(Lynna's P.O.V)

His lips molded against mine, moving in harmony with my own. He hovered over me before pressing his body firmly against mine, molding against every inch of my body. His hands roamed up and down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake before grasping my breasts through my shirt. I moaned against his lips as he traced circles around my nipples, causing them to harden under his touch.

He broke the kiss, pulling back to flash me a devilish smirk.

"You like when I touch you, huh?" His voice was deep and husky.

My stomach clenched deliciously at the sound of his voice which was thick with desire. He pressed his lips against my neck, trailing soft kisses down my collarbone. I pressed myself against him greedily, grinding against his hardened length. He groaned in response, throwing his head back before his eyes connected with mine.

"Thought you hated me, Holloway," he whispered lowly, leaning down and brushing his lips against my ear.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he pressed his tongue against the hollow below my ear.

"Sure doesn't seem that way." His breath fanned against my face.

His hands trailed down to my hips, gripping them firmly, causing me to arch my back in desperation.

"Say my name," he demanded in a rough voice, his grip on my hips tightening.

I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips. His dark eyes flashed, locking with my own and holding me captive.

"Say it." He growled as his throbbing groin pressed against mine.

Even through the fabric of our clothes, I could feel him pulsating with desire which only added to my own frantic state.

"Edward," I moaned out.

His name leaving my lips sent me spiraling back into reality. Edward Cullen— the boy I despise was on top of me, making me feel things I had never felt before. I shouldn't want him to touch me. I shouldn't be so desperate for his touch that I would be willing to do anything for it.

His hand trailed down my stomach, causing my toes to curl before he stopped at the waistband of my shorts. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

"Say it again," he hissed, his eyes flashing dangerously.

I instantly obeyed. "Edward!"

I shot up in bed, breathing heavily. My heart was hammering against my ribcage.

It was just a dream.

But that was some dream. What the hell is wrong with me?! I ran a hand through my hair, frowning when I was met with tangles. I laid back down and shifted my hips uncomfortably. I was still insanely aroused. I pressed my thighs together firmly in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure, but that only seemed to add fuel to the fire.

I groaned in exasperation and sat up once again, leaning against the headboard. The vivid dream replayed in my mind as if to taunt me. Before I even realized what was happening, my hand was in my shorts, gathering up the product of my desire. I was dripping, just as I was in the dream.

His midnight eyes flashed through my mind. His chiseled jawline. His porcelain skin that was without a flaw. How his shirt always clung to him, exposing his toned body. The way his solid body felt pressed against mine as we danced. How his hands gripped my waist, pulling me to him. His large hands— I imagined those large hands cupping my breasts. I closed my eyes, wishing to fall back into the dream so the pleasure could consume me.

My hand traveled to my swollen clit— it was so tender and sensitive. I gently started touching myself, rubbing figure-eights on the most sensitive, pleasurable spot on my body. I imagined Edward was watching, getting an eye full. I envisioned him touching himself, rubbing his hard cock as he watched me touching myself for him.

A soft moan escaped my lips at the thought. God, I wanted him and I hated myself for it. I hadn't even thought of anyone like that since Grayson. Why does it have to be him, of all people, that I am fantasizing about?

(Edward's P.O.V)

For the life of me, I couldn't get her out of my head. I felt like I was going mad. At this point, I was absolutely bonkers. I had every intricate detail of her face memorized. The way blood pooled beneath her cheeks in an alluring manner when she was flustered. The way she would throw her head back and laugh whole-heartedly when she found something humorous. The way her bright blue eyes danced with joy when she was around her friends. Her eyes were like the ocean and I could drown in them if I wasn't careful.

The way her face and neck reddened when something set her off. Every emotion she felt, she felt it with passion. She felt everything with all of her heart. That much was obvious.

What drives me absolutely insane is when she bites her lower lip. Her lips. Those lips of hers would be my undoing. Anytime she was nervous, she chewed on her lower lip in an extremely distracting manner. The worst part is—I don't think she even realizes she's doing it. She's driving me absolutely crazy and she isn't even trying. The girl hasn't the slightest of clue.

Somehow, for some reason unbeknownst to me, I couldn't get enough of her. She was addicting. Which was why I was perched in the tree that was closest to her bedroom window, watching her intently as she slept. I was fixing to go towards her window when I heard my name leave her lips, causing me to freeze in my tracks. Had she seen me?! There was no way.

I studied her serene face; she was still sleeping peacefully. Which could only mean one thing— She was dreaming. About me. I couldn't stop the delighted grin that spread across my face. In fact, I was downright giddy. She claims to 'hate' me, yet she dreams of me? My smile quickly turned upside down— What if it's a nightmare?

