Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

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Where the Lines Overlap

Season 2 - Looking Up

Sugar (yes, please! Need a little sweetness...)

The last few days had been a mess of emotions, like trying to untangle a bunch of wires that only knotted tighter the more I pulled. It was strange how quickly things could shift. One minute, I was twisted in jealousy and fear, and the next, it felt like Edward and I had stepped into something new—something fragile, yet undeniably real.

After everything, I hadn't expected this—how easy it felt now, just being with him. The air between us had changed, softer somehow, like the storm had finally passed, leaving clarity in its wake. There was an unspoken understanding between us, as if we were finally on the same page.

There were still a lot of things waiting to be solved, a world of problems outside that would need our attention… but I told myself it could all wait. Right then, it was just us, and that was enough.

As I woke up with Edward in my arms, spooning him, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. My body was pressed up against his, my right arm draped over his waist. His warmth, and the steady rise and fall of his chest, were things I had grown so used to, yet it never failed to ground me, making everything else seem insignificant.

My subtle, almost involuntary movements stirred a familiar tension deep inside me, a quiet thrill humming in my core. At that moment, with the world outside still distant and silent, everything felt perfectly aligned… we were exactly where we were meant to be.

My hips moved slowly, grinding my morning erection against his ass. We were both still in our pajama bottoms, the thin fabric dulling the sensations just enough for me to stay in control.

But I wanted it out of the way…

Edward wasn't awake yet, but he would be soon.

"Wake up, angel..." I murmured, nibbling his shoulder, unable to hold back. A wave of goosebumps rippled across his skin. "I need you, baby..." I purred. "Wake up."

He hummed softly, his voice deep and husky.

"I'm awake, love..."

My fingers kneaded the skin just below his belly button, my hand pressing firmly as I pulled him closer. He moaned quietly as my hardness pressed against his butt.

He turned his head back toward me, threading his fingers through my hair to hold me in place. I bit the junction between his shoulder and neck, and when he moaned louder, I soothed the sting by sliding my tongue over his skin.

"I want you, Edward." My voice was thick with lust. He shivered. "I want you so bad, angel. My whole body is aching..."

He simply groaned in response, grabbing my hand and roughly guiding it inside his pants. My fingers immediately wrapped around his shaft, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Oh my fucking God!" he whimpered.

"You're so fucking hard for me, angel..." I whispered. "Can you feel how hard I am for you?" I thrust against his ass to make my point.

His nod was eager, and he thrust into my hand, moaning loudly. He then pushed his hips back against me.

"Fuuuck..." he chanted as I stroked him slowly but firmly, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Fuck, Edward... How do you do this to me...? We've just started, and I'm already so fucking insane." The words came out in pants, heavy with lust. "I need to feel you... Your skin... Can I...?"

"Just push the damn pants down," he demanded, cutting me off.

I groaned in frustration as I let go of his cock to push his pajama bottoms all the way down his legs until he was completely bare. Then I tugged mine down.

We hissed together when my cock, abruptly springing free from its confines, slapped against his butt. Even the sound was enticing... I grabbed his length again, and we both moaned.

Our position allowed my member to slide subtly between his cheeks, the anticipation of possible contact between the head of my dick and his entrance driving me wild.

"I need to kiss you," I said, my breath heavy. "I need your mouth."

Edward tried to turn to grant my desire, but I quickly stopped him, letting go of his cock brusquely. My grip tightened on his hipbone, holding him firmly in place.

"Stay like this, babe… please." My murmur was pleading. "Just give me your mouth."

He craned his neck over his shoulder, turning his face to me. I cupped his jaw, gently pulling him closer. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, our mouths moving together as we nibbled lightly. Then, I resumed the grinding, starting slow but gradually increasing the pace.

Damn, that was entrancing...

He parted his lips slightly, and I eagerly reached for his tongue with mine, grunting as they met and swirled together. I released his face and grasped his cock again, this time working my hand up and down his shaft hard and fast.

