I have a few apologies to make so bear with me.

1. I am extremely sorry for the two and a half month wait. Some of you asked, and I can confidently say that I am NOT dead. Here me out. I would never stop writing with out telling you so there is a perfectly good reason. My computer crashed. Yes, I know, very anti-climactic. But yes, my computer did what all computers will eventually do, it crashed. But that was fixed three weeks later (it would have been sooner but my brother couldn't find the parts he needed to fix my computer (He's a computer freak, he builds my computers) so I had to wait a little extra). Then, there was a problem with hooking the internet up with my computer. Now, I'm not being boastful here or bragging, but I come from a very rich family. And because of that, my house is very technological. Everything runs of computers. My front door runs of a computer! If I made one mistake hooking up my computer with the internet, it could dis-power my whole house. It took a month and a half to get it right.

2. I am sorry if I did not give you a sneak peek. I couldn't. Read above problem. And, when I got the internet working (which was today) I didn't want to waste time with posting sneak peeks when you would get the whole chapter in the next minute.

ok, I'm done. I'm sorry.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to Asoloutely EVERYBODY! Thank you so much for your kind words. Especially k2rduk.Your words had me feeling like Jelly inside. Lol, thanks for letting me know what NM stood for, I feel like an idiot... that one was obvious :D

I'm sorry, once again, Please enjoy!

Song: Angels Brought Me Here, Guy Sebastien

Edward's P.O.V

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a heated glow upon me. But that wasn't what was keeping me warm. I lifted my tired eyes and grinned at what I had awoken to. There, in my arms, lay Bella, sleeping peacefully on my chest, her head tucked underneath my chin and her arms around my torso. Her legs were twisted with mine and my hands were wrapped around her, protecting her from the storm last night. I thought back to what she had said – how she had run away – and cringed. How could anybody that young do something like that? I looked down at Bella again and realized only someone as strong as Bella could.

It was then – as I was still gazing upon her sleeping form – that I realized the attire she was in. Her breasts, encased in a white singlet with red trimming, were pressed against my chest and squeezing out of their confines. I groaned as I tightened my hold around her and nestled my face into her hair. She smelled like strawberries. I swept back the bangs of hair that rested on her cheeks. She was perfect. I chuckled slightly to myself. Okay, not perfect. She was... perfectly imperfect. I grinned to myself, that about summed it up.

Though I knew I had work today I didn't want to get up. I glanced at the clock. Six am. I could risk a couple of hours. So I did. I grabbed the phone of my night stand and scrolled down the contacts list until I found my P.A. I click send and waited for Tanya to pick up.

"Hello?" called Tanya's low alto voice from the other end.

"Hello, Tanya. It's Edward." I heard some shuffling on the other end before she spoke again.

"Edward, Hi! What can I do for you?" she asked pleasantly.

"I'm going to be coming into the office a little later. Ten o'clock maybe."

"Oh, ok. May I ask why?" she asked, not hiding her curiosity very well.

"Edward?" That wasn't Tanya's voice. I looked beside me and saw Bella still sound asleep. Had she just spoken?

"Was that... Edward, was that a woman?" Tanya asked suspiciously.

"I got to go," I stuttered, "Ten o'clock." I placed the phone back on my night stand and looked over at Bella. She was still sound asleep but I was sure that that was her voice.

"Bella? Are you awake?" I asked, feeling more than a little stupid. "Bella?"

She didn't answer, only gripped my torso harder. "Edward."

So she did talk. But she was still asleep? Then it dawned on me. I grinned and chuckled. She was a sleep talker.

"Bella, what's your favourite colour?" I asked, finding the situation a little more than funny.

She mumbled, "Green," before snuggling further into my chest. I snickered, she was so cute.

"Who do you like better, Me or Jacob?" I asked, half serious.

"Edward. Always." I nodded as if to say, 'damn straight!'.

I don't know what possessed me to ask, but I did. "Bella, how do you feel about me?"

I held my breath. I'm not sure if I wanted to hear the answer to that question.

"Confused," she mumbled into my chest. Confused? What on earth could she possibly be confused about? I glanced back at the clock and realized that I had all of three hours to revel in this bliss. So I brought the covers higher over us and wrapped my arms back around Bella, falling into the most peaceful sleep that I had ever managed.

