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I woke up this morning with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't quite sure where it came from, but I knew it had something to do with last night.

Last night…..

What the hell had happened last night? The last thing that I remembered was Alice dragging me to that God forsaken party. I had a few too many drinks, and….well, that was it. I couldn't remember anything after that. Damnit, Alice was supposed to keep me from doing something stupid.

"BELLA!!!!!!" speaking of the evil pixie. "Get your butt out of that bed. We have got a class to get to."

I groaned. The high pitched squeak that escaped her lips made my head hurt worse than it already did. "Alice," the name hurt as it left my lips. It scraped against my throat and barely made it around my tongue which felt like it had swollen several times its usual size. "Will you go away?" How had I allowed her to take me out on a Thursday night? I never did things like that.

She knocked on the door. I wanted to kill her at that moment. Loud banging and high pitched voices were not good things for someone to deal with then they had a hangover. My first hangover, mind you. "Nope," she said popping the 'p'. "You need to get out of that bed right now before I come in and force you out of it. And we both know that you don't want me to do that."

I buried my face into the pillow for a few more seconds before deciding that she was right. The last time I had let her drag me out of bed, she had also dressed me, and done my hair and makeup. It was the perfect start to a perfect day. Not.

"Just give me a minute, Alice. I need to figure out how to open my eyes without my brain exploding." I snuggled closer into the pillow, wishing that I could bury myself there.

There was a tinkling laugh on the other side of the door. "Someone needs to learn how to hold her alcohol."

I nearly growled at her. I would have done it if it wasn't for the fact that my throat would have killed me if I tried. "It's your fault that I'm having to even try. You know I don't drink, ever. This is all your fault."

She laughed even harder. "Just get out of bed. Class starts in an hour and you haven't even taking a shower. I've got Advil and coffee out here. You should come and get some before Rose and Angela beat you to it."

I finally worked up the strength to get up out of bed and went over to the door upon hearing the magic words. Coffee and Advil. I flung open the door, and immediately regretted it. Alice wasn't tall enough to block out any of the light that flooded in. I groaned and put my hand over my eyes. "I'm up, Alice, now you can go and do whatever it is that you do in the morning."

Alice was still laughing at me. I didn't know if I was going to be able to deal with it much longer. "I'm already ready, silly. Now my only job is to make sure that you're ready for class."

I pushed past her, "Did you say something about coffee?"

"Yup," she said, far too chipper for my taste. Wasn't she out drinking with me last night? I could have sworn that she was doing shots with me before I blacked out. "It's already been made, just waiting for you to pour. Since you have no experience with this kind of stuff, I'd suggest you drink it black. It will help sober you up faster. And trust me, you're going to want to be sober," she said cryptically.

I turned to look at her as she skipped to my side, "What the hell do you mean by that?" I usually didn't use words like that, but most of my body ached, and I wasn't in the mood for her riddles.

"I don't know what you mean, Bella." Her voice was far too innocent. I looked at her for a moment longer before I decided that I didn't want to know what she was thinking. If it involved me, I was sure I'd find out soon enough. I was even more sure that I didn't want to know what it was that she was up to.

I poured myself a mug of coffee for myself, but Alice held out two Advil and a glass of water in her hands. She pushed them at me. "Take these first. You'll feel better faster."

That was an offer that I couldn't refuse. I took them from her and quickly swallowed both the pills and the water. I needed to find some kind of relief. Maybe in the process, I could find some of my memories.

I was relieved when I started to feel better only about ten minutes later. I stepped into the shower and tried to quickly wash my hair and body. I was quickly running out of time, and I couldn't be late for class. Mr. Banner was not very accommodating when it came to truancy and tardy.

Alice and I were basically running to class, and I couldn't understand why my legs were so sore. Had I run some kind of marathon last night? I was going to ask Alice, but she was avoiding all conversation. Something completely unheard of when it came to Alice. She always had something to say.

She pulled me into our Biology class and her attention was immediately drawn by the blonde nerd sitting in the corner. He was a history geek, and I got the feeling that Alice had somehow finagled him into signing up for this class.

I looked after her for a moment and knew that she was lost. There was no way that I could draw her attention back to me now. I sighed before plopping down in the theatre like seats in the front of the class. I hoped that we'd discuss something interesting to distract me enough from what might have possibly happened last night.