My blood was boiling in my veins, and I felt so damn hot it was like I was about to combust. I wanted more… much more. My thoughts were a tangled mess, struggling to form coherent words, but I knew exactly what I was aching to do.

I broke the kiss abruptly, gasping for air, but never stopping my thrusts against his ass or my firm grip on his cock. I glanced at him.

"I—I wanna try something," I stuttered, my voice low. "Do you trust me?"

He simply nodded, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

While Edward looked intently at my face, I backed away slightly, my gaze dropping to his body as I hesitantly let go of his throbbing hard-on. I gently rested my hand on his right ass cheek, fondling the flesh carefully before pulling his buttocks apart.

I bit my bottom lip, and we both moaned loudly as I positioned myself between his cheeks, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance. Releasing his buttocks, I gripped his hipbone forcefully and looked back at him. Edward was already pushing himself eagerly against me, both of us reveling in the thrilling sensation of my cock's head wetting and brushing against his hole.

In my haste, I leaned in and captured his lips with mine, and we began to move against each other in earnest. Even as we kissed deeply, our moans and grunts filled the room, amplifying our desire.

Edward grabbed my hand from his hip and guided it back to his cock. I twisted my palm around the head before resuming long, hard strokes along his length. His teeth sank into my bottom lip as he crossed his left arm over his stomach, gripping my forearm to encourage me to speed up. His right hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, as if we could deepen the searing kiss we were already sharing.

At this point, I was bucking my hips into him strongly, the head of my cock hitting his hole repeatedly, creating pressure that made me yearn for more.

I knew it wasn't the right time for sex yet; I wasn't ready to go all the way, and I knew Edward wasn't either… But damn, being this close to him made me so much more anxious for the moment we would finally come together.

The mere thought of us connected that way sent a potent wave of lust coursing through me.

"Christ, E…" I exclaimed, breaking the kiss and pressing harder against him. "You're driving me crazy, Angel."

As our bodies rocked together, I closed my eyes, my skin tingling with goosebumps, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You feel so damn good… just… don't stop," Edward mumbled before releasing a long moan.

Suddenly overwhelmed by urgency, my left hand gripped Edward's hair, pushing his head forward. In a blink, I attached my mouth to the back of his neck, sucking slowly on his skin as my thrusts became longer and slower. Each time the head of my cock pressed against his entrance, I lingered, applying controlled intensity.

My eyes rolled back. I was overwhelmed by the intensity and sheer amount of sensations coursing through me.

I was close to losing it, my entire body buzzing with a new energy—a strange, intense eagerness to experience more of Edward that I had never felt before.

"Brace yourself, baby," I murmured, my voice tinged with desperation.

My hand left his cock as I wrapped my arm around his waist. I flipped him so fast, I could barely track the motion.

Edward ended up on his knees, his chest pressed flush against the mattress. His hips were elevated, held in place by my hands. I settled between his parted legs, my knees forcing his thighs open as I leaned my chest against his back, the head of my cock brushing against his entrance.

I could hear his heavy breathing as I fought to restrain myself.

"Is this okay, Angel?" I murmured tenderly as I began sliding my dick over his entrance. He nodded slowly. "Are you comfortable with this?" He nodded again, and I sighed heavily, trying to contain my impulses. "I want to be inside you so fucking much, E..." I confessed, and a long moan escaped his lips, shaking me to my core. "I know we're not ready for that yet... but, fuck... I think about it all the time, babe..." I began trailing kisses along his shoulder blades. "The moment I make you mine... when we become one."

I straightened up, noticing Edward propping himself on his forearms, resting his head on his joined hands.

"I'm gonna make you come now, my love," I said with determination. "I want to see you come undone before I cum all over your ass."

He whimpered at my words, and my dick twitched. I had to take a deep breath and picture anything else just to keep from losing it right then. He had no idea that his sounds alone were enough to push me over the edge...

