I can't believe how many people put this story on their favorite/alert list! I never expected a response like that. Thank you guys sooooo much. I got a few requests to make this into a full-blown story, and I've decided to do so! I think I'm going to like this…

Stephenie Meyer owns everything, including my heart on ice in a cooler.

His hand ran down my curves, feeling every inch of flesh that was exposed. My breathing started to quicken as his fingers dipped inside my panties and searched for my center.

"You're so wet for me," Edward said in a husky tone.

"Please," I begged him, moaning at the contact, wanting - no - needing some sort of friction.

He used the very tip of his finger to trace small, slow circles around my sensitive nub, teasing me with every rotation. My hips lifted off the bed instinctively and he pinned them back down on the bed.

"No, no, Bella. Good things come to people who wait," he whispered deliciously.

I tried to behave myself, hoping that he would give me what I wanted if I listened to him. And I was right. The circles around my clit became faster, and he started to vary his methods; rubbing, flicking, pinching, circling, until I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't behave. I bucked my hips up furiously, writhing under the power of his touch. I was so close to my release, and…

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

The annoyingly loud beeping of my alarm clock woke me up. I was so angry I wanted to throw it across the room. I sat up and reached over to press the button that would stop the shrill noise. I had been having the most wonderful dream, and so vivid, too. I looked down and noticed my panties were newly soaked, from something that had nothing to do with last night.

Last night.

I slept with my new neighbor, Edward. Lord, I didn't even know his last name! I looked over to the other side of the bed and he wasn't there. Was the whole thing a dream? No, it couldn't have been…There was a note on his pillow. In the most perfect handwriting I had ever seen for a guy, was a note explaining his absence.

Bella,

Family emergency, gone to Chicago.

Hopefully be back soon.

Edward

Family emergency…was everyone alright? Did someone die? Was it just a lame excuse to get some then leave without having himself look like a total bastard? He didn't even leave his phone number so I could contact him. What kind of girl did he take me for? I'm not loose with men by any means. Any guy I had ever slept with I had been in a serious relationship with them. Except, of course, for that guy at the bar when I got totally wasted, but that was a completely different story.

Wait a second. Who was I to be demanding a better explanation and a phone number? I didn't even know the guy for Pete's sake. He had no obligation to me whatsoever, and neither did I to him. So why did I feel so possessive of him?

I decided to try and shake these thoughts and feelings off as I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I flicked the light on and started rummaging through the box labeled 'bathroom' for my toiletries and a towel and washcloth. Once I found the items, I stripped myself of my underwear, started the shower and stepped in.

The hot water washing over me felt incredible. It revitalized my muscles, still sore from the events that occurred last night. No one had ever made me feel that good. His hands were expert as they explored my body, grabbed my hips…Stop it! I needed to stop thinking about him if I was ever going to get through the day, let alone the amount of time he would be gone. And it wouldn't help to get all hot and bothered first thing in the morning. I shook my head, as if the memories would physically leave my head and swirl down the drain. I picked up the shampoo bottle and poured some in my hand, and began to lather it into my hair. As my hands worked through my hair, it reminded me of how Edward's fingers ran through it, massaging and pulling and grabbing. I let out a low moan as my nipples began to harden, and I noticed that I was using one hand to lather my hair in circles, while the other hand was massaging my breast, working its way to my nipple in the same motion as my hair.

"Stop it!" I yelled to myself in the shower. I continued my shower fighting back thoughts of Edward.

I stepped out of the shower and closed the curtain, and reached for my towel. I walked out into the apartment with it wrapped around my body. I paused for a second to think about which box my clothes were located in, then went to the one in my room labeled 'clothes.' I chose a pair of jean shorts and a red tank top; I was going to be moving the rest of my things today, and it was going to take a lot of work. The note Edward left was still on the bed. I picked it up and tucked it away in my pocket. Perhaps it would give some hope that he would return, wanting to at least see me. My heart soared when I realized the note said that he hoped he would be back soon. Did that mean he was upset to leave me? Did he want to spend the day with me? Or did he just want to get his family business over with and come back home? This thing was just so damn confusing…I didn't know what to do with myself.

As I never had the chance to do any grocery shopping, there was absolutely no food in the house. I looked at the clock: 9:13 AM. I figured I had about an hour or two before the movers got to my place, so I grabbed my keys and headed out the door with my stomach grumbling.

Down the elevator and out into the bright sun of the morning, I made my way down the street; I remembered passing a Dunkin' Donuts down the street from my apartment. I walked about a half a mile to get to the place. There was a line going all the way to China, but there was really no other way I was going to get breakfast, so I waited quite impatiently. 20 minutes and four stares from strangers due to the sound my stomach was making, it was finally my turn.

"Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts. How may I help you?" asked the unnaturally peppy cashier.

"Hi, I'd like an egg white flatbread sandwich, please."

She nodded and put the order in. "Anything else?"

