Stephenie Meyer owns these characters... I just wanted to play a bit. No copyright infringement intended. I don't own Twilight and everything here is fictional.

So everyone was so incredibly nice to me with Barely Breathing I thought I'd give this a try again.

To the person that guides me - you are an incredible woman and I'm lucky to have your support. I couldn't do it without you. No joke. and you know who you are.

So - yes this is just the prologue. I expect the chapters to be a bit longer than BB and it will be longer. I have the first few chapters ready, but not sure on a posting schedule yet. I'll keep you all posted!

So - just a taste of what's coming! I hope you like!


Edward's POV

I knew exactly where I would find her. I should never have let her storm off; I just didn't know how to react. Over the last week, I had come to know her as easy going and certainly hadn't expected a fight.

I grabbed my sweatshirt and slipped on my worn converse by the door. I stepped outside into the cool early evening air and headed toward the dock by the small lake. I could see her silhouette against the fading sunlight. As I reached the steps, she tensed her shoulders. I stepped down the stairs cautiously, unsure of the reception I would receive. I took in her beautiful profile; I was overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotion. I walked quietly up behind her. She didn't turn around or acknowledge my presence; instead she focused on the setting sun in front of us. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it to the ground. I moved as close as I could to her warm body, pushing her into the dock railing. I whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry."

I held her hands beneath mine, my body flush against hers, and I knew she could feel how hard I was getting. She pushed back gently against me. We remained silent, letting our bodies do the communicating. I groaned in her ear and softly sucked on her lobe... I then whispered, "You're so beautiful... I want you, baby." She turned into my embrace and pressed her soft breasts against my chest. She met my gaze and searched my eyes. For a brief moment, I worried I had pushed her too far. Then she seductively said, "I'm sorry too and fuck... I want you... so much."

She forced me to step backwards until my back hit the opposite railing. Her hands found my hair and pulled my head close. She ran the tip of her tongue along my lower lip, slowly sucking it into her mouth, then nipping it before letting go. I grasped the sides of her face. The last of the setting sun cast a glow on her tear stained cheeks. Brushing over them with my thumbs, I gazed into her eyes and covered her mouth with mine. There was nothing slow about that kiss. It was deep and it was passionate. My fingers delved into her silky hair as our tongues tangled, swirled and tasted. Her sexy moans drove me on.

She pulled her hands from my hair and trailed them lightly down my chest, scraping her nails along the way. I growled in response to the pleasure and the pain. Her lips found my neck… nipping and licking. She pushed me down by my shoulders so that I was forced to sit with my back against the railing. The tightening in my jeans was almost painful. As she straddled my lap her flowing skirt fell around us. I felt her warmth against my hardness and my hips unconsciously thrusted up. I heard her gasp suddenly at the sensation. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her face towards mine again needing the closer contact. I felt her hands quickly work their way between us and find the button on my jeans and with a flick of her wrist it came undone and so did I.



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