My hands, which had been gripping his hips, slid along his skin until they reached his creamy cheeks. I bent forward slightly, wrapping my fingers around his shaft again, and started jerking him off the way only I knew would make him cum quickly and intensely.

Edward moaned like he was about to break apart.

"Harder, love…" he pleaded in a broken whisper. "Faster."

"Harder or faster, Edward?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

The tone seemed to excite him even more.

"Both… Aaah..." he grumbled as I flicked my wrist and squeezed the head of his cock. "Just like that… yes!" His voice faltered. "Don't… don't stop…"

"I want to hear you scream my name when you cum, babe," I demanded in a tone so deep and commanding I didn't even recognize. He shivered. "I want you to scream as loud as you can, so the whole building knows who makes you this desperate, this willing…"

I began thrusting harder against him, and he pushed into my hand and back against my cock, moving in sync with my rhythm.

"I want the whole building to know who gives you this amount of pleasure," I finished, my fingers reaching the tip of his cock again. I pressed my thumb subtly against the slit, coating his shaft with his own fluid.

He cried softly and panted, his breath quickening.

I continued to guide us, grunting and groaning louder, until his cock began to throb in my hand.

"That's it, babe," I panted. "You're ready to blow your load for me."

He cried out, and I leaned over his back again, my lips brushing his ear.

"Cum for me now, Edward," I commanded. "Scream my name, Angel."

My teeth sank impulsively into the skin of his shoulder.

"Jasper!" he roared.

His entire body convulsed intensely, driving me to the brink of madness. My mind blurred with lust as I moved even more fiercely, sucking hard on the spot where I'd just bitten his skin.

I knew it must be hurting, and it would definitely leave a mark, but I was so close to the edge that I couldn't make myself stop.

My core contracted powerfully as I pressed my lips to his ear.

"I fucking love you," I groaned, my body trembling. My hand released his softening cock to grip his hips, holding him steady as I straightened up.

"Oh, Edward!" I cried out.

For what seemed like minutes, I shuddered erratically over him, feeling continuous spurts of cum covering his ass, just as I'd promised.

A lazy smile tugged at my lips as I collapsed on the mattress on top of him.

Edward's breathing was still a little ragged, his skin hot under my touch. I dropped languid, open-mouth kisses along the back of his neck, my fingertips gliding gently along both sides of his torso. Our bodies were flush against each other, my sweat-dampened chest fully in contact with his back, my softened, heavy cock nestled between his ass cheeks.

I sighed heavily, the strong emotions still coursing through me.

"Am I smashing you, babe?" I asked softly, flattening my palms on the mattress on either side of Edward and lifting myself up a little.

"Don't you dare move," he warned, his voice serious. "I love feeling your weight on me."

I relaxed, gripping his shoulders and resting my head between his shoulder blades. For a moment, I just let myself bask in the afterglow, savoring the closeness.

But then, a flicker of concern crossed my mind. My voice softened as I realized I might have been too intense.

"Are you okay…? Was I too rough?" I asked, hoping I hadn't pushed too far.

"You were amazing, hon," he replied in a suggestive tone. "This was, by far, the best makeout session we've had."

I chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

"You like it when I'm bossy, huh?" Edward nodded, and I chuckled again. "I kind of lose myself in this demanding side of me when I have you like this…" My tone grew more serious as I continued, "All willing and compliant."

"I lose myself in this submissive side of me when I have you all confident and dominant," he replied, echoing my words. "And yes… I love it when you're demanding and rough."

Even as I smiled at his response, a hint of nervousness crept in. I was still buzzing from what we'd done, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I might've overstepped, maybe assumed too much. My mind raced, trying to find the right words to express my feelings without making things awkward.

"I know I said I want to be inside you…" I began, my voice softer and tinged with hesitation. "And I do," I added quickly. "But I didn't mean to, like, assume… or make you feel like you had to…"

I faltered, becoming more aware of the discomfort as it intensified.

"I still can't understand how you can be so straightforward when we're being intimate and so shy when you need to talk about sex…" Edward mused aloud.