"A medium coffee, cream and two sugars, please."

"No problem."

I handed the girl my money and received my coffee and change, and went over to the other counter to wait for my flatbread sandwich to finish cooking. I took a sip of my deliciously hot coffee when my cell phone rang. Taking it out of my pocket, the call ID screen read 'Alice.'

Alice Brandon was my favorite person in the world. Literally. She was the complete opposite of me in a lot of ways. She was a tiny pixie-like thing, with short, cropped, black hair, and a vibrant personality to make anyone forget their problems. Alice was just so bubbly, you couldn't help but smile when you were around her. The one thing that is totally not me is her favorite hobby: shopping. Christ, that's all the girl did! And she just had to drag me along with her. I mean, I love her and all, but did I really need 30 lingerie sets and 20 bikinis and a million and one outfits? Definitely not my style. But she was my best friend, so I grinned and bared it. Although, I think she secretly loved torturing me. Especially when she dragged me out to dance clubs and whatnot. I did not, under any circumstances, dance at all. I was terribly uncoordinated. I didn't know much about her past, only that she had a sister she barely knew, and a bad case of amnesia when she was younger due to a traumatic experience in an asylum. She wasn't crazy, I knew that, it was for some mental disorder she was dealing with as a child. She was relatively open about it, but I felt as if I was intruding on personal ground, so I never asked her about it too much. No matter how I felt, Alice was always there for me. Trying to get me to shop, trying to set me up with people, even since high school, or just sitting around with me eating ice cream. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her.

I smiled and picked it up.

"Good morning, Alice," I said.

"Bella! Hi! How are you this morning? How's your new apartment? What are you doing right now?" Alice responded way too enthusiastically.

"Slow down, Alice. It's way too early for that. I'm fine, I'm just waiting for my breakfast at D&D. You?"

"Shopping, what else? I have work to do, you know." Alice was a personal stylist for some pseudo-celebrity that lived around here. I wasn't entirely up to date on pop culture, so I couldn't tell you who it was.

"Right, right."

"So how's the apartment?" She questioned.

"It's alright. Renee sent this crazy canopy bed over. Can you believe it? It's just like her. No wonder you two get along so well. It's sickening, you know. I think you guys were separated at birth…I'm definitely not her daughter," I laughed into the phone.

"I think the same thing every day! I bet the bed is all silky and lacy and perfect!"

She was spot on. I wondered what she would say if I had just broken the sheets in the previous night. I couldn't tell her about Edward. At least not right away. This was certainly not the place, plus I couldn't deal with all the questions and details and everything else she would throw at me.

"You're right, like always."

The man handed me my sandwich and I walked over to a table and sat down with my breakfast. I bit into my food and moaned; it tasted like heaven.

"What are you orgasming about over there? Is there a man with you?!" she shouted in my ear.

I nearly choked on the food.

"Alice! No, it's just my food, calm down."

"Oh, alright. I was gonna say, if Bella Swan is getting laid, in the morning, before me, there is something seriously wrong with this world."

"No, no, just food."

"Speaking of men…any cute ones in your new building?"

I paused. I secretly wanted to gush about everything that had happened last night, just as she had with her many conquests before, but something held me back. I wasn't entirely sure what the situation was, and I really didn't want to start thinking about how much of a crazy person I was for wanting to possess this stranger man like he was mine and mine only.

"No. Crazy old lady named Sue, though."

"Damnit!" she cursed.

"I know, you want me to get laid. Calm yourself, please," I said.

"I do! You need it, Bells. Oh! Shit, Bella, there's a problem with the dress. I'll have to talk to you later. Love you!"

"Bye, Alice. Love you, too."

There was a click on the other side of the line and I hung up. By that time I was finished with my breakfast and I took one last swig of my now lukewarm coffee. I got up and threw everything out in the trash and walked back to my apartment.

I got to the elevator and rode it all the way up to the eleventh floor, and walked into 11 B with a twist of the key.

I tossed the keys onto the countertop and glanced over at the clock. It read 10:20 AM. The movers would be here any minute, and then it would be one of the longest days of my life, especially having to not think about Edward all day. I couldn't think about his messy bronze hair, his bright green eyes, the way his lips always fell into a natural pout, soft, plump, and beautiful against my own, against my skin…

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Silently thanking whom I guessed to be the movers for interrupting what could have been another panty ruining session, I strode over to the door and opened it.

"Hi," I said.

Two middle aged and slightly portly men stood in front of me, looking like they hadn't shaved or showered in days stood before me.

"We're here to move Isabella Swan's things in. Are you her?" the blonde one asked.

"Yes, that's me. You can bring the stuff right up."

"Okay, just confirming," the brown-haired man said, and they both made their way downstairs to retrieve their things.