She started stirring in her sleep. I noticed her breathing had picked up tremendously, as well as her heartrate. It was just as I feared; I was haunting her nightmares. That fear vanished into thin air when I heard my name leave her lips for a second time.

"Edward," she moaned my name.

The sweet sound of her moaning my name filled my ears and sent desire piercing straight through me. My groin responded immediately, filling with desire and straining against my jeans.

She shot up in bed with wild, frantic eyes. Her breathing was ragged; her heart was beating like a drum, pulsing through me from afar. I watched in awe as she ran a hand through her hair, her lips turning down in a frown before she laid back down. She shifted in bed, appearing to be uncomfortable. I was certainly uncomfortable.

She groaned in what I believed to be frustration before sitting up and leaning against the headboard. She was covered by the blanket from the waist down, but I had a pretty good idea what she was doing when she closed her eyes and her heart started beating erratically in her chest. Desire gripped me in that moment. My jaw went slack as I watched the beautiful girl's hand move beneath the covers.

My groin was throbbing painfully, begging to be unleashed from the confinement of my jeans. Another delicious moan escaped her lips and I was nearly undone. I was practically drooling at the sight of her. Despite how desperately I wanted to stay and watch as she comes undone beneath her own touch, I knew I couldn't. It was wrong of me to watch her private affairs. An aroused growl was building in my chest before I bolted from her window and into the safety of the surrounding woods, desperate to put some much needed distance between us.

As I sped through the trees, I couldn't get the thought of her touching herself out of my head. That's when it hit me— She started touching herself after she moaned my name. Was she possibly thinking of me as she touched herself where I've been fantasizing about for weeks?

I stopped running abruptly and leaned against a tree. The sound of the nocturnal animals in the woods filled my ears. Aside from the wildlife, I was completely alone out here. I believed I was at a safe enough distance from the girl who haunts each of my thoughts— From the girl my groin was aching for.

The memory of my name leaving her lips caused me to throw my head back as my hand instinctively reached for the hardened bulge in my jeans. I gripped it firmly before unbuttoning myself and grasping my shaft through my boxers.

I imagined the feel of her soft, warm hands on me. Her dainty, feminine hands wrapped around my shaft, stroking me. A moan escaped my lips as I started at the base and slowly moved upwards towards the tip of my cock.

I replayed the memory of her hands moving beneath the covers as she touched herself at the thought of me. I envisioned ripping the blanket from her so I could watch the beautiful, exotic display as her legs were spread apart for my viewing pleasure.

I remembered the way she felt pressed against me as we danced. Her hourglass figure. Her dress that exposed the round curvature of her breasts. The way her breasts were crushed against me as I held her close. The sound of her heart skipping a beat as I offered her my hand and pulled her close.

A groan escaped my throat, quickening my pace as I continued stroking myself at the thought of her. My mind drifted to her lips. Those luscious, rosy lips of hers. How soft and warm they would feel pressed against my own. A growl erupted from my chest as I envisioned them wrapping around the head of my cock. Oh, God!

I thought about her on her knees in front of me, looking up at me through her dark lashes with those bright blue eyes of hers. I was so close. I gripped my cock much more firmly as another aroused growl built up in my chest.

But before I provided myself with release, I dropped my hand from my throbbing cock as I felt a wave of disgust rock through me. I was disgusted with myself. How could I have allowed this to happen?! How could I allow this human girl to have such a hold over me?! I was supposed to despise her, yet here I was— Fantasizing about the very girl who makes my life a living hell.

Despite the growing ache in my groin, I zipped up my pants and completely dismissed the idea of relieving myself of the pent-up desire that continues to build. I didn't deserve release. I should suffer for allowing myself to have such vile, intrusive thoughts about the human girl.

Still, she continued to occupy each of my thoughts. She somehow managed to sneak her way into even the tiny crevices in my mind, as though to taunt me. I couldn't escape her, no matter how much I tried. It truly felt like a curse. I felt as though I was going mad.

I started to pace back and forth, quickly wearing a path in the forest floor. I ran a hand through my hair too many times to count. I was certain it was standing up on end; I'm sure I looked just as crazy as I felt. I hadn't realized how much time had passed until I noticed the sun starting to peek through the trees.

I was willing to do anything, ANYTHING to get her out of my head. I recited the square root of pie over and over in my mind. It seemed to be working for a moment, but she was still able to, once again, take over my thoughts.

I threw my head back and let out a loud scream. Over and over again. The sound echoed through the trees, providing a distraction from my incessant thoughts for a mere second.

