SEVEN

BPOV

We stand on my doorstep. I never thought I'd feel so close to a happily ever after. I feel like I'm trapped in a magical world.

Our lips linger together. I can't help but smile against his mouth, feeling the moment stretch between us—sweet and almost too perfect to be real.

"You win the best date award," I whisper against his lips, my voice barely audible, but full of sincerity. "This feels like a fairytale."

Edward pulls back just slightly, his breath warm on my skin as he whispers in return, "Good."

I laugh softly, the surreal magic of the moment swirling around us. "It's almost too perfect," I murmur, tilting my head up to meet his gaze, teasing glinting in my eyes. "Maybe feel me up a little—bring me closer to what I'm used to."

Edward's eyes twinkled with mischief as he pulled me closer, his strong arms encircling my waist. "Oh, I think I can manage that," he murmured, his voice low and rumbling.

My heart raced as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine, and I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of us in this magical moment.

His hands slid down to cup my backside, giving a gentle squeeze that made me gasp. "Edward!" I chided playfully, swatting at his shoulder. "Behave yourself."

"Never," he growled, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left me dizzy. I melted against him, all thoughts of propriety forgotten as I lost myself in his embrace.

"Do you want to come inside for a little bit?" I ask quietly, feeling a flutter of excitement.

Edward raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing in his eyes. "Are you sure?"

I nod, glancing toward the door knowing Angela's probably home. "Yeah. Come on."

The moment we enter my apartment, I hear the faint sound of Angela's TV coming from her room. I motion for Edward to follow me, tugging him gently by the hand as we tiptoe down the hallway, past her door. I can't help but giggle at how ridiculous this feels—sneaking a prince past my roommate.

Once we reach my room, I shut the door quietly and let out a soft breath of relief. "Safe," I whisper with a grin.

Edward chuckles, looking around the small space. It's not much—just a simple bedroom with a few personal touches: my favourite books stacked by the bedside, a cozy double bed tucked under the window.

I kick off my shoes, the soft thud breaking the silence, and watch as Edward's eyes scan the room. His gaze lingers on the small details, the everyday pieces of my life that suddenly feel so… ordinary compared to the whirlwind night we just had.

"This is nice," he says softly, his eyes finally landing on me. "It's… you."

I laugh, a little embarrassed. "It's just a small space, nothing fancy."

Edward sits on the edge of my bed, his eyes still wandering over the small details of my room. I can't help but feel a little nervous—he's been so calm and collected all night, but now that we're here, it feels like the reality of who he is is creeping back in. I sit down next to him, kicking off my shoes, and glance over with a curious grin.

"So," I start, my voice soft but teasing, "why don't you ever have security with you?"

Edward chuckles, clearly amused by the sudden shift in conversation. "I do, just… not right now. I wanted to be alone tonight. They're usually not far away, though."

I raise an eyebrow. "Wait, so there are security people lurking around outside right now?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "No, not tonight. I told them I could handle myself."

The playful banter makes me feel bolder, and I tilt my head, eyeing him with mock seriousness. "Do I have to bow to you? I mean, now that I know you're all royal and stuff?"

Edward grins, leaning back on his hands. "I'd say it's optional."

I laugh, shaking my head, feeling my curiosity grow with each passing second. "I'll pass, thanks. Do you have to go to balls and formal events? You know, royal stuff?"

He nods, still smiling. "Yeah, there's a lot of that. Fancy dinners, formal events… it's all part of the job."

I wrinkle my nose. "Sounds exhausting."

"It can be," he admits, "but you get used to it."

I watch him for a moment, feeling the conversation take a lighter turn. Then, before I can stop myself, I ask, "So… are you a virgin? Like because you're suppose to be super sensible?"

Edward's eyes widen for a split second before he bursts out laughing, the sound filling the small space. I can't help but giggle along with him, the question hanging in the air between us like an inside joke.

"No," he says between laughs, shaking his head. "I went to boarding school, Bella. I was like a little teenage horny bunny."

I raise an eyebrow, laughing even harder. "Oh, is that so?"

