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Real Love—Mary J. Blige

Can't Fight This Feeling—REO Speedwagon

Edward's body is lined against my back, our skates rolling in perfect tune as we rock around the rink to Real Love. I shimmy my shoulders, working my hands, while he anchors his across my stomach to keep me close.

"Don't look now," he murmurs, his lips close to my ear, "but your other boyfriend just showed."

My brows furrow, but before I have time to ask, I spy Mase and Kate on the sidelines where they're putting on skates.

Shit.

I guess there needs to be a conversation.

"Looks like he's cozy with Kate." I spin in Edward's arms without missing a beat or causing us to slow. He's almost full-on glaring as he looks at them when we pass. "Hey, eyes on me," I say, lacing our fingers. "Mase is cute and fun to hang out with, but when push came to shove, he wasn't you. I didn't lead him on or make him think we'd ever be anything beyond this summer, and to be honest, he was constantly prepared for you to come to your senses and steal me away." I slow my skates, which allows him to close the distance between us. "I love you. I've only ever loved you, and I'm only yours."

Edward's lips lift into a smug grin before he plasters them to mine. It's been a long time, yet we fuse together like only seconds have passed. His head rocks, his tongue invading and conquering in the middle of the rink for all to see.

I'm dizzy.

Delighted.

And definitely turned on.

But we aren't there.

At least, not yet.

I love this man more than anything, but after the two years we've had, along with earlier this summer, taking it slow is the best approach. No more desperate, needy teenage hormones driving us to do hurtful things. I want to ease into it until we're nothing but hope-filled, happy, and light.

Together.

Strong.

In love.

Forever.

He breaks our kiss, his arms grabbing my ass and pulling me close against his firm chest. "I might be embarrassed if you move too far," he says, huffing a laugh. "Don't get too near, either, or it won't go away."

I laugh, pinching his side. "You always did have the hots for me."

"Fucking always," he says, green eyes blazing with love. "I love you, B."

I roll forward and lay my head on his chest. "Love you, too."

Just then, the lights go down and the DJ announces a couple's skate. We're already in position, so I don't do much other than lift my head and smile at my guy.

The opening chords of Can't Fight This Feeling soar through the sound system, and I'm suddenly fourteen again. The hottest boy to hit Forks in a long time has just arrived, and out of all the girls at the rink, he chooses me.

Tears prick my eyes as Edward rolls us around the rink, him skating backward with me huddled close in his embrace. His eyes are shining, and I'm about to burst into tears of pure joy when he leans his head down and plants his lips at my ear.

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running 'round in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm following you, girl

'Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find

He trails off and hums along, and I close my eyes, trusting him to keep me upright. Because, this time, there's no silly little girl doubts swarming in my adolescent brain. This time, I know.

He's singing to me.

About me.

For me.

Because he can't stay away.

He loves me.

And I love him.

'Sup Mase!

See ya Monday :)