Bella's P.O.V

Something was different. Something was warmer. Something was breathing down the side of my neck. Something was tickling my sides softly. Something was perfect. Not wanting to wake up disappointed, I snuggled further into my pillow trying to force myself deeper into the dream. Only it wasn't my pillow. My eyes shot open, instead of fluttering gradually like they do most mornings. I was lying on something firm, something smooth. Without looking at it I let my hand gently brush over it. It trembled, making my hand recoil in surprise. I stared straight at the wall eyebrows pulling as I ran my hand against it again. It was as smooth as butter, but hard and firm. It wasn't flat, I'd decided, as I ran my hand over it again, feeling the dips and inclines of it. It shuddered again. The warmth around me tightened as I was lightly crushed to the heat beneath me. The hot air that was fanning down my neck increased slightly. Then I heard it sigh. My 'pillow' sighed.

I shot straight up into the air. Looking down at what I had been lying on. My eyes widened in surprise, and slightly in awe.

His chest was bare, moving rhythmically up and down with his breathing. His lips, pink and smooth, were parted slightly. I noticed his hands were wrapped around me, sort of like he was protecting me from something. The sheets were down to my waist, so I could see a sliver of the silky black boxers that were riding low on his hips. I blushed, noticing feint, light hairs travelling from his navel downwards into his thin, ebony boxers. His coppery coloured hair was a mess. It was everywhere, sticking up and pointing outward. I chuckled slightly and brushed it to the side, so I could see his soft eyelids. I traced over them lightly, smiling at how peaceful he looked. I didn't notice his hand creep up and grab a hold of my wrist.

I froze. My heart started beating double time at being caught. I was scared to hear what he would say. Did he regret last night? Not that we did anything bad... But would he regret letting me back into his house? Regret holding me and comforting me? Would he remember how easy his life was before me?

His eyes fluttered open, his green orbs staring into my brown ones. A small grin crept up onto his face as he released my hand.

"Good morning," he murmured. I felt my cheeks start to redden as I stared deeply into his half asleep eyes. He started to sit up but fell back onto the pillows beneath him. I heard him chuckle before I realized what was wrong. If I thought my cheeks where red before I was sadly mistaken; my cheeks where ablaze as I jumped off his chest and to the very edge of the bed.

"Morning," I whispered. He started to sit up and I moved further away to give him more room. His joints cracked as he stretched his arms above his head, fingers joint and palms towards the ceiling. He looked over at me and frowned a little, eye's squinting in the little light coming from between the curtains. As if his mood changed all together, his lips curved upwards and he sprang out of bed, not seeming to mind the fact that he was only in black, silky boxers. Isure didn't mind. He walked around to my side of the bed and I bit my lip from groaning at the sight of Edward shirtless and in boxes that were extremely low on his hips. If I squinted, I could just make out the tiny trail of fair hair that led down to...

"Did you want breakfast? I'm sure the cooks have already made something." My eyes shot up from his, erm, well crotch, and I looked straight into his glowing orbs. He had one arm stretched out towards me and I took it without hesitation. Only when I was standing did I realize I was practically wearing nothing. I tried not to scream at myself as I looked in horror at my extremely short boy shorts and cropped white singlet trimmed with red that showed a generous amount of my cleavage. (pic on profile). I thought it was cute at the time I had bought it but now all I wanted to do was try to cover myself up as Edward stared on in... disgust? Oh God, he thought I was a slut! His eyes were as wide as saucers and his mouth was struggling to keep itself closed. I could see his chest frozen halfway through breath. I wouldn't blame him for thinking I was a slut, my shorts were practically nothing. I felt like I was naked standing in front of him.

"Um," his voice cracked, "breakfast," he mumbled as he walked out of the room. I wanted to scream. All of my emotions were so confusing! Since when did I care if I wasn't covered? Since when did I start blushing?! Since when... Since when did I start caring of what people thought of me, especially Edward? I mean, I get why I cared why I tried to behave a little better in front of Edward – I mean, he was letting me stay with him – But when did I start caring if he thought I was a slut? I practically was, I had been around the block more time than I had liked to count. But I had never cheated on Tyler, no, we just had these breaks from each other often, and it was then that I had slept with another guy... or two or three or... twenty-six... but never when we were back together again. Stupid fucking cheating boyfriend.