I rolled off him, noticing how he immediately turned on his side to face me. But I stayed on my back, staring at the ceiling as I mulled over everything.

"I don't understand it either," I admitted with a shrug. "I just feel a little uncomfortable, but it's silly, I know."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward nod, but he remained silent. Turning my head, I met his gaze with intent. I knew I had to ask, even though the thought made me squirm. Forcing myself to push past the unease, I finally spoke.

"What I wanted to ask was…" I sighed. "Have you thought about how it will work with us? If you'll want to… top me…" I could feel my cheeks warming, but I pressed on. "Or bottom for me."

I barely finished my question when Edward responded without a moment's hesitation, as if he had already thought it through and wasn't fazed at all. His calm confidence left me in awe, and I couldn't help but feel a little relieved by how effortlessly he answered.

"Honey, with you, I want everything," he assured me. "When I picture our first time, I imagine you topping me… but this is something that depends on both of us, on what we both want when the time feels right. When it comes, if you want me to bottom for you, I will, and if you want me to top you, I will too. It doesn't really matter our positions, love. What matters is that when we're ready, we'll want to connect in every way possible."

I sighed softly, trying to gauge his reaction before I spoke.

The truth was… I was afraid of bottoming. It wasn't just about the physical aspect; it was about the vulnerability and surrender that came with it. The thought of giving up that control made me uneasy, and I wondered how Edward would feel hearing my concern. Would he understand my hesitation, or would he be disappointed? The last thing I wanted was to create distance between us or make him feel like I was holding back from what we both wanted. He was so open, so willing to share everything with me. He made it seem effortless, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The idea of letting him down gnawed at me.

"I want everything with you too," I finally said, my voice steady but my mind still racing with doubts. "I'm kinda… unsettled by the idea of bottoming…" I admitted, feeling a bit apologetic as the words left my mouth. I shrugged. "But at the same time, I worry a lot about hurting you…" I exhaled sharply, the weight of my confusion pressing down on me. "I really don't know."

"And that's why we're still not ready to have sex," Edward stated carefully, then offered a kind smile. "There's no hurry, love. We don't have to rush into it."

"I know, but sometimes… sometimes when we're doing this stuff, I feel like you want more… and I'm always afraid of giving you less than what you need. You know that," I confessed, my anxiety slipping through.

Edward propped himself on his elbow and cupped my chin with his free hand, drawing my attention back to him.

"I've told you many times that I don't miss anything," he said seriously, his eyes locking onto mine. "I have all I need with you. Yes, sometimes when we're making out, I feel the urgency growing, my desire spiking a bit more each time, but that's natural. It's the progression of our sexual relationship. Just because I want you more doesn't mean that if we don't go further, if we don't have intercourse soon, I'll feel less satisfied." He moved closer, his finger gliding along my jaw until his hand rested on my neck, holding it firmly but gently. "Sex isn't only about penetration, love. Sex is about connection and intimacy. And we have so much of both…" I nodded, feeling the truth in his words, seeing the depth of his understanding. "The intimacy we already have with each other's bodies is sex, but more importantly, the connection we forge every time we're this close goes way beyond that… And believe me when I say it's pretty fucking amazing." He leaned in even closer. "Jazz, you take me to heights I've never been before, hon. In the short time we've been together, I've experienced more sexual pleasure and physical satisfaction than at any other point in my life. I can't even compare what we have with what I experienced before because there's such a huge difference between the two. It's like comparing day and night. Do you get it?"

I sighed with relief and flashed a spontaneous smile at him.

"You know it's like this for me too, right?" I searched his eyes for confirmation.

Suddenly, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and I knew he was about to tease me.

"Is it?" His tone was lighthearted, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

"You see how crazy I get every time I touch you," I said with a wry smile, fully aware he was just provoking me.

"Don't you miss tits and pussies and soft, fragile bodies with their sweet aroma?" His voice was dripping with irony.