I felt the air shift a few of the girls in the class giggle. I knew what that meant. The blazing Edward Cullen, star pitcher of the baseball team had just entered the room. I didn't bother to look up. I didn't want to look at the god that stood in the doorway. He probably didn't even know that I existed, let alone the my lower body reacted to just his presence. As it was, I had to shift in my seat slightly just knowing that he was in the room.

The air wooshed out of my lungs as someone who smelled strongly of honey and musk, the smell of him oddly reminded me of sunshine, sat down next to me. And there was no doubt in my mind that it was him. But I wouldn't allow myself to look up to confirm what I already knew. I didn't need for him to catch me ogling. That was what the baseball games were for.

"Alright class," Mr. Banner mumbled to get the class to calm down as he dropped his briefcase onto the table at the front of the class. He pushed a few buttons and the lights began to dim as the overhead began to hum. I didn't like these classes much. They were far too impersonal for my taste. I liked when a teacher knew how to challenge each specific student. I couldn't wait until I was in a high enough level that all of my classes would be like that.

I flipped open my notebook and crossed my legs, leaning back in the seat so I could look up at the overhead. I was trying very hard to concentrate of what Mr. Banner was telling us. It was mostly the simply photosynethesis stuff, but I still didn't have all the specific steps down when it came to the ATP and the NADP. Or was it NADPH? This was going to be a tough semester if I couldn't get this down. These were the basics of life.

Something touched my knee. Okay, it wasn't something, it was a hand. It was a rather large hand, the fingers long enough that it wrapped nearly completely around my leg. I looked up to see whose hand it was. I looked up at the well defined jaw of Edward Cullen. He wasn't looking at me, but there was a slight curve to his lips that told me he wasn't oblivious to my reaction.

I didn't know why he was doing this to me, but I couldn't find it in me to remove his hand. I just tried to push it to the back of mind so I could focus on class again. What class were we in? I looked up at the overhead. We were studying…photosynthesis. That meant Biology. That's right. ATP and NADPH. Wait, I think it's NADP.

I was finally able to think about something other than the hand on my knee and the incredibly fuckable man attatched to it when said hand moved farther up my leg.

His hand made its way up my bare thigh, scooting closer to the hem of my skirt. He was wearing the sexiest crooked grin that I had ever seen, only marred by the slight swelling of his lips that had been caused by our heavy makeout session on Emmett's couch. His hand made it to the hem of my skirt…

I shook my head, drawing myself away from the daydream. Daydreaming was not something that I had time for. I needed to concentrate on the class. Alice would be asking me for notes after class. I knew that she chose to sit in the corner with Jasper for a reason.

If only Edward would allow me to concentrate. Instead, he was busy rubbing maddening circles on the inside of my thigh with his thumb. The motion was driving me absolutely crazy.

He pushed me against the door of the room that he'd just pulled me in. Neither of us could take it any longer. The sexual tension had been building between us the whole fucking night and I needed to find some sort of release. His lips pried mine open and his tongue delved in. I gasped into his mouth as his hands snaked their way up my shirt, pushing the bra up and out of the way. He squeezed my breast and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my throat. He seemed to like my response because he repeated the action, harder this time.

"Bella," he grunted into my lips. I didn't know how he could get a full word out of his lips when they were joined so tightly with mine. My only possible response was a whimper. He took that as a sign to proceed. "I need to be inside of you, now." I whimpered again, hoping that he would understand my consent…

Biology, I reminded myself. I was learning about Biology, not Anatomy. Especially the Anatomy of the infuriating man sitting next to me. The one who's bold hand was now resting between my crossed legs. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the part of my brain that told me that I needed to open my legs and allow him access to the point where I was dying for him.

"Bella," he whispered huskily under his breath. "Where did you go?"

I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean, where did I go?"

He chuckled, "You can't play innocent with me, Bella."

I shifted slightly, wishing for some kind of friction, and he shifted his hand up further between my legs. He still hadn't reached anything that would give me any kind of relief, but it was far too much for me. This was THE Edward Cullen. He was not supposed to be feeling up someone like me. Especially not in the middle of a very crowded classroom. If he was going to, which wouldn't make any sense, he would do it somewhere that no one could see him doing it.

"Let's go somewhere more private," he said as he nibbled on my ear. "I think this is getting a little too PG-13 for this party."

I couldn't get the words out, buI my breathy moans and nod of my head must have been enough to convince him that I was willing. He pulled back to look at me with those incredibly green eyes before pulling me from the couch and literally running down the hall…

I gasped and looked up at Edward again. Could it possibly be?