And since when did I care if Edward thought I looked disgusting? I mean, I knew I had an alright body, but when Edward looked at me that way I wanted to cry.

Ugh, I was getting a migraine thinking so much, have I mentioned I hated thinking???

Edward's P.O.V

I re-woke to a small sensation that was seeping through the skin expanded over my forehead, boiling my blood beneath it. The sensation moved towards my hair and down to my eyelids. It was intense, like the feeling of electricity zapping you, only you could feel the sensation of it and not the pain that came with it. The electricity started sweeping around my eyes, and in a feeble attempt, I tried to catch it. Surprisingly, I did.

It was solid and warm, really warm, like it had been shoved in a flame or had been out in the sun all day with the temperature blazing at one-hundred and five degrees – not that it ever got to that kind of heat around here. It was also very smooth, like a pebble that had been washed over by the surf many times.

Curiosity made my eyes flicker open and I was met by the gorgeous sight of Bella. I felt myself beam as I released her hand, realizing that it had been her wrist that I had caught.

"Good Morning," I murmured, my voice thick with sleep. I tried to sit up but was forced down by a heft weight on my chest. I chuckled when I realized that it was the ever so beautiful Bella. She blushed bright red and got off me, much to my disappointment. I sat up and stretched my hands over my head, hearing my joints pop like popcorn. I glanced to where I thought Bella was and realized she was all the way on the other side of the bed, which made me frown. But then my mind flickered back to the night before, how I had held her, how I had kissed the smooth skin on her forehead...

And that made me smile again. I jumped out of bed and raced around to the other side of the bed where Bella had been resting, holding out my hand for her to take.

"Did you want breakfast? I'm sure the cooks have already made something." I racked my mind for what day it was, and tried to remember what the cooks cooked on that day. I think it was Thursday, so the special today would be... Pancakes! She nodded and took my hand.

I tried to hide my moan of pleasure as the spark flowed through my hands and up into my veins which led to my beating heart, which made it race even faster. And then I saw what she was wearing.

I had already seen it, but I hadn't realized how short those boy-shorts actually were when she was laying on top of me, or how low that singlet top was. I couldn't concentrate on anything apart from the fact that I had a sexy brunette with bed hair standing in front of me. Her legs seemed to go on for miles and her chest seemed to pop out without restraint. I groan when I realized that it wasn't restrained. She wasn't wearing a bra. My hands ached with a feeling that was new to me, it urged me to reach out and grab her, a certain part of her...

I was knocked out of me reverie – sort of – when Bella's hands crossed in front of her chest.

"Um, breakfast," I mumbled as I strode out of my door and down the flight of stairs in ten seconds flat. Only when I reached the bottom floor did I realize I was only in a pair of boxers that were slipping of me. I blushed and pulled them up, hurrying up the stairs again. Out of breath, I slipped into my room and noticed Bella wasn't there. I threw myself into the wardrobe and picked out a sweater and some jeans. I didn't really process what I was doing, and I ended up putting my pants on backwards.

I kept thinking about how Bella made me feel. How she stirred up things in me that I had never felt before. I grinned when I thought back to this morning, how it had felt to wake up with her soft hair in my nose and her warm body on my chest, and when she had jumped up and hugged me, her scent floating around me, as she thanked me last night. I sighed running a hand through my hair.

And then I thought about how I felt when I had saw her in her... pyjamas. I felt myself harden as I thought of how long her legs went for. These feeling were new to me too. I had never really... Well, I've never been with... I haven't exactly.... well, I've never really been intimate with a woman before. I never really had the time to be... doing that kind of stuff. And I never really thought about it either. But now, every time I see Bella I feel all the blood rush down to my...

"Edward?" I heard Bella's muffled voice call through my door.

"Yeah?" I called back, glad that she pulled me out of my thoughts before that got the better of me.

"Are you coming?" she asked sweetly, oblivious to the thoughts I was having of her.

"Uh, yeah, give me ten minutes." I called back, thinking that would be enough time to get rid of my... uh... obvious problem.

Bella's P.O.V

I am so stupid. I can't be having these thought about Edward, it was wrong., on so many levels. It was like... well, it doesn't matter what it was like, since Edward would inever

feel that way about me. Damn it, and I shouldn't be hoping he would too! Ugh, I was so mad I could just slap myself. I just couldn't help myself though, when I had noticed his feint, light hairs travelling from his navel downwards into his thin, ebony boxers.

