Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Or Starbucks. Ha. I just realized I'm sick of disclaimers. Oh well.

2. So Be It

I nestled into the coarse, synthetic grass, hating the itchy feeling against my bare skin. I could already tell this shoot wouldn't be as amazing as the last one, but then again I had yet to meet the male model that I would be working with.

And then I saw him.

He was beautiful. His hair was bronze like mine, and his pale, perfectly sculpted chest reminded me of a statue of a Greek god. I thankfully noted that he was wearing a long pair of silky pajama pants, his outfit not nearly as skimpy as mine. He smiled a crooked smile at me, and took his seat in the fake, crunchy grass next to me.

"Edward," he said, his voice velvety smooth.

"Renesmee," I replied, trying to match his relaxed demeanor.

He smiled at me again, and before he could say something else, the director started screaming at us. I was beginning to loathe that woman.

"Edward, scoot back closer! And wrap your arms around him—yeah, just like that."

He was sitting in front of me, his legs crossed Indian style. I was behind him, my arms wrapped loosely around his middle. Even though we were half-naked, the shoot was a lot less intense than the last one. I think it had something to do with how I wasn't nearly as attracted to Edward as I was Nahuel. Edward and I were keeping casual conversation the whole shoot, both of us ignoring the fact that we were lacking a suitable amount of clothing.

After the shoot, Edward approached me. "If you want to, maybe we could get coffee later? If your not busy, that is," he asked, and I knew he meant just as friends. But obviously, Nahuel didn't.

"Yes," he agreed, coming up behind me. "What a marvelous idea. I'm sure we can round up a few more of the models for a little outing to the nearest Starbucks."

Edward's eyes narrowed, but his aggravation with Nahuel didn't affect his words at all. "Even better. The more the merrier, as they always say."

So it was settled. I had one more shoot, this time by myself, where I was in a strapless, floor length, pale pink dress. Thankfully, I had a different shoot director this time, one who was much more quieter and pretty much let me do my own thing. Before long, the cameras were being put away, and the models were changing back into the clothes they had come in.

"I heard you have plans after the shoot," Aileen commented, after I was back in my sweats. "Care if I join you?"

I shrugged. "I think most of the people here are going, you might as well come."

Aileen smiles. "Thanks. I could really use some espresso right now." Suddenly, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side, behind a rack of gowns. "By the way, I saw your first shoot, and I think I should warn you that—"

"That I shouldn't get serious with him," I finished for her. "Because relationships with other models never work out."

Aileen smiled. "Actually, I believe relationships with models are pretty fun. I was a model a few years ago, before I got pregnant, and—"

"You have a kid?" I practically yelled.

"Yes. A three-year-old boy, Zeke. Can I finish my story now?" Aileen asked.

"Sorry, go right ahead."

"Anyway, back when I was a model, I had flings all the time with the hot guys in my shoots. Most the time we connected off camera. I always thought the intimacy was fake and awkward on the shoots. Although, it didn't look like you were faking it with that Nazhul kid."

"Nahuel," I corrected her. "And you're right. That was just about the sexiest kiss of my life."

"So, all I'm saying is, if you want to hook-up with a hot model, all you have to do is make sure you're straightforward with him. Let him know that you only want him for the sex," Aileen explained to me.

I blushed. "I can't just say that to a guy. And maybe I want more than just sex with Nahuel. Maybe I want an actual relationship."

Aileen shook her head. "No you don't. Because the next day, you'll see an ad with him in it, sucking face with a random girl. And then it all goes down hill from there. My advice: keep real relationships out of your career. There's nothing like going to work, seeing your ex's face every day."

"Your ex works with our modeling agency?"

"Yeah," Aileen said with a sigh. "It's pure torture."

"I bet."

"Hey Renesmee, you ready? We're getting ready to head out. There's a coffee shop across the street," Edward called from across the room.

"Be right there!" I replied.

Aileen narrowed her eyes. "What's the deal with him?"

I shrugged. "Edward and I are just friends. Besides, he's kind of old. He looks like he's 30."

Aileen tilted her head to the side as she studied Edward from afar. "You're right. He's definitely older." She grinned. "But not too old… I'm sure he's had lots of experience when it comes to—"

I held up my hand. "Ugh, Aileen. Is that all you can think about when you look at a guy?" I asked her as we made our way to the door.

She laughed. "I'm just sharing some of my knowledge with you, Renesmee. No need to be ungrateful."

"I'm being ungrateful," I muttered to her, ducking into the crowded elevator. She raised her eyebrows, but didn't reply. Our conversation wasn't private anymore now that we were smashed into an elevator with ten other people.

I looked up to notice that the warm body I was pressed against actually belonged to Edward. I smiled up at him, and he smiled back. "How did your last shoot go?" he asked politely.

"Not as good as the second," I said with a wink. We both laughed lightly. "What about you?"

"It was pretty awesome." I pretended to look hurt. "But still not nearly as marvelous at ours," he hastily responded.