I pulled my hair up into a quick ponytail and got ready for the task ahead of me. They returned with boxes of my things, a bookshelf, small kitchen appliances and accessories, lamps, a couch, TV, a desk, a stereo, my laptop, an area rug, and everything else I had to my name. It took about forty minutes for them to bring everything up, I tipped them, bid them farewell, and they were gone. I sighed and looked around at everything. At least I'll be busy. Maybe it will distract me. I grabbed my iPod and cranked up the loudest and heaviest song on it, and plugged the earphones in my ears.

I spent all day arranging and rearranging and rearranging yet again, anything and everything that was in my possession. The living room was set up with a modest black couch and cute little area rug I found in downtown Portland on my last visit with Renee. It took me just about forever to plug the TV into all the right places, but I eventually got it. I put the desk in the living room as well and placed my laptop on top of it, along with my lamp. It was rather cozy, in my opinion.

Next was the kitchen. I loved to cook, so I had a lot of kitchen things to set up. All my favorite pots, pans, bowls, small appliances, etc, were placed in various cabinets and drawers. I couldn't wait to start cooking. It was my hobby. It was also my job. I worked at a local restaurant called Fetta di Calabria, a small but well-respected place that served Calabrese food. Unlike most people, I loved my job. I was 25, had a successful career and a college education, a great apartment, an amazing best friend. To some I had a close to perfect life. The only thing that was missing was a guy that I could love and relate to. Hell, what was missing was a guy that I could actually go on a date with! Maybe Edward will be the one…Wait, no…stop! It was just a one-night-stand. You can't think of it any more than that.

I set up the rest of my stuff in the bedroom and a few more things in the bathroom, and it was around 3:30. I had worked right through lunch. As soon as I became aware of this fact, I became grotesquely hungry. Too hungry to grocery shop. So I picked up the phone and ordered myself some Chinese food from a place in the phone book. I lied down on my couch and closed my eyes to finally relax.

I mist have drifted off, because the next thing I remember there was a loud knock at the door and I was groggily stumbling to answer it.

"Hello," I mumbled.

The delivery man handed me a bag of my food, gave me the total, and we exchanged salutations and money.

I closed the door and made my way back to the couch and sat down. I started to flip through the channels as I ate the most delicious Chinese food I had tasted in my entire life, and stopped at some random channel that was hosting infomercials, since there was nothing else on TV.

I must have been really tired, because I fell asleep and woke up again, but to a different sound. My eyes weren't completely open, and I heard a strange noise. Strange, but sort of familiar and oddly comforting. I started to moan at the man's husky moans, and I brought my hand up to my clothed breast. My fingers traced the nipple through my shirt and I gasped at the pleasure it brought me, along with the man's voice. I took my other hand and unzipped my shorts and threw them on the floor. I slipped my hand between my thighs and my breath hitched at the contact my fingers made with my clit through the thin material of my panties. I began moving my hand back and forth in a slow motion, building the pressure in my abdomen. I dipped my fingers inside my panties and was shocked at how wet I was. I heard the man's silky smooth voice whisper "so wet" and I groaned.

"Oh, Edward," I sighed as my fingers moved faster against my swollen bundle of my nerves, rubbing in circular motions and pinching once in a while.

"Oh yeahhhh," the man's voice said.

I slipped a finger between my folds and placed one inside me, and whimpered a bit. It was nothing like Edward. He had been big and stretched me, and even though this was full of pleasure, it was nowhere near how I felt last night. So I added another finger, pumping furiously in and out, and I brought my other hand down to my center, stroking and circling and rubbing my clit in tune with my fingers in an attempt to find my release. My mouth hung open and I arched my back, moaning louder now.

"That's right, baby," the man's voice taunted.

"Edward, more. I love the way you touch me," I moaned.

"Cum for me, babe. I want you to cum," he said.

I pinched my clit roughly, and that, coupled with the man's dirty talking velvet voice, threw me over the edge of ecstasy as my eyes flew open and I nearly screamed in pleasure. I rode out my orgasm and then sat straight up. Where had the voice come from?! I nearly freaked out, until I realized there was some cheap porno on the TV. It must have came on when I fell asleep. God damnit…this sexual frustration and day dreams of Edward needed to stop. I was already going crazy, and it had only been a day! What was it about this man that made me so nuts? I only wished whatever was happening over in Chicago wasn't too serious and that he would come home soon. I wanted him to knock on my door, smile at me and then mischievously throw me down on the bed and ravish me. That's all I wanted at the moment.

My core was still throbbing from my little self-indulgence, and I got up to take a cold shower. Hopefully it would work.

It did, for the most part. I got out of the shower around ten, and I decided there was nothing else to do but go back to sleep. I would grocery shop tomorrow, and maybe, just maybe, not dream of the most beautiful person on earth again.

Maybe.

That's it! I hope you guys like it, and I'm getting really excited for this story. Leave me reviews! Tell me what you liked, what you didn't, what you want to see next chapter, etc. Do you want to see what Edward's doing, and if Bella has the same effect on him as he does on her? I can't know unless you tell me!

Raegan Marie