He grins, leaning closer, his voice low and playful. "Let's just say I had my fun."

I shake my head, still laughing, but the warmth in his gaze makes my heart flutter. Despite the teasing, there's something about this moment that feels real, like we're peeling back the layers of formality and just being ourselves.

"Are you team Meghan and Harry?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Edward's eyes flash with amusement, and he chuckles.

I smirk, leaning in. "Come on, I've got to know. I mean, you have to have an opinion, right? You must know things the rest of us don't."

Edward laughed, shaking his head. "You know, I try not to get too caught up in all the royal drama. It's a circus, really." He paused, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But if you're asking my opinion, Harry seems happier than he's been in years."

"You know him. Like personally?" My eyes widen.

Edward smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, you could say we go way back." He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Harry and I have shared a few... adventures over the years. He chased after Rose for a bit, but she's always had a thing for Emmett."

I felt a flutter of excitement at the implications of his words. "Adventures, huh? Do tell!" I nudged him playfully, eager to hear more.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm afraid those stories are strictly confidential. The life of a royal is full of secrets, you know." His gaze grew softer as he looked at me. "But I will say this - Harry's found his match in Meghan. She brings out a side of him I haven't seen in a long time."

I nodded, contemplating his words. "That's good to hear. They seem so happy together. Can I at least have one of your royal secrets. Something juicy."

"A royal secret? I've got the perfect royal secret for you," he says, his voice low and playful.

My eyebrows shoot up, and I lean in closer, my curiosity piqued. "Oh really? And what's that?"

He smirks, squeezing my hand gently as I stand by the bed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's something not many people know about me. It's… a bit of royal mischief."

I feel my heart race a little, the thrill of hearing something only a select few might know. "Okay, you've got me. Spill it."

He pauses for a moment, his grin widening as if savouring the anticipation, and I find myself on the edge of my seat, waiting for whatever secret he's about to reveal.

Edward's grin turns sly, and I can tell whatever secret he's about to share is going to be a lot more than just some innocent story from his youth. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"When I was sixteen, I snuck out of the palace," he starts, and my eyebrows rise instantly. He's already got my attention. "There was this underground party, some secret event that only a few people in high society knew about. My friends convinced me to go."

I nod, intrigued. "So, what kind of party are we talking about?"

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck as if embarrassed, though the mischievous gleam in his eyes tells me he's enjoying this. "Well… turns out, it wasn't just any party. It was… a strip show."

My jaw drops, and I can't help but laugh in surprise. "You went to a strip show?"

"Yep," he says, laughing along with me, but then his grin widens even further. "And here's where it gets worse. The main performer—the star of the show—was my piano tutor."

I stare at him, my eyes wide in disbelief. "No way."

"Way," Edward confirms, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and mortification, "She walked out on stage, and there I was, sitting in the front row, utterly stunned. I didn't even know what to do. The woman who'd been teaching me sonatas and scales was… well, you can imagine."

I can't help but laugh again, the absurdity of it all hitting me at once. "What did you do? Did she see you?"

"Oh, she saw me," he says, his voice still filled with amusement. "I'm pretty sure she saw the horror on my face too. But we never spoke about it. The next lesson, it was like nothing had happened. I just had to pretend I hadn't seen my piano tutor… well, doing that."

I stare at him, trying to stifle my laughter. "That's insane. I mean, how did you even explain sneaking out?"

He shrugs, smirking. "Oh, I didn't. I managed to sneak back in without getting caught, and no one ever found out. But it's definitely one of the most scandalous secrets I've got."

I burst out laughing, the mental image of Edward, the prim and proper prince, sitting wide-eyed in the front row of a strip show was too much. I could just see his face, the shock and horror etched into his features as his piano tutor sashayed onto the stage.

"Oh my god, that is too good!" I exclaim, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. "I can't even imagine how you managed to keep a straight face during your next lesson with her."

Edward chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "It was one of the most painfully awkward experiences of my life. I could barely look her in the eye, let alone play a passable scale."

