Hello loves! Sorry for the long wait. You have no idea how hard this story is to write sometimes and the worst part is, I want to be a writer! -–Hangs head in shame-- ha anyways so sorry again for taking so long and I have a proposal.

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B.P.O.V

His voice rang with clear sincerity that sent a smile to my face like a lovesick fool. I must have been a site to see; my eyes wide with astonishment, yet my mouth turned into a lopsided, lazy grin. My mother, actually, anyone of the female breed would have scolded me on the instant had I not been alone. Alone with my savior, who was also the killer.

A thought struck me, was I sure I was in love? I concluded I was, yes, but am I truly? I had never been in love therefore how should I know between folly and the righteous truth?

One truth I knew for sure was that I'd never felt this way before. I conceded to myself this. Edward made me feel…incredibly different. My palms were slick with sweat, my tongue tied into an inconceivable knot, my thoughts incoherent, my heart pounding erratically at anything he did or when he touched my skin…

I shook my head slightly; this was not a time for a lapse into my thoughts. I murmured a shy hello back to the smiling saint as he watched me think.

"You seem confused today Bella, am I at fault?" Edward asked with an easy smile, but his eyes said different and his body language as well. His eyes were caught between an ancient sadness and triumphant joy; while his body, (mostly his jaw though) was clenched in a very tight restraint. This did not help my already occluded mind.

"No more than usual Edward, and you are not." I lied softly. I hated the lie, but if he knew how he made me feel, it might bring more of the unbearable sadness I witnessed just the night before. I had to change the subject. "I did not expect to see you at this…timing and place."

Edward's laughed boomed around me; my tone and the look I threw him was obviously too much for him to bear. I was curious and bewildered. His laugh itself sounded as if it should be in a composition than in a human's obtrusive voice. Human…was my dear Edward human? I bit my lip, pondering.

My instincts screamed 'no', but they were also shrieking at me to run. I had witnessed myself only last night Edward on the prowl, but I was not afraid. Not in the least.

I felt a flutter in my stomach, but not of fear; it was butterflies that plagued me fiercely. I felt my tongue tied, but not because of being struck with horror. I suppose I was truly a lovesick girl, and I could not take my eyes off the boy who stole my heart and starred in my dreams.

"I guess it may seem that way, after leaving you without any real explanations whatsoever." My angel spoke amusedly. A crooked smile was playing upon his features, but his jaw still did not unclench. I had a feeling it would not; he seemed to be holding something back, which made my curiosity flame inside me.

What he did do then though, surprised me, but pleased me greatly. He reached over, almost hesitantly, and pushed a lock of stray hair behind my ear. Where he touched my ear, it tingled and I felt my breath come out in a soft whoosh.

"Yes," I whispered breathlessly. "You did quite leave me in the shadows to revel in my infernal curiosity." As I said this, I pulled my face into a pout, for I felt the need to be playful with him.

"My deepest apologies Ms. Swan," Edward said with a low bow and reached for my hand.

I giggled softly and immediately placed it into his care with a grin spread stupidly across my face.

He fondled my hand gently, as if I were breakable to the touch, which to him I probably was. He surprised me yet again when he kissed my hand in the most gentlemen like manner, but what shocked me most was my reaction.

My skin burned as if his kiss lit a fire itself inside me and it took me a minute to stifle my gasp. My hand jerked slightly after a moment where his lips pressed against my skin. Upon my jerk, he looked up confusedly to my shocked countenance.

"Did I do something Bella?" Edward asked worriedly. His face fell into a frown and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly. I shook my head mutely; I had no words after what had passed between us.

"Did I hurt you? It was only my lips against your skin," he whispered dejectedly. His voice was lathered with trying-to-be hidden pain and that brought me out of my kiss-induced coma.

"No Edward, I'm fine. You did nothing. It's just something that occurred that really shocked me, that's all."

"What was it?" A small grin spread across his face, happy knowing that he had not upset me in anyway. I mirrored his smile, unable not to, but then I remembered his question. I blushed furiously.

"Nothing of importance," I murmured and turned my face to look at a puddle in the middle of the road, unsuccessfully trying to hide my blush.

"You're blushing."

"And you're holding my hand."

Edward chuckled at my retort and squeezed my hand lightly. I blushed even more and my smile enhanced automatically. Why did God have to give him this ability to make me blush and smile foolishly?

"Bella," Edward said my name slowly and looked up into my eyes.

For the first time today, I noticed his eyes truly as I looked into them. Color-wise. They were a dull red, almost looking auburnish. An oddity of a color, but much preferable than the crimson haze of last night. I held back my shudder at the remembrance, but I could not look away from Edward. He trapped me with his determined gaze.

"Edward," I said quietly, shyly.

"What was that something that occurred which shocked you?" His voice rang with a playful authority and I could only do one thing.

I sighed in defeat and he smiled in encouragement. I continued in a rush. "When you kissed my hand, it felt on fire. Like I was on fire, like you were awakening a fire in me."

I felt myself blush more and I managed somehow to look away. Edward must think I'm a lunatic, I thought to myself.

I prepared for the onslaught of embarrassment, but he surprised me by chuckling gently. I looked over at him and saw him stand, still holding onto my hand snuggly.

As he stood over me, he gazed down also intently. I shivered at the intensity, but I loved it. His auburn gaze captivated me into absolute stillness, I wasn't even sure I was breathing.

"You felt something too," he mumbled and kissed me on the forehead for a fleeting moment.