Understanding the Difference Between Men

"Good Morning, Beautiful . . ."

Edward stood at the front door, one arm around a bundle of beautifully arranged lilies, the other holding a steamy bag filled with food. His smile was bright, although his eyes held signs of his late night adventures.

"Hey." She smiled, holding the door a bit wider to allow him in. "I didn't know if I was going to see you today."

"Nothing could keep me away." He entered the kitchen and deposited his cargo on the counter. "Even a damn thief who'd break into mama's store in the middle of the night."

"Oh, is everything okay?"

"Yes." Wrapping his arms around her, Edward pulled her close, her head finding that nook on his chest that felt so right and safe. "I missed you. I'm sorry I had to leave."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. That's not how I wanted you to spend you morning."


"Waking up in bed together, naked and ready to have my way with you. Aww… That sounds so much more to my liking."

She blushed, nodding her head against his chest, not daring to speak against the heady wave of lust enveloping her. His hands traveled down her spine, soothing and gentle. The lust melted away into something more tangible, more solid.

"Thank you," she said. His brows narrowed in question. "For showing me what a man should be. For allowing me to feel protected and cared for. For making me feel like I mean something to you."

His grip tightened around her and he pulled her close.

"You do mean something to me, Bella. You mean everything."

Yes, she thought. Because that was the difference between men.

AN: Thank you everyone for reading. This has been a fun exercise of my writing skills. I honestly didn't think I'd write this much, but here you go. LOL. This makes it one step closer to my official departure from the fandom. It's very bittersweet . . .