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Epilogue

"Please." His voice was rough with emotion and, as usual, Bella felt his words tugging at her soul. He reached up and hooked her smallest finger with his, both of them smiling at the electricity that still ran rampant between the two of them, even after all this time. It was the first time he'd touched her in two months, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his skin on hers, even if it was just her finger. She felt her heart begin to race, and when she opened her eyes again, Edward was smiling at her as though he could hear it too.

"I am free," he repeated. "Don't go."

"I—" she began, but he cut her off, placing one of his glorious long fingers against her lips. There was so much that was familiar about this moment, and yet Edward couldn't help but smile at the thought of the newness of this situation.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he found her lips with his own, kissing her deeply and delighting in the way she moaned softly against his mouth.

He pulled away and rested his head against her collar bone. "I've wanted to do that since the moment you showed up on my doorstep, Bella. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

This time it was Bella who sought him, running her hands up his back and shoulders and into his hair, pulling his head up to find his lips with her own.

It was true that everything about this moment felt so familiar, but unlike the other time he'd begged her to stay, when they'd stood in the tiny basement room of the church, and he'd tried in vain to cling to what wasn't his to have, he knew that this time she was his and he was hers. Forever.