Bella, just stop thinking and get dressed, I ordered myself. I made my way to the dresser and pulled out a white spaghetti strap whit gold shorts. I forced them onto my body then tossed a white scarf over it, trying to make myself look presentable. (Pic on Profile). I sauntered over to my full length mirror hanging on the back of my door and tried to fix my unruly hair with a brush. I managed to comb it out, letting it hang there in loose and slightly messy waves. I frowned, it didn't look any better. I brushed it out some more, achieving in making it into a neat, high-pony.

I left my socks on and hurried down the stairs to the dining room. It was the same as always, and it was Thursday, so that meat that today's special for breakfast would be pancakes, which explained the whipped cream, maple syrup and ice-cream that was laid on the table. There were jams of all kind in a row in the far south end of the table and fruit, like always, that covered every inch of the table. The juice was up at the opposite end from the jams and like always there was a steaming cup of coffee in Edwards's place. It was all fabulous, except for one thing.

I tried to calm myself in an attempt from not running up the stairs. I forced myself to slowly climb the stairs to Edward's room and knock softly on his door.

"Edward?" I called. I could hear shuffling from the other side of the room.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"Are you coming? I asked gently, not wanting to seem to eager. I don't think it worked.

"Uh, yeah, give me ten minutes." Ten minutes!? What am I supposed to do for ten minutes? I looked around for something to do when I heard a beeping coming from down the hall. I followed the sound into my room and pulled out a small black cell phone that Rose had given me when I had lost my old one. It was flashing, flaunting a bubble that red 'one un-read message'. I scrolled to the new message then opened it.

Where the fck were u lst nite? U were sposed 2 me n em at the club, rmemba?

Oh yeah. I was. That's twice I've blown Rose off. Not good. I'll have to make it up to her. Even though I knew I would have traded nothing for last night. Ugh! What is wrong with me!? Last night was nothing special! He was just protecting me from my stupid phobia of rainstorms and was listening with concerned eyes as I told him about my deepest darkest secret that not even Rose knows about, and he was only holding and softly stroking my hair as I was crying... Yeah... nothing special.

I put my phone away, making a mental note to call Rose and beg for her forgiveness – I think I've mentioned it before, but you do NOT want to get on Rose's bad side.

Still having around seven minutes until Edward would be ready, I wandered down to his lounge room, where he kept all his books. I scanned through the covers and names of all the books he had. I noticed he had a lot of Shakespeare, Jane Austen and a very battered copy of a book by Emily Bronte. I pulled it out of its tight wedge between Sense and Sensibility and The Awakening and flicked through its tattered pages, noticing that nearly all the pages had been doggy-eared, some having more creases than others. Many pagers were torn at the bottom from turning the pages too quickly or roughly, and some of the words had been smeared due to water and coffee stains. I shut the book and flipped it around, reading its title. Wuthering Heights. Never read it, not that I had really read anything. Never thought much of books, but this specific one obviously meant something to Edward. It was so old and tatty meaning Edward had read this book many times.

I put the old book down carefully and picked up the book that had been next to it, Sense and Sensibility. I caressed its glossy cover, this one had obviously not been objected to go through as much as the other book had. I flicked open to that had recently doggy-eared and read a small short passage that seemed to jump out at me from the book.

"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere . . . "

"Have you ever read it?" A low, quiet voice called from behind me. I jumped up in shock and dropped the book to the ground, its pages creased from its awkward fall.

"Edward!" I exclaimed, watching his little crooked grin grace his face as I bent down to retrieve his book of the floor. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, and then motioned for the book. I handed it to him wordlessly. He placed it back on the shelf and then held his and out for me. Was I... supposed to take it? Then what? Hold his hand to the dining room? My mind jumped at that thought and grasped his hand in mine tightly. He pulled me along side of him, rearranging our fingers so that his were the ones that were holding onto mine. I just about fainted. This was a very stupid idea, it's not helping in my Resist Edward plan. In fact, I'm pretty sure he could hear my heart beating from here.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as we were descending the last flight of stairs. i nodded my head and we entered the dining room. He let go of my hand and I discretely frowned. I made my way to my usual seat but stopped as I saw Edward holding out the chair next to him, smiling sweetly. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't that I actually wanted to sit there; it was because Edward was smiling so sweetly... which was a total and awful lie. I smiled brightly as I took my seat next to Edward and started pouring myself some juice. Edward reach across me and pull two pancakes from the stack that was in front of me and placed them on my plate. He then grabbed the whipped cream and gave me a huge dollop, placing small sliced of strawberry on top and sprinkling the whole thing with icing sugar. I just stared in shock. He glanced at me and seemed to shrink back into his chair.

