This chapter is dedicated to my friend and Beta, Jasmine (BlueFlowerAlways) because she luurrrves lemons and it's her birthday. Love you!

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

I pulled my rusty old Chevy truck into the apartment complex's parking garage. It was a new start for me, and I was a little skeptical about moving, but my previous apartment was just way too expensive for me anymore. So here I am. I slammed the door shut and went to the bed of the truck. It only contained a few boxes since the rest of the bigger and heavier things would be coming later with the moving van. I picked up one of the lightest boxes and headed into the building. Maneuvering the box as best I could, I leaned back and pressed the 'up' button of the elevator with my foot. The doors sprang open and I stepped inside, and I pressed the button of my floor; the number '11' lit up. It seemed like forever until I got to my floor, but finally the doors slid open and I walked out onto my floor.

"11 B, 11 B," I muttered to myself as I walked the unfamiliar corridor, looking for my new residence. I found it, finally, and stopped in front of the door. Pulling out the key from my back pocket, I slipped it into the lock and turned.

The apartment looked deserted save for a few appliances in a room that I thought looked like it was trying to impersonate a kitchen. I guess this will have to do. I felt as if this were the end of my life. There was no one I knew here, and I was never good at socializing. I'm just so awkward in situations, I can't help it.

I set the box down in what was to be my bedroom and my eyes widened. Renee must have sent the bed already… It was a huge canopy bed with burgundy silk sheets, pillows, and…well, everything. Leave it to Renee, the most eccentric mother in the universe to send an elaborate bed that was totally and completely unnecessary. It was definitely Renee's style. I hated it. It looked comfortable, but I knew what her motives were. She was thinking that perhaps if I had a luxurious bed, more guys would want to sleep with me. I didn't understand the logic, seeing as the guy would have to meet me elsewhere before getting me into my bed, and I would screw up that meeting. So I was left with this huge bed for no reason just staring me in the face. Ugh.

There was a light tapping at my front door. At first I thought I was hearing things, since I didn't know anyone around here. But it came again, and I decided to go answer it. I opened the door upon the caller's fourth knock, and was greeted by a big surprise.

Standing in front of me was an Adonis incarnate. He stood probably about 6'2", and as my eyes raked over his body I noticed he had muscles in all the right places. His arms strained against his gray T shirt, and his black jeans fell on his lower half oh-so-perfectly. His full, pink, lips were etched in a delectable pout, which contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. His jaw line was defined and masculine, and his eyes…oh, his eyes could be stared into for days. They were the most brilliant shade of green and seemed to be staring into the very depths of my being. His hair was a strange bronze color and it looked as if he had just crawled out of bed, yet it was so undeniably sexy…I just wanted to run my hands through those locks of hair, press my lips against his…

"Um…hello?" questioned the gorgeous man in front of me.

"Huh? Oh, um, hi…" I managed to stumble out of my mouth. What kind of…of…creature could look that incredibly inviting? It baffled me to the point of speechlessness, as clearly evidenced by my spacing out and lame ass greeting.

There seemed to be something troubling him, because there was a crease in his forehead that clearly signaled worry. I wondered what was bothering him, and only wished I could help him in whatever way I could. I wanted him to tell me about it, and I wanted to listen.

"I, uh, saw you moving in, and I thought I'd come by and welcome you. You know, be a good neighbor? I'm Edward." He chuckled what sounded like nervous laughter.

My heart raced. "Bella. You live on this floor?"

"Yeah, just across the hall," he pointed to his door, "in 11 C."

A big smile spread across my face before I could stop it.

"Well, at least I'll know one person around here."

"I figured I'd get over here before Sue does. She's the rotten old lady that lives in 11 F, down the hall. I just know she would start going on and on about all the rules and regulations," he divulged.

"Is she really that bad?" I asked.

"When I moved in, she started going off in this shrill high pitched voice, like, 'No drugs! I don't want any alcohol parties or loud music! And I better not catch you bringing any women home, because I won't hesitate to interrupt your little whoopee session!'"

I didn't think I had ever laughed harder than I was upon hearing Edward's old lady impersonation. We laughed together for what seemed like minutes, and then there was a silence. And me, being the Awkward Ally, decided to speak.

"Well, she won't have to worry about that with me. There aren't any guys interested in coming home with me," I said, rather pathetically.

I looked into Edward's entrancing green eyes and he looked confused, then speculative, then outraged.

"I don't see why they wouldn't," he mumbled under his breath, but it was loud enough for me to hear. I shrugged it off as a nice compliment, not wanting to get my hopes up, especially this man was a god and I was the plainest of all mortals.

After another long silence, it was Edward who spoke first.

"Do you need help with boxes or anything?"

"There's just a few in the bed of my truck. But I can get them no problem," I said, shooting myself in the foot. Damnit! Stupid, stupid, Bella. You should have accepted his offer!

"Don't worry about it, I'd love to help," he smiled at me, and I nearly collapsed into jelly on the floor. There was something so sweet and kind about the smile, but it was also devilish. His smile was sort of crooked, and hinted at a less shy and less awkward man.