It seemed as though the more I tried to avoid her— The more I tried not to think about her, the harder it was to do so. I ran over to the giant boulders that were jutting from the earth and slammed my fists into them repeatedly.

"GET. OUT. OF. MY. FUCKING. HEAD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, watching as bits of the boulder crumbled and gave way with each hit of my fist.

"Edward," Carlisle's kind voice washed over me.

I hadn't even heard him approaching; I was too preoccupied with my incessant thoughts that I couldn't escape from. I pressed myself against the boulder, hiding my face from my adoptive father, as I felt a tearless sob break forth from my chest.

Carlisle said nothing. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. His thoughts told me how confused he was by my behavior. Alice had seen my mental breakdown in a vision, and she, of course, told Carlisle.

I pushed myself off of the giant rock and turned to face him. His brows flew up his forehead as he took in my distraught expression and wild-looking hair.

"I'm going crazy," I barely whispered. "I'm insane. I'm sure of it."

"What makes you say that, son?" He wondered, his eyes studying my face intently.

"I- I can't escape from her," I spoke a bit louder, my voice going up an octave as I continued, "I can't get her out of my head! She's all I can think about. I don't want to think about her, Carlisle! I don't want to want her! I hate her!"

He pressed his lips into a thin line as he racked his mind for an appropriate response. "You know our kind differs from humans in the unique and unfortunate aspect that we are unchanging. I know it's nearing two decades since…" He trailed off, knowing better than to say her name; he knew I knew who he was referring to before he continued, "But I still believe that time does heal all wounds. It takes much longer for our kind to heal from such heartbreak, but I know that you will find happiness again, son. Being here and starting over at a new school is bound to dig up some old bones—"

I cut him off mid-sentence when I realized that he thought I was referring to she-who-shall-not-be-named. He thought she was the one I couldn't escape from. He thought she was the one haunting each of my thoughts.

"I'm not talking about her, Carlisle!" I screamed out of exasperation, running my hands through my hair and pulling it out of frustration.

He quirked a brow in confusion. Then, who?

"Fucking Holloway! LYNNA FUCKING HOLLOWAY!" I screeched, my eyes wild and frantic.

I saw myself through Carlisle's eyes and couldn't stop myself from laughing maniacally. I truly looked just as crazy as I felt. He was at a loss as to what to say. My confession surprised him, to say the least.

"Oh," he finally spoke. "Edward, you must not harm the girl."

Anger pierced through me. Harm her?! He thought this was all about blood lust. I couldn't help but scoff. If only it was just her sweet blood I was craving! If only it was that simple!

"Believe me, I won't." I chuckled humorlessly and shook my head.

He studied my face; his thoughts were all over the place before he spoke, "She is Alice's niece."

Of course, she is Alice's niece. That's just my luck! As if avoiding her before wasn't difficult enough; now, Alice has made it her own personal mission to make that task all-but-impossible.

I was one of the last students to stroll into history the next morning. I didn't trust myself to be alone with Lynna; not after having heard her moan my name in her sleep, and certainly not after touching myself in the woods to the thought of her. I still couldn't get the image of her touching herself underneath the covers out of my head— Her fingers moving in a sensual rhythm, in harmony with her ragged breaths. It was all I could think about. The sound of my name leaving her lips echoed in my mind—Taunting me. The fact that I was lusting after Alice's great-great-niece made it that much worse. I was thoroughly repulsed with myself.

The girl who haunts each of my thoughts was turned around in her seat, talking away to Alice. I clenched my fists as I sat beside her. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating off of her, as if trying to lull me closer. Her sweet scent engulfed me, dancing on my tongue and setting my throat and lungs ablaze. I instantly cut off my breathing; I couldn't afford to have her consume all of my senses. Seeing her, hearing her soft voice, feeling the warmth of her body warming me from afar was enough; Lord knows I couldn't afford to smell her as well—To have her sweet scent dancing on my tongue.

I was thankful that I didn't share this class with Jasper, knowing he would be able to feel the ungodly amount of desire that I feel for the human girl. I thanked my lucky stars that he wasn't here. How could I explain myself to him? I knew he was bound to figure it out eventually.

"I know you usually sit with Noah and Paige during lunch, but you should sit with us for a change. Jasper and Rose would love to get to know you better," Alice said to the girl.

Since everyone found out that she was Alice's great-great-niece, everyone (including Rosalie), wanted to get to know the girl. Esme was downright giddy at the idea.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lynna casting a weary glance my way before turning back to Alice. "I don't think that's such a good idea," she whispered in a voice that she didn't think would carry to my ears.