I sneered, knowing he was just fishing for reassurance.

I splayed my hands across his broad chest and flipped him onto his back, then settled my naked body on top of his. I nestled my legs between his thighs, and he crossed his ankles behind mine. My hands traced along his neck and up to the sides of his head, our noses brushing as my fingers tangled in his hair.

"I prefer your solid, strong body," I said slowly, emphasizing each word. I leaned in and nipped at his chin. "I'd rather feel your defined, sexy pecs under mine, graze my hands along your mouthwatering six-pack abs, and inhale your delicious, musky scent…" I trailed the tip of my nose along his jaw to his ear, then nibbled his earlobe, making him shiver. "And I would never, ever trade your beautiful long cock for anything," I whispered, licking the shell of his ear.

When I pulled away, his eyes were wide with lust. I gazed intently into his eyes, wanting him to feel the weight of my every word.

Then I kissed him, my lips rough, demanding, and voracious against his. I felt his body respond, rekindling the familiar, fiery intensity between us.

What can I say? We're young and have boundless stamina.

Soon, we were lost in the rhythm of touches, grunts, and moans… Everything else fading away.

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He was sprawled naked on my bed, and as I looked at him, I couldn't help but smile like a fool, replaying the first three hours of that Saturday in my mind. I slipped on my favorite basketball shorts after stepping out of the bathroom, still grinning.

He didn't move, just sighed contentedly while watching me, looking both satiated and a little worn out from all our morning activities.

After shaking my head to push away the strands of wet hair that had fallen over my eyes, I tossed the towel into the hamper and turned back to him.

I smiled when I caught him staring at me intently.

"Are you gonna stay in bed all morning, lazybones?" I teased as I sat down beside him. "We have a big day today." I arched my eyebrows, encouraging him to remember. "Besides, you need to clean yourself up… You're literally covered in my cum."

We chuckled together, and then he raised his hand to cup my face. I leaned into his palm.

"Just ten more minutes..." he half-requested, making me chuckle again. "My legs feel like jelly; I just need a moment to regain my strength."

"Did I wear you out, angel?" I asked, leaning closer to him with a half-smile.

I kissed the corner of his mouth lingeringly, and he sighed once again.

"You could say that..." he conceded just before I fully kissed his lips.

When I broke the kiss, I looked at him seriously.

"Okay, I'll give you twenty minutes to recompose yourself, take a shower, and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast." I was using my demanding tone again because I knew he liked it. "I don't want to delay our schedule, so please, be a good boyfriend and cooperate." I winked, kissed the palm of his hand, and got up, heading toward the door.

"Aren't you going to tell me what our schedule is?" he asked just before I crossed the threshold, but I didn't even turn around as I shook my head.

"I told you, it's a surprise," I said, stepping out with a smile.

"But I don't know what to wear!" he called out, raising his voice so I could hear him from outside the room.

"Something comfy and simple!" I shouted back from the hall.

I could feel the silly grin plastered on my lips as I made my way to the kitchen. Anticipation buzzed in my chest, but I tried to push it down.

As I started to prepare breakfast, the familiar routine helped steady my excitement. Cracking eggs into the pan, I couldn't help but think about how things had turned around between us. The relief of being back on good terms with Edward and our intimacy growing stronger filled me with a quiet joy. Each movement—whisking, flipping, setting the table—felt lighter, more purposeful.

But I kept glancing at the hallway, unable to fully focus on breakfast, waiting for him to join me.

"I'm not hearing the shower, Edward!" I shouted again, knowing full well he was still slouching on the bed. "And you have only eight more minutes to be here!"

"Going!" I heard his somewhat laughing shout in response.

I chuckled softly, shaking my head, and tried to tone down the impatience bubbling inside me. My fingers drummed lightly on the kitchen counter as I paced a bit, glancing at the clock.

Today is the big day. The day of our very first date. And I'm anxious for it to start.