"I'm sure she had a hard time keeping a straight face too," I tease, nudging him playfully. "Though I bet she got a kick out of knowing she had a secret admirer in the audience."

He groans, burying his face in his hands. "Don't even joke about that. The thought alone is mortifying."

I giggle, enjoying this rare glimpse into the normally composed prince's embarrassed side. "Alright, alright, I'll let you off the hook. For now, at least." I wink at him, the plastic tiara still perched atop my head.

Edward reaches out, tugging me into his lap. His fingers brush against my cheek, and I feel my breath catch at the tender gesture.

"I had an amazing night with you," I whisper, my voice quiet but full of sincerity.

Edward's expression softens, his smile turning warmer.

He doesn't speak, but he doesn't need to. His eyes say everything—how much this night meant, how much I mean to him. And as I lie there, looking up at him, I can feel the connection between us deepening, pulling us closer than before.

Edward leans in slowly, his gaze locked on mine, and my heart races as the space between us disappears. His lips hover just above mine, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. The anticipation builds.

"Want to replace that horror strip show memory with a new one?" I offer quietly.

Edward's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I thought you'd never ask."

He closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. My heart raced as his strong arms pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. The world faded away, leaving only the two of us wrapped in our own little bubble of desire.

His kisses grew more insistent, his hands roaming over my curves. I responded eagerly, my fingers tangling in his hair as I lost myself in the sensations. Every touch sent sparks of electricity through me, igniting a burning need.

Slowly, Edward lowered me back onto the bed, his weight settling over me. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in closer.

Clothes were quickly shed, caresses and whispered words of desire filling the air. Our bodies moved together in a sensual dance, every touch and kiss stoking the flames of our shared ecstasy.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us, lost in a blissful haze of lust and newfound intimacy. The fairytale had taken an exhilarating turn, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Spreading my legs I give him a nod to take me where we both want to go.

"It's okay," I whisper, "I'm on protection. I want you."

Edward's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at me. He didn't need any further invitation. Slowly, reverently, he positioned himself at my entrance and began to push inside.

A shudder of pleasure ran through me as he filled me, stretching me deliciously. I arched my back, desperate to feel more of him. Our eyes locked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.

"You feel incredible," Edward growled, his voice rough with barely contained need. He paused, allowing me to adjust, before beginning to move - long, deep strokes that stole my breath away.

I clung to him, my nails digging into the firm muscles of his back as wave after wave of blissful sensation washed over me. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body.

Our movements quickened, becoming more urgent as the pressure built. Gasps and moans of ecstasy filled the air as we lost ourselves in the primal dance of our bodies coming together.

Edward's lips found mine in a searing kiss, muffling my cries of pleasure. I kissed him back hungrily, my tongue tangling with his as we pushed each other higher and higher.

The world narrowed down to just the two of us, our connection forged not just through words and shared experiences, but in the most intimate of ways.

I could feel the coil of tension tightening, my climax building with each powerful thrust. Edward seemed to sense it.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," I plead, "you feel incredible inside of me."

Edward's pace quickened, his hips snapping against mine with a renewed urgency. The sound of our bodies joining filled the air, punctuated by our ragged breathing and the occasional muffled cry of pleasure.

The pressure inside me was building to a fever pitch, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter. Edward shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot deep within that sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through me.

"Oh God, Edward!" I cried out, my nails digging into his back as I clung to him. "Right there, please don't stop!"

He growled low in his throat, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. I could feel him swelling inside me, stretching me deliciously.

"Bella, you feel so fucking good," he panted, his forehead pressed against mine. "I'm so close..."

His words triggered my own climax, the tension snapping as waves of pure bliss washed over me. I cried out his name, my body trembling as the intense sensations threatened to overwhelm me.

Edward followed close behind, his hips stuttering as he found his own release. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his groan of ecstasy against my skin.

We clung to each other, our bodies intertwined as the aftershocks of our passion rippled through us. The air was thick with the scent of sex.

I think he might have said something else, but cuddled up in his arms sleep found me before I could hear him.