Alice breathed out a laugh. "Of course it is." She assured her before whispering to the human girl, "If Edward doesn't like it, he can sit by himself."

My sister shot a sharp glance in my direction. And I mean that. If you aren't going to be nice to her, then you can skip lunch today.

I rolled my eyes at her thoughts. How would she react if she knew of the vile, erotic fantasies I have of her 'sweet little niece'? Would she still want me to 'be nice' to her? Doubtful.

"I don't know.." Lynna trailed off.

"Just agree to sit with us, Lynn. If you don't, she will just keep pestering you," Emmett said with a deep chuckle.

"Please," Alice urged with a cheeky grin.

I heard Lynna sigh in defeat before returning my sister's smile. "Okay," she breathed out. "I'd love to sit with you guys."

(Lynna's P.O.V)

I inhaled deeply before walking into chemistry. Luckily for me, Edward hadn't arrived yet. After my 'wet dream' about the boy who I supposedly can't stand, I felt like I could hardly breathe around him. I was a bundle of nerves when he finally walked through the door. Before we locked eyes, I hurriedly averted my gaze, feeling a blush creep to my cheeks. My heart was hammering against my ribcage when he sat down beside me. I used my hair to create a curtain between us, shielding my face from him—Which seemed to be unnecessary because he was looking at anything but me, which I believed to be a conscious decision on his part.

This time, I wouldn't be the one to break the silence. It was for the best if he chose to act like I don't exist; maybe then the butterflies would stop fluttering about in my stomach and my heart would stop racing.

He breathed out a scoff and shook his head, but I had no idea why. Still, I said nothing. I had no idea why I felt so embarrassed in front of him! A part of me felt like he could see the desire I felt for him by just looking at my face— As if my eyes would give away the fact that I had touched myself to the thought of him. I was being downright ridiculous, but I couldn't help how I felt.

Throughout class, we didn't speak a word to each other. He didn't so much as glance my way. You could cut the tension with a knife.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was seriously dreading it. A pit formed in my stomach when I walked into the cafeteria. My eyes drifted to Alice who smiled and waved me over. Luckily, Edward wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I walked over to their table with a bottled water in hand and sat down across from Alice.

"Well, would you look who it is?" Emmett teased with a boyish grin. His arm was draped across Rosalie's shoulder in a casual manner. "How nice of you to join us."

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I was able to form words, the very person I was hoping to avoid sat down beside me. Edward flashed me a mocking smile that I refused to return.

"So, Lynna," Alice spoke up, placing her hand under her chin and tilting her head to the side as her eyes met mine. "Tell us about yourself."

My brows furrowed of their own accord. I was never one to openly 'talk about myself', so I was feeling a bit out of place. "Um. Okay?" I blinked rapidly, feeling uneasy under everyone's curious gaze. "What do you want to know?"

Jasper flashed me a small smile which I hesitantly returned. Suddenly, a calming wave washed over me, easing my nerves. I felt myself instantly relax as I inhaled a deep breath.

"Well, for starters, have you always lived here in Gray?" Alice asked, her eyes lit with curiosity.

I shook my head. "No. I was actually born in Tennessee. We moved here when I was like twelve."

"Tennessee? What part?" Emmett asked with a cheeky smile.

Edward shifted towards me slightly, causing his knee to brush against mine. My heart stuttered in response. I should have shied away from the contact, but for some reason, I didn't. His knee continued to lightly touch mine— Causing a pit to form in my stomach. The others continued to stare at me, awaiting my answer. What did he ask me again?

"Wh-What?" I asked, my voice wavering.

Jasper's gaze drifted back and forth between me and Edward. Butterflies were fluttering about violently in my stomach, making it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the fact that his knee was against mine in a seemingly casual manner. Perhaps, he doesn't even realize he's doing it? I stole a quick at Edward who was wearing his usual solemn expression, not giving any indication that he even noticed my presence.

"What part of Tennessee are you from?" Emmett repeated the question, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Oh— Um," I cleared my throat before continuing. "East. East Tennessee. Rogersville."

"That's like an hour's drive from Gatlinburg, isn't it?" Emmett questioned.

I nodded. "Yeah. We used to go there all the time."

A huge grin spread across his face. "That's where I'm originally from."

"Cool," I breathed out, still having difficulty focusing. "That's.. It's a small world, huh?"

Alice flashed me a beaming smile. "Indeed, it is."

Rosalie was eyeing her tray full of food with a look of disgust. I understood the feeling. Sometimes, food didn't appeal to me either— This being one of those times.