My mind wandered to the plans I had carefully laid out, the surprise I wanted to share with him. It made my heart race just thinking about it. The thought of seeing his reaction pushed me to the edge of my anticipation. I could barely stand still, eager to have him close again, to finally begin what I'd been looking forward to.

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As I opened the passenger door for Edward, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Where did you get this car?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and excitement.

I gave him a half-smile, enjoying the moment.

"I rented it for today," I replied, closing the door once he was settled. I moved around the front of the Cooper S Hardtop and got into the driver's seat, adding, "At first, I thought about bicycles, but the car is more convenient."

Edward looked at me, still intrigued.

"Convenient for what?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

"You'll see," I answered, leaving him in suspense.

We drove in comfortable silence until we arrived at Waterplace Park. After parking the car, I reminded him of the significance of this place.

"You told me you wanted to come here with me, remember?"

"Yeah," he said, a note of nostalgia in his voice. "Waterplace Park. This is where I was that night I called you… when I was here with my dad."

I nodded, feeling the weight of the memory.

"I thought it would make our moment more special if we came to a place connected to what we went through to be together," I said softly, shrugging as if to downplay its importance.

Edward's eyes met mine, filled with warmth. He nodded, clearly touched by the gesture.

I sighed and smiled, feeling a bit nervous but determined to make this perfect.

"Okay. Now I need you to follow me," I said, trying to sound serious but feeling the excitement bubbling under the surface.

We got out of the car and walked side by side to a grassy area near the bridge. I stopped below a short tree and turned to him.

"You wait here," I instructed, trying to keep my tone light but firm. "Close your eyes or look at the river. What do you prefer?"

Edward chuckled, clearly amused by the mystery.

"I'll look at the river."

"Right," I replied, relieved he was playing along. "So do that, and I'll go back to the car to pick up some stuff. Don't peek," I added, trying to sound stern but stifling a smile.

"Yes, sir," he said with a mock salute, making me laugh lightly.

"Turn around," I said, swirling my index finger in a circle, trying to maintain a serious tone.

He turned as instructed, and I quickly set everything up, arranging the picnic just right. I wanted this moment to be perfect, something we'd both remember.

When everything was ready, I called out softly.

"You can turn around now, angel."

Edward turned, his expression shifting to one of pure surprise and delight. I held out my hand to him, my heart pounding with anticipation.

"Come sit with me," I invited, my voice low and full of emotion.

He took my hand, and I gently pulled him closer. We didn't kiss or touch further, but the intensity in our gazes made it feel as if we were already holding each other.

We sat together in comfortable silence, our eyes locked. As we settled on the picnic quilt spread across the trimmed green lawn, a grin tugged at the corners of my mouth, uncontainable. The traditional wicker picnic basket was open, with small plastic containers scattered around. I glanced at Edward. His grin lingered, eyes wide with the kind of surprise that made it clear he hadn't seen this coming. His eyes sparkled and a warmth spread through me. Every effort had been worth it.

"I think I've just fallen in love with you all over again," he said with a soft chuckle. "Where did you get all this?"

A smile played on my lips as I focused on opening the last container. I shook my hair away from my forehead, and Edward's gaze softened.

"I take it that you like it then... your first surprise?" I asked, trying to mask my nervous excitement.

"I do!" he replied merrily. "I really do, love. I could kiss you senseless right now..."

I was thrilled by his words, but a flicker of unease about the public setting made my chest tighten.

"I would love for you to kiss me senseless right now, angel... but..." I trailed off, cheeks heating up.

"I know," he reassured me quickly. I nodded, a soft smile of appreciation playing on my lips as I met his understanding gaze. "Not ready for that, yet." I nodded, grateful for his understanding. "I don't mind, hon. This is perfect anyway."

"And we have what you asked for lunch, Mr. Cullen," I said, trying to lighten the mood with a mock-formal tone, pointing to the containers. "Chicken salad with pickles... white rice... some pesto and your favorite... grilled zucchini."

