This is the end.
"I love you, Bella," Edward murmured as he grazed my breast with his cheek.
The dinner with his parents went flawlessly, and luckily without incident.
Right now, though, I wanted to focus on Edward starting to unbutton the last remaining button on my blouse with his teeth.
Damn, it felt so good.
His teeth lingered on the only button left on my blouse, which happened to be in between the girls.
He quickly snapped it off and attached his mouth to my breast.
I started to pant.
"God damn," It felt like I had ran five miles, and he hadn't even taken our pants off yet.
"You're getting a bit too imaginative, Bella."
"No, I'm not," I opened my eyes as I stared across to my fabulous husband.
"No, we were merely making up a story, or you can call it discussing, what it would've been like if we were naive and stupid enough not to notice that we love each other," He grabbed my hadn and started to rub circles into it. "We should've put this on paper. It could've been your first romance novel."
He smirked at me and I smirked back.
I wasn't as naive as I depicted myself in our fantasy. Neither of us were.
When I actually did stumble into his life, I was confident enough to not be ignorant to him. And it turned out in our favor. Tanya left him as James left me.
So far, Edward and I had a great five year run.
"We wouldn't want me to make a romance novel, would we?" I kissed the back of his hand and laughed. "I would say that sex scene was very detailed, especially the one you told, in my point of view. Your pretty good with it. And that last chapter, what was that? Esme doesn't sound like that at all, actually. And you made me sound like a woman prick."
We both laughed.
"No, that would be the end of the world. And the sex scene was. I did a great job at your point of view if I may so so myself," It was his turn to kiss my hand. "I'd say you were good at my point of view, but it was a bit tweaked. You know that I love my mom more then anything, besides you of course, but I wanted to see what it would be like with a different kind of parent."
"Ah," My generic reply was rewarded by him switched sides and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I still don't feel it's finished. I'm going to finish it. Hand me the napkin."
"Okay," One of his hands left my waist as he grabbed the napkin. He quickly put it back into place and rested his head on my shoulder. "I have a feeling we're going to skip a bit, but we need a happy ending. We did have one, after all."
I turned and pecked him lightly on the lips. The pecking turned into heavy making out and light-headed-ness. We broke apart as I turned to my napkin.
"No more of that right now," Catching my breath, I grabbed a pen from my bag. "So, how do we end this?"
"Thats easy," He murmured into my ear. "I love my best friend."
"You're kidding me, right?"
Three months and a few hours later, I was ready.
Some people may say it was a fast move to be married three months after someone tells you they love you, but I had loved him for five years, and he had loved me.
I was ready to get this done.
The wedding march began to sound as my father dried his tears and looped my arm with his.
"You look great, kiddo."
I was the blushing bride, in white and with something new, something old, and something blue.
My smile began to grow as we turned the corner and my fiancee came into view.
He would be my husband very soon.
I would be his wife.
Soon enough, my father kissed my on the cheek as I was passed to Edward.
I was lost in the green orbs that had always captivated me, and always would.
I was happy.
"I do," I murmured at the end when I needed to.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Edward lightly kissed me on the lips and hugged me with all my might.
"I love you, my best friend."
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"I love you, too, my best friend."
I leaned into Edward as I sighed, satisfied with my work.
"This is true," I turned to face him. "I do love my best friend."
"As well as I," He smirked as he leaned in. "I love you too damn much, best friend."
-If your confused, just ask.
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