This chapter is written from Edward's perspective.

This is the last chapter of Now or Never. I kind of hate to close it, but I began with Edward, and I want to end with Edward. Thank you so much for reading and for all your support.

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Update--Oct. 25th (Don't read this if you don't want the ending to be spoiled): Alright guys, there seems to be a lot of confusion over the end. I've been getting e-mails with words like "ambiguity", so I think it's time to explain.

The thing that Edward needs Bella to know is: "I love you and I'm sorry"

So, Bella is talking about knowing that he loves her, and the "me too" translates into "I love you too"

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"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry…" It seemed shameful to be uttering the words, shameful to be touching her, shameful to be existing.

But I couldn't stop myself. Somewhere, somehow, I had lost my undying self-control. My body was finally cut loose from the fierce restrictions of my mind, and now it seemed that my emotions, rather than my reasoning, were in control.

I had forgotten how very small she was, how warm, fragile… so fragile…just a careless flick of my wrist—of my finger—upon her neck was all it would take. And I would kill her.

I felt like my skin was burning.

I placed my forehead against hers, feeling the heat flow through the place where our heads touched, feeling the heat flow through her arms to my arms, through her chest to my chest. She was radiating.

An intense emptiness poured into the room, filling it up, until there was absolutely no sound. I was unsure whether or not the sensation was a working of my imagination. Maybe sound, like time, had paused to watch us.

I gazed at her eyelids, almost perfectly motionless. Light pink, like shy roses.

Her arms began to brush against me, her fingers pressing into my back. I realized that she was pulling me closer, and my breathing quickened.

I tilted my head as close to her as I dared. She opened her eyes and stared right at me.

For once in my life—simply for the only moment in my entire existence—I didn't think.

Our lips met, steaming with the scent of sweet reunion. Her mouth parted slightly in surprise, and I could taste her on my lips. I breathed in the scent of her throat, letting it sting me, scorch me, letting it burn me. Waiting for it to be over, and being unsurprised when it didn't cease.

I should have drawn away, pried myself from her. I knew this. Because that was what I owed Bella. I owed her safety. Already, she was threatened. Already, I was fighting it.

Which was more devastating of a fight? To deny myself her, or to deny myself her blood?

And which of the two would I lose?

For so long, I had told myself that I had always wanted it, I had told myself that I would always want it. But suddenly I was unsure. Did I? Did I really? Did I want to drain Bella of life?

I could feel him now—him, towing this incomparable desire—him, lurking beneath the surface of my conscious self. Growling, moaning. A monster.

No matter the answer, it was my burden to shoulder.

Beyond all, I knew that I wanted her. This was something so unequivocally undisputable, something that would be entirely impossible to deny. I wanted Bella so, so much, in a thousand different ways. So much longing, so much desire. So much hunger.

My lips moved over hers, and hers over mine, slowly, carefully. The kiss was painful, because we both knew it would have to end. I just wanted to kiss her and kiss her, and—unless challenged otherwise—never stop.

I wanted to inhale her, lock her inside of me, where I would never have to face the prospect of being away from her. She kissed my soul, warming my entire body, warming my core, letting her flow through me. A fiery, healing surge, flooding me.

She was everywhere, she was everything.

I slipped my fingers into her hair, trying to exaggerate every movement, trying to slow down every movement. Trying to restrain every movement.

I slid my lips from hers and lowered them to her ear, exhaling her breath.

"Bella," I breathed, "I need you to know something."

But she grasped my head between her hands, and lowering my lips to hers for a few more moments.

"I know," she said finally, her eyes gazing at me. "I know. Me too."