"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, his cheeks tinted pink, "I shouldn't have done that." I smiled, well grinned actually and shook my head.

" I don't mind, but I'm curious, how did you know that was my favourite way to dress my pancake?" This made his cheeks only grow pinker.

"Well, I remember," I stated. I cocked my head in confusion, when did I ever tell him that I liked strawberries and whipped cream on my pancake? "Each Thursday morning, you would always grab two pancakes then squirt them with a huge helping of whipped cream and then place strawberries on them, arranging them in a circle around the whipped cream. Then, you would sprinkle icing sugar all over it and eat it like there's no tomorrow." I blushed bright red.

"I did not!" I exclaimed, cutting my pancake with a knife into small bit-sized pieces and eating them daintily, making a show of it. He just laughed, rolling his eyes at me.

"Are you going to work today?" I needed to broach the topic of employment...

"Yeah, but I don't need till go in for," he checked his watch, 'well around half an hour. I have until ten. It's nine already." That saddened me. He was leaving so soon?

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, trying to think of how to initiate this conversation. I decided to just go for it.

"Umm, Edward?" I asked. He turned to me with a mouthful of pancake and hummed, "Hmmm?"

I giggled, I couldn't help it. He swallowed his pancake and grinned, re-answering, "Yes?"

"I was wondering... did You hire anymore gophers?" I asked lightly. I could here him chuckle but refused to look like this affected me.

"The job is yours, Bella." I grinned and thanked him quietly.

Edward's P.O.V

Nine-thirty. I sighed; I would probably have to leave now. I glanced at Bella who was looking at my books again, Wuthering height in particular. I chuckled, that book had been through hell and back with me. It was my favourite classic, although some would argue that you had to have an acquired taste to be able to stand that book.

"Hmmm," I heard Bella hum in thought. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss that delicate little skin above her collarbone and ask her what she was thinking about.

I watched as Bella put the book down and sauntered over to me. I don't know if it was intentional or not but she looked absolutely ravishing with her swaying hips and sultry eyes. Those tofu coloured pools flicked above me and then settled on my face. She smiled a tiny half smile before whispering, "You have to go."

I frowned. I didn't want to leave right now. But, instead of following through with my desires, I nodded and made my way to the door, grabbing my suitcase before heading down the flights of stairs, Bella tailing me as I went.

I reached the door and as I out my hand on the handle, I turned back to give her a friendly smile. When she returned it, I opened it and stepped out into the surprising warmth that was welcomed after last night's storm. I closed the door behind me, shutting my view from Bella's face as I walked out to my Baby.

Just as I was stepping into my car, I heard my name being called.

"Edward!" I looked back behind me in the direction of my house and saw Bella running hastily towards me.

"Edward," she huffed, "Wait."

I waited until she had regained her breath and stepped out of the car to her side.

"Yes Bella?"

I watched as she bit her lip in thought, the plump redness of it hiding behind her pearly teeth. "Would you be like to come out to dinner with me and my friend tonight?"

I blanched. "What?"

She had never asked me to go somewhere with her, and although it wasn't, it kind of sounded like a... date. With her friend there.

"Um, I promised my friend I would go out with her last night but I couldn't," her cheeks reddened, "So I promised I would make it up to her. I want to take her and her fiancé out to dinner... and I want you to be there."

I want you to be there

Am I allowed to scream things from mountain tops? Is it legal? Because if it is, I need a ticket to Mt. Everest. Now.

She wanted me to go to dinner with her. Me! It wasn't a, 'Come if you want to,' deal, it was an, 'I want you to be there,' deal. I felt a giant grin stretch across my face as I hopped back into my car.

"I would love to go with you." She beamed as I started my engine, the soft purring making a loud growl as I revved it.

"Great! Meet me at Stanley's and Seaforth's at seven!" she called the noise.

"I have a better idea," I called back. "You meet me at Assagio's."

I didn't stay long enough to hear her objections.

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