I nodded, and the elevator came to a stop. The doors open, and everyone poured out of the cramped space, moving as a group toward the small, authentic looking coffee shop across the street.

"If you're just friends, why were you flirting with him just now?" Aileen murmured from right next to me. I jumped, but quickly recovered.

"We were just fooling around. Friends do that, you know," I responded casually.

Aileen frowned. "Nahuel, straight ahead. Have you decided about him yet?"

"Nope. I'm just going to see how things go."

"And if you wind up in his bed tonight?" Aileen asked.

"So be it," I said with a smile.

"So be it," she replied with a laugh.

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Nahuel was jealous.

It was clearly written on his face that he wished that he was the one sitting next to me, the one making me laugh, not Edward.

He scowled from across the table, and took a bite out of his doughnut. I felt sorry for him. His gaze shifted from Edward to me, and he smiled as he caught my eye. I smiled back, silently assuring him that I hadn't forgotten him.

Laughter erupted across the table as Edward finished his joke next to me. On my other side, Aileen was laughing so hard that she was snorting. I frowned, wishing I hadn't missed out on the joke.

"Edward," I began, getting his attention. "Do you know what time it is?"

He glanced at the Rolex on his wrist. "One thirty-three… why, do you have somewhere else to be?"

I shook my head. "No, but I think it's about time for me to head out. One more coffee and I think I'll pass out of caffeine intake."

Edward nodded. "I'll see you around, okay?"

"Okay," I said with a smile. We had exchanged phone numbers and emails earlier. "I'll give you a call if I'm ever in need of a companion."

I said goodbye to Aileen, and had just left the café when I felt a hand on my forearm. I turned to find Nahuel, smiling at me. "Care if I walk you home?" he asked.

"Not at all," I replied with grin. We set off down the sidewalk in a leisurely stroll, bumping shoulders as we walked. We talked about random, pointless things the next twenty minutes, until we made it to my building. I paused, wondering if I should invite him inside. It seemed like the polite thing to do, but I still couldn't deny my attraction to him, and the thought of being in the loft alone with him…

"Can I be honest with you?" Nahuel asked, breaking my thoughts, which had suddenly become a little too dirty.

"Of course, Nahuel," I replied. I wondered where this was leading.

He took a deep breath. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since our shoot."

My mouth opened slightly, and I was so taken aback that I couldn't find words. Nahuel's gaze was piercing, his eyes never leaving mine. "I—I… wow," I finally managed.

"I'm sorry… was I too forward?" he asked, looking worried.

"I…" I began, finding my voice. "Yes. Yes you were."

"Renesmee, again, I'm sorry."

"No, no. I… I liked it," I said truthfully. "I kind of have a thing for guys who are honest. Guys who don't shy away from their feelings."

Nahuel's smile was blinding. He reached down and intertwined both of his hands in mine. I didn't object. "Well then, if you don't mind me being forward again…" He lowered his face towards mine, and I knew what was coming. I even stood on my tiptoes to close the last inch between us. His lips were even softer than I remembered, and I soon lost myself in their feeling.

When we finally broke apart, I couldn't hide my smile. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For the best two kisses of my life."

Nahuel released his grip on my hands, only to wrap his arms around my waist in a tight embrace. "Care for a third?" he murmured in my ear.

I smiled. "I definitely would."

This time, he kissed me with such force that I staggered backward, my back pressed against the door to my building. My arms curled around his neck, and Nahuel's tongue grazed along my lips, begging for entrance.

I granted it, but I still pulled away sooner than I had liked. "Nahuel… people are staring," I whispered to him. And then boldly, I asked: "We could take it inside, if you'd like."

"That's a brilliant suggestion," he replied, his fingers trailing along the hemline of my sweatshirt. I was surprised by how badly I wanted his hands to duck under the fabric, smoothing his fingers across my flesh.

I shivered, unlocking the door. We quickly made our way to the elevator, and as soon as the door shut behind us, we were at it again, our lips dancing together magically. I barely noticed when the elevator door opened with a ding, and the doors had almost shut again before Nahuel found a free hand to reach out and grab them before they closed.

I fumbled with the apartment key for what felt like eternity. Nahuel's hot, fast breathing tickled my neck, providing a distraction that was hard to ignore. Finally, we made it inside, the door closing softly behind us. We were both panting, and I found the sight of it so amusing that I giggled. Nahuel stood in front of me, his body so close to mine, his face so intense, and I lost my amusement, transfixed by the burning desire deep inside of me to jump on top of him and attack him with my lips.

My last legible thought was wondering where Bella kept the condoms, and then everything faded into a mix of fireworks and heady breathing.

A/N: :) I'm so happy I finally finished this. You have no idea. The sad thing was, I knew what I was going to write, even what I wanted to write, but I just couldn't get motivated to sit down and actually type it. But now that it's all done and posted, I hope it was worth the wait. So review... yeah. It's kinda late, and I'm not exactly feeling all that chipper. But trust me. I am happy. I'm just too tired to type happy. Gr. I'm rambling. Sorry.

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