He smirked again, as if he was able to see what was going on in my mind. "Are you going to answer my question? I hope you had a good excuse for leaving me alone in my bed."

I bit my lip as his pinkie finger skimmed the zipper of my jeans. "I don't know," I finally gasped out. Mr. Banner glared at me for a moment before continueing with his lecture. I lowered my voice, "I don't remember."

Edward's face contorted and his hand slipped away from my leg completely. I immediately missed the contact. "Do you remember anything about last night, Bella?"

I took a deep breath. There was something in his face that made him look like he was in extreme pain. "Things are starting to come back to me a little at a time. But, no, I don't remember much."

He looked thoughtful. He opened his mouth to say something, but then snapped it shut. He didn't say anything else to me for the rest of the class.

I was extremely frustrated because not only was he ignoring me now, but I'd lost all ability to concentrate on the stupid lecture. I tried to remember more about the night. Now that I knew something had happened, I wanted so badly to remember it. How could I forget anything that the man sitting next to me had done?

"Stupid, Alice," I grumbled under my breath. "Making me drink so much alcohol that I can't remember," I saw Edward's lips twitch in amusement as I continued to degrade my best friend under my breath.

Mr. Banner finally stopped droaning about the way that plants got their nutrition and starting packing up his briefcase again. I was pulling the strap of my messenger bag across my shoulder when Edward's fingers intertwined through mine and he was pulling me through the crowd of students who were heading to their next class.

I wouldn't have been able to keep up with him if he wasn't dragging me along. I was barely able to breathe at this pace, not that his presence allowed easy breathing to begin with. I didn't know what he was doing, but he dragged me into the library. He never let go of my hand as he pulled me to the front desk.

"Is there something I can help you with?" the elderly woman behind the desk smiled warmly at Edward.

"Yes, I'd like to get one of the private rooms downstairs." Edward wasn't even breathless. He must do a lot of running for baseball training because I felt like I was going to pass out.

The elderly woman looked between us suspiciously. "Please, miss" Edward spoke pleadingly. "We have a biology exam that we really need to study for."

She continued to eye us. "Young man, you know that you need to be in the honors college to rent out one of those rooms."

Edward smiled and held out his student ID for her to see. "Yes, ma'am. Edward Cullen. Honor's College."

She looked down at his ID and handed him an old key. "Room 218. Just go down to the second floor. The study rooms are along the back wall."

He sent her a dazzling smile before pulling me to the elevators. One was already on our floor and Edward pulled me in without even breaking his stride.

I had finally gotten control of my breath by this point. "Edward?" I asked, still a little light head. I wasn't sure if it was because of the brisk walk here or the fact that I was in a very small enclosed space with Edward. "What are we doing?"

He looked down at me, his emerald eyes studying my face carefully. "We are going to jog your memory."

My knees went slightly weak at his words. All words were again gone from my vocabulary, and I couldn't take my gaze away from his. The ding alerted us to the arrival of the proper floor, and Edward was again on the move. He didn't drop my hand as pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. Instead, he used our linked hands to sling me into the room ahead of him before following me in and swiftly closing and locking the door.

He pushed me against the door and glued his lips to mine. I couldn't get my mind to function, but my body sure knew what it was doing. Our lips moved together hungrily. It wasn't enough, though. My hands tangled into his hair, forcing him closer to me while his fingers dug into my hips to a point that it was almost painful.

The room was spinning when his lips moved from mine to my neck. He started nipping at the skin, making a slow progression from my jaw down to my shoulder. "You see, Bella, I had you just like this last night. You were writhing under my hands and lips as I devoured you. You can't believe how fucking good you tasted," he paused for a moment, "taste."

I tried to breathe, but I couldn't find the air with him talking to me like this. "You were too damn tempting in that skirt that you wore. I tried to be a gentleman, but the party was too crowded, and you ended up in my lap," he growled as he began lay open mouthed kisses along my collar bone.

His hands slipped under my tank top and he quickly pulled it over my head. He looked down at my breasts, "Yes, there they are." He pushed the bra up and out of the way before leaning down and taking one in his mouth. "You were straddling my lap and I could fell these little babies pushing against my chest. You can't imagine how fucking hard you were making me."

I gasped as he pulled on the nipple with his teeth. "Bella, when we finally got to the bed, you rode me so fucking hard, that I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to walk into class this morning." A small part of my brain connected this comment with how sore I had been running to class this morning.

