Disclaimer: STEPHENIE MEYER is my real name...nah, if I said that I'd be going to the special place in hell for liars. :)

I sat in our meadow, pulling flower petals one by one. "He loves me…he loves me not...he loves me…" A slight breeze blew and a smell that can't be described hit me, make me a little dizzy. I shook my head and laughed quietly, a sound I knew he loved.

"Hi, Edward," I said without turning around. He was sitting next to me in an instant, staring at me with a shocked and confused expression on his face. We sat in silence for a moment before he finally spoke.

"How did you know it was me?" I smiled and answered his question.

"Well, silly, we've been together for a while now, you're my fiancée," I paused and wiggled the fingers of my left hand for emphasis and dramatic effect, "and nobody else smells the way you do." Edward's eyes got as big as dinner plates and confusion seemed permanently etched on his perfect features.

"What? Well…what do I smell like?"

"Well…" I had to think for a minute. "Well, take all of the best smells in the world, multiply it by like, 50 billion, and the end result is a fraction of what you smell like."

He looked pensive for a moment.

"Hmm...Well, I guess it's nice to know I can't sneak up on you, anymore; you'll smell me first. What are you doing, anyway?" I looked down and realized I was still pulling flower petals.

"…he loves me not…he loves me…he loves me not…" Edward put his head in his hands with a sigh. After a few seconds, he raised his head and sighed again.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you are absolutely ridiculous. That question can be easily answered without the use of that flower."

Without warning, Edward was kissing me senseless, not that I was complaining. In between kisses he would whisper, "I love you…I love you more…I love you…l love you more…"

My flower lay forgotten beside me and I decided now would be a bad time to tell Edward I only knew he was behind me because the wind was blowing.