We made casual small talk from the walk to the truck, in the elevator, and into my apartment. There was light-hearted laughter, but nothing as intense as before. I could hardly believe this wonderful, beautiful, man was talking to me, let alone helping me with my things! It was a surreal experience.

Once we placed the boxes into the pseudo-kitchen, we stood there rocking back and forth on our heels, hands in pockets, looking around nervously as if we both had lost the ability to speak. It was true on my end, but Edward was probably just thinking of a nice way to say, 'You're a crazy weirdo, can I go now?'

"Would you, um, like to come over for some coffee?"

I just stared. "Huh?"

"I just thought you might be tired from moving, and since none of your things are set up, I'd like to offer you some coffee from my place. I understand if you don't want to, I mean, you don't even know me, but that's okay. Like I said, I understand…" he rambled.

"No!" I said a little too forcefully. "I mean, no, I would like to come over for coffee."

He smiled enthusiastically and his expression was that of disbelief.

"Really? Okay!" He held the door open for me, and led me the across the hall to his apartment. I guess chivalry isn't dead…

Edward's apartment was exactly how I imagined it to be. The walls were painted a navy blue and there were journals and books and pictures lining every inch of the bookshelves he had set up. It had a very manly, yet intelligent feel to the place. I liked it.

"How do you like it?" he asked me. A simple question, but since my brain was on extra crazy today I nearly died when he asked me.

"What?" I asked, taken aback at his forwardness.

"Your coffee. How do you like your coffee?" Oh. Phew. If I had said 'rough and dirty' I might have just died. Although, it wouldn't be too bad if he was asking me that. I would soooo like some of him…

"Two sugars and a creamer, please," I opted for instead.

As he brewed the pot of coffee, I watched his every move. His ass looked so god damn tight in those god forsaken jeans that I just wanted to reach out and grab it, but I didn't. His shoulders were so defined; I imagined myself gripping them hard as he pushed me over the brink of ecstasy…

"Here," he said, handing me the coffee and interrupting my fantasy, and we sat at his kitchen table together.

We shared stories about our friends and family, most of which made us both crack up in uncontrollable laughter. The coffee started to get to me, I guess, and I really had to pee. I asked to use his bathroom and he pointed me in the direction of his bathroom. I shut the door behind me and used the facilities. Whilst washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so plain it almost made me sick. There was nothing extraordinary about my straight brown hair that fell past my shoulders. I had brown eyes, too, of course, since brown is such a lovely color, right? I tried to smooth down my hair and straightened out my sort of snug t-shirt. My thin, pale legs poked out of a pair of black shorts I had chosen for moving day. He'd never be interested in this.

I sighed and stepped out of the bathroom and met him putting the mugs into his dishwasher.

"I'll walk you to your door," he said. Chivalry may not be dead, but he just wants to get me out of here.

We stopped in front of my apartment and I leaned on the door. I wasn't sure if this was just a once-in-a-lifetime kind gesture, and if he would act like he never knew me. I didn't want the day to end, but I knew it had to eventually. It seemed as though nothing would ever go the way I wanted it.

"Thanks for walking me to my door. You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he said, reassuringly. And somehow I believed him.

I looked deep into his eyes, searching for something that would tell me what he was feeling at this moment, to see if he could possibly be even minutely close to how I was feeling. I got my answer in a way I definitely wasn't expecting.

He planted a quick kiss on my lips, and I was in shock.

He mistook my open-mouthed gaze for disgust and started to apologize all over himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…I just got ahead of myself, I can't believe I just did that…I'll just go now…"

I pulled his face to mine and pressed my lips against his, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. Our lips moved together in a rhythmic motion, fitting together perfectly. I released his mouth and could already feel my lips getting a bit swollen. I let a smile spread across my face at the forward movement I had taken, and the triumph of leaving him speechless. I tried my best to convey to him with only my eyes how much I wanted him, needed him. He must have gotten the message because he pushed me against the door and slid his hand around and cupped the back of my neck, in an effort for better access. He sucked and nibbled at the crook of my neck and collarbone, and I let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"We should go inside. Don't want Sue catching us," I whispered, and he let go of me so I could open my apartment door. As soon as we were both inside, he slammed the door shut and lifted me up to straddle his waist, and pushed me against my front door again. The new and pleasurable contact we had was exciting, and between kisses and nibbles and licks I ground my hips into his growing erection and moaned. He responded with his own sexy moan, and I took the opportunity to plunge my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues swirled and sucked with each other, and he pulled me infinitely closer by gripping my ass with his strong hands.

I released my mouth for just a second to gasp, "Bed" and he walked us to the only other room that could be the bedroom. Silently thanking Renee, he threw me on my back onto the silk sheets that I had previously scoffed at.