"Edward," I gasped out, "I need..."

I could feel him smile as he engulfed my other nipple into his mouth. A strangled cry escaped my lips. I needed him, and he wasn't doing anything to help me. "What is it that you need, Bella?"

"F-f-fu…" I moaned and lost my words as he pushed his arousal into my stomach.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I can't understand you. Is there something that you wanted?"

I growled and pushed my hips toward his. "Fuck me." I didn't know how, but he'd pulled me down to a level of nearly begging. And I could tell, he was fucking enjoying it.

He looked up at me, his dark green eyes shocking me. He licked his lips after letting my breast fall from his lips. "That's exactly what you said last night."

I didn't know how, but I was suddenly lying on the table in the middle of the room. "Last night you rode me, but today, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never be able to forget."

My breath caught in my throat. He flicked the button of my jeans open and pulled the zipper down. He hooked his fingers underneath both my jeans and my panties. He pulled them all the way down my legs, letting them fall to the floor with my flip flops. As he stood back up, he slid his finger through dripping folds and brought it to his mouth. "I'm not sure that you really want me, Bella." He slid his finger through again. "You don't seem ready."

I bucked my hips toward him, breathing heavily. "Edward, please." I groaned as he pushed down on my clit. "Please."

He smirked as he pushed down harder with his thumb and plunged one of his fingers into me. I moaned as he began to pump in and out of me at a quick pace. He added a second finger, and then a third. "Cum for me, Bella." His voice was strained. He wanted to be inside of me as much as I wanted him there. "I want you to be completely ready for me. Now let go."

I did. My body gripped down on his fingers and I exploded around him. I screamed out as my body convulsed with pleasure. I heard a zipper somewhere close, and it wasn't until he grabbed my hips that reality sank back in.

"Look at me, Bella." My eyes snapped to his. "I want to see your eyes when I take you."

I nodded, and he pulled me to the end of the table. Without any warning, he thrust himself into me. It was quick, and I knew immediately that he wasn't a man of small proportions. "Fuck, Bella," his grip on my hips was so tight, I knew his fingerprints would be imprinted there for a long time to come.

He began to pump in and out of me, going deeper with each pass. I didn't know that something could fill me as completely as Edward was at that moment. He leaned down and took my breast in his mouth again. "Your body is so fucking perfect, Bella. I can't even think of anything that feels better than fucking you. You are so God damned tight," he groaned, "tight and hot."

He picked up his pace and I had to grab the sides of the table so he didn't push me too far. He grunted and I felt him pulse inside of me. His eyes locked with mine. "No one else can make you feel this way, Bella. I'm the only person who is going to bring you this kind of pleasure."

I chewed on my bottom lips, trying not to scream as the pressure built in the bottom of my stomach. He leaned forward, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my lips to his. "You are MINE, Bella. I want you to say it."

He'd banded me deep inside where no one else could. I couldn't deny it. "I'm yours, Edward. No one else can make me feel this way."

"Prove it," he growled against my lips. "Cum, now."

My muscles clamped down on his immediately, "I…" that was the only intelligible word I got out before I exploded. White streaks pulsed behind my eyes. Edward thrust into me once, twice, three more times before he stilled and emptied himself into me.

He collapsed on top of me. I could feel his uneven hot breath against my skin as we both tried to calm our heart rates. When his breathing had calmed a bit, he began to pepper kisses along my neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gently pulled me into a sitting position. He leaned down and kissed each of my breast before pulling the bra back down to cover him. The contrast of his actions was startling. Moments ago, every move had been rough and fast. But now, he was being gentle, caressing each part of my body reverently.

He helped me off the table and helped me into my jeans and pulled my shirt back down over my head. Then he leaned down and captured my lips with his. Our lips moved together slowly. He cupped my cheek and pulled back to look into my eyes. I sighed contentedly and leaned into his touch.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He was studying my face, looking for the truth.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Edward, you are so ridiculous." I intertwined my fingers with his. "You didn't hurt me, though I have a feeling you did last night."

He kissed my forehead, "Perhaps it's a good thing that you don't remember last night. It must have really hurt."

I shrugged, "It had to happen eventually. I suppose there are advantages to not having to remember the pain. I just can't believe that I forgot anything like that." I gestured toward the table.

There was a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, I suppose that you have a lot to make up to me then, don't you?"

I smirked back at him, "Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, that sexy, crooked grin firmly in place. "No, Bella, that's a promise."