"So thoughtful..." Edward said. Heat rushed to my face, and I ducked my head slightly, feeling the flush creep up my neck.

"We aim to please," I replied, lighthearted despite my racing heart.

"And you always achieve your goal," he added with a dreamy smile. I shook my head slowly, trying to hide how much his words affected me.

As we ate, our hands brushed occasionally, the brief contact sparking a quiet, unspoken connection. Contentment settled over me like a warm blanket, the easy comfort between us enough to make everything else fade away.

"I'm so happy," Edward said suddenly, looking around and taking in our surroundings. "It's beautiful out here," he added absentmindedly, probably recalling the night he called me from this place. His gaze lingered on me, full of appreciation, before he softly said, "You couldn't have chosen a better place."

"All I want is to make your wishes come true, Angel," I said softly, meeting his gaze.

"You already do so much more than that," he replied tenderly, with a playful glint in his eyes. "I want to make yours come true too... Will you give me some hints...?" His playful tone couldn't hide the sincerity behind his words.

I smiled subtly trying to keep my response light.

"You don't need hints. You've already given me all I could wish for..."

"I have?" he asked, curiosity bright in his voice.

I nodded, feeling the truth in every fiber of my being.

"Yeah," I said simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Edward chuckled, but his eyes searched mine.

"Do I get to know what that was? What you wished for...?"

I paused, my gaze drifting slightly as I searched for the right words to explain something that felt so profound. This wasn't something I took lightly.

"I didn't really know my heart and soul were missing a piece until that day in the clearing..." I began slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I knew I was in love with you, but I only realized what that truly meant when we kissed..." I wet my lips, a soft sigh escaping as I relived the memory. "At that moment, I finally understood what you meant when you said to Bella, on my birthday, that we were twin souls... You completed me then, Edward... you gave me your heart... you gave me you."

My eyes met his, and I saw the astonishment in his expression, his lips parting slightly as he blinked slowly, as if trying to absorb the depth of what I'd just said.

"God, I love you," he blurted out, his voice thick with emotion.

I reached out, our fingers brushing as I leaned closer.

"I love you more," I replied gently.

"See...? You give me so much more..." he added, his voice almost a whisper, as if the weight of his feelings was too much to speak aloud.

"I want to give you way more than words, babe," I vowed, my voice trembling with intensity. "And today, I'm going to try."

We both inhaled deeply, our breaths mingling as we tried to steady ourselves, the air between us thick with emotion.

"You're really not gonna tell me what's the next surprise?" Edward asked, his face taking on an impish expression.

"Of course not," I laughed, unable to resist his playful charm. "Now eat," I insisted, my voice light with amusement.

He pouted just a bit, clearly trying to provoke me, and I couldn't help but laugh again.

"You still haven't answered my question," he said before taking a bite of zucchini.

"What question?"

"Where you got all this." He gestured to the food. "Did you cook?"

I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Edward, come on, you know me better than anyone," I replied with a playful smile.

"You can barely cook an egg..." he teased, and I nodded, acknowledging the truth with a grin. "So...?" he pressed on.

"I ordered," I admitted with a shrug. "There's this place near the bookstore... They didn't have the zucchini, but they had everything else. And since I eat there practically every day, I know the cook. So I asked him if he could help me with something special, and he was happy to oblige. Of course, I slipped him some extra cash for going off the menu..." I shrugged again, grinning.

"You didn't have to go through so much trouble..." he murmured, his gaze softening, clearly touched by the effort I'd put in.

"I did," I interrupted gently. "I wanted to. I want today to be perfect. And I'll do anything to see and keep that smile on your face."

As if to seal my promise, I slowly raised my hand to cup his jaw, my thumb brushing the corner of his lips while my gaze lingered on him, absorbing every detail.

The world around us seemed to blur; the people, the park, everything faded away until it was just him and me.

I had a feeling this date would surpass every expectation I'd had.

My heart swelled with warmth, and I sighed contentedly, savoring the moment.

To be continued...