I sat up and kissed him with more urgency, and began to strip him of his shirt, anxious to see his clearly defined muscles. He did the same to me, and we were both shirtless on the luxurious bed. My eyes raked over his torso, and it was better than I imagined. His pecs were chiseled, as well as his arms and his beautiful stomach. I leaned over and started to kiss and suckle at the flesh, relishing in the feeling of his muscles contracting with my every move.

He pushed me on my back and groaned at the sight of my bra. I panicked for a second, thinking I was wearing the granny bra and panty set I normally wore, then relaxed when I saw when I remembered: I didn't have any of my normal sets clean, and the only one left was the ridiculous thing that Renee bought me last Christmas. I thanked her again, this time for the navy blue push up bra and matching lacy thong.

"I love that color," Edward groaned and he bent over to kiss along the line of my bra, teasing my flesh, as I felt the familiar wetness begin to rush to my lower region. He made short work of the bra and through it aside, leaving my top completely exposed, and once again he growled. He went right for my nipple, flicking with his tongue, then sucking on it shamelessly and greedily, while showing the other one attention my kneading and pinching. My breath started coming out in pants and gasps and all I managed was the occasional 'ohhhhh.'

Edward clicked his tongue. "Well that's not good enough," he said, and leaned down to put his mouth right by my ear, "I want to hear you scream my name."

I felt a hundred times wetter at his words, and he moved his hands down my flat stomach, kissing along the way, until he got to my shorts button. He undid it slowly, until he saw the lacy material of my navy blue thong. He pulled my shorts off at lightning speed. I felt so open being the only one without pants, so I lifted myself up and undid his, making sure to stroke the skin right above his boxer line, which elicited a hiss from Edward.

"Fuck, Bella. You're so god damn sexy," he growled and plundered my mouth once more before sucking his way down to my core. His fingers played with the edge of my panties, until I was literally begging for him to just rip them the hell off me.

He must have understood what I wanted, because the next thing to come out of his mouth was, "I can't give you what you want yet, Bella. That wouldn't be very fun, would it?" He smirked, and ran his finger across the heat of my panties, briefly hitting my most sensitive area. I whimpered at the lack of proper touch and he chuckled, clearly enjoying torturing me. I was so going to get him back for this…

He began to rub a little faster this time, and more frequently over my bundle of nerves.

"Please," I begged, and he complied. He ripped them off me (sorry, Renee) and began to work his magic with those delectable fingers of his. His hand moved furiously against my clit, rubbing harder and faster, and pinching.

"More," I growled, as I felt the coil in my stomach begin to tighten.

He grinned and picked up the pace, and I was so close, ready to burst, when he pinched my clit hard and I lost it. I threw my head back and clamped my eyes shut, moaning in ecstasy as my back arched off the bed.

"Yeah, that's it, cum for me," said Edward. Dirty talking Edward…yum…

After I got over my fit of ecstasy, I sat straight up and flipped us over so Edward was sitting propped up with a few pillows. I traced my fingers down his stomach and played with the edge of his boxers, until I couldn't take it anymore and ripped them off him. Nothing I could have ever fantasized did this man's huge, throbbing member any justice. I was worried about the size, but decided to throw all caution to the wind, since I was, after all, about to have sex with basically a stranger.

I stroked his cock with feather light touches, back and forth, as payback for his earlier stunt. He started to get all hot and bothered so I picked up the pace a little, and added more pressure, until my entire hand was fisted around him and I was pumping him at incredible speeds. He was panting and groaning, and, when I took him all in my mouth, yelling 'shit, Bella' over and over again. The bit I couldn't fit I stroked with one hand, and I could tell he was close. I used the other hand to cup his balls, and he was done.

"Unnnhhh Bella," he screamed as he came in my mouth. I swallowed him all quickly, wanting him inside me before he realized he was too good for me.

I straddled him and pleaded, "I need you now."

He grabbed my hips and teased my center with his rock hard erection. I whimpered and pleaded with him, and finally he obliged.

"You want my hard cock inside of you?"

"Ohhh yes, please!"

He lifted me up and positioned me over his cock, and then rammed me right down on him. He let me sit for a second or two to get adjusted to his Moby Dick like size, and then I started wriggling my hips, searching for some serious friction.

He guided me up and down his slick member, hitting my spot each time. All that could be heard were the sounds of our growls and moans and heavy breathing and dirty talking. It was bliss.

I swiveled my hips and the intermittent feeling of my favorite spot being hit at a different angle made the pressure build again, and even more so.

"Oh, Bella, I just love watching you ride my cock," Edward growled, and that sent me over the edge for the second time that night. I couldn't resist a dirty talking Edward. I threw my head back and screamed his name, "Edward!"

Not far behind me was his own climax overlapping with mine; as one.

"Unnnhhh fuckkkk Bella!" was his cry as his eyes bulged out of their sockets. We rode our orgasms out together until both of us were too tired to even move anymore. I slid off him and lied next to him on the silky sheets. I looked up at the ceiling with a big stupid grin on my face. Looking over at him to steal a glance, I saw that he was doing the same thing, and he met my gaze and chuckled as he spoke.

"Am I good neighbor or what?"

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