinion, they only added to the pleasurable appearance.

His other hand slid down the curve of her waist, relishing the feel of her in his arms as he raised his brow at her, waiting for an answer.

Bella's lips pulled up in a happy smile as Edward brought her close to him, the sudden movement causing her to gasp but her nipples tightened considerably and smooth warmth began to heat her body, her skin. She peered up at him, attempting to make her eyes wide and innocent, although she doubted Edward would miss the mischievous look in her eyes.

"It might be..." she whispered. Her skin tingled from where he touched her; she was so caught up in him that she barely noticed the clicking of heels that indicated someone was coming.

Edward was so close… if he had leant in just a little bit further, he would have been able to capture those pretty red lips between his own… to press her against the wall and feel the curves of her body under his palms…

It wasn't until they turned the corner that Bella glanced up to see Rosalie, eyebrows raised and a small smirk playing on her lips. Bella and Edward quickly stepped apart; Bella straightened her back, pursed her lips and tried her best not to blush.

"Rosalie! I didn't know you were going to be back tonight..."

"Clearly..." The blonde remarked sardonically. She continued forward, fishing out her keys from her handbag and unlocked the door while Bella and Edward did their best not to look at each other. "You coming inside, or are you..." She glanced between Edward and Bella. "Busy?"

"No, no... I'm coming inside." She frowned. She didn't want to go inside, but she also didn't really want to give her friend the satisfaction of knowing all Bella wanted to do was grind her body all over Edward. She cleared her throat and shot Edward a rueful smile. "See you later, Edward..." And shut the door behind him.

"Bye." Edward managed as the door swung shut in front of him. There was silence. With a frustrated sigh, he turned around to return his own home and tried to put thoughts of Bella out of his mind.

It didn't work. Edward had tried to keep himself busy and distracted with his book, but when the clock in the living room chimed twelve, he realized that it was futile. He was better off going to bed. He tossed his chocolate wrapper in the bin and rose to his feet stretching. He had just switched off the main lights in the room when there came the distinct knock at the door.

He paused. Who would be calling on him so late at night?

Striding over to the door, he undid the deadbolt and tugged the knob open to reveal no one other than… "Bella?" Edward asked surprised.

Bella had regretted closing the door on Edward ever since Rosalie had returned home. Who cared what Rosalie thought! Not that her friend bothered to hide said thoughts as soon as said door was closed.

"You don't see me pestering you with questions about your supposed friends-with-benefits-only relationship you have going on with Emmett." Bella had retorted back in an attempt to dissuade Rosalie from further questioning.

It seemed to have done the trick as Rosalie had promptly shut her mouth, turned her back and had busied herself with pouring them both a glass of wine.

A few hours later and Rosalie had retired to her own bedroom and Bella was a couple of drinks tipsier. Perhaps it was the alcohol that had all of a sudden made her more courageous (or perhaps stupider) than usual. But in less than ten minutes Bella found herself rapping her knuckles against the wooden front door opposite her own.

She faltered seconds after making the decision to knock. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea… It wasn't too late to dart back across the hallway and admit this was a dumb idea, was it?

The front door opened.

Too late.

Edward was standing in front of her, his eyes taking her in.

"Hi… I thought I'd return the shirt you leant me…"

There was nothing sexier than the sight of Bella clad in his football jersey. Edward's grey eyes moved from the top of her dark head, down the small curves of her body hidden by the shirt and to her long tanned bare legs.

And from the looks of it… just his football jersey.

He'd answered the door many a time, but this was probably the most pleasurable sight to greet him.

"You didn't need to do that," he said after a pause. His head was tilted slightly as he observed her. "I think it looks rather nicer on you, actually."

His lips lifted in an amused smile. "After all, how exactly were you planning on returning it to me anyway? You're wearing the shirt. I can hardly let you go running around naked."

"Well, they're asleep. So they wouldn't even know." Bella stepped into Edward's apartment as he stood aside to allow her entry. "As for how I expected I'd give it back to you..." She walked further into the room as Edward shut the door behind them.

The lights in the apartment were off save for a single lamp on a corner table nearer to where the bedrooms were. She turned back around to face Edward who was looking her over with an appreciative glance.

Bella knew he wanted her, she could see it in his eyes, and he wasn't bothering to hide his emotions from her. Not this time. So she felt no apprehension when she slid her fingers under the hem of the jersey and lifted it up over her body revealing the fact that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath it.

She crossed the room again and handed the jersey to Edward. "Thanks for the loan."

So, I'll see you in a couple of days! ;)