The doors are locked and we're standing outside.

It's raining.

And I don't have an umbrella.


"What do you want to do?" I ask her.

"I don't know," she says. "Maybe get some coffee?"

I chuckle.

She laughs.

"I'm sorry," I tell her. "I don't have an umbrella and we'll have to walk."

"I don't mind," she says.

She reaches out and takes my hand.

And just like that, our fingers tangle and I am holding Bella Swan's hand.

And also just like that, it's not enough.

I have to kiss her.

I pull her and we're running.

She's laughing.

I'm giddy.

Trembling with it.

We duck into an alley on a side street.

I'm standing in front of her.

She's leaning against the wall.

Out of breath.

Her chest rising and falling as she breathes.

Wide eyes looking at me.

Wet hair and skin…and fucking beautiful.

"There's something I want to do," I tell her.




She doesn't move.


"Do you…?"

She pauses.




Rain water drips from her lip.

I stare.

And want to taste it.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asks.

"I'd be happy with holding your hand."

It's the truth.

That would make me happy.

She smiles and looks up at me.

Her eyes blinking from the rain.

"That's not what I asked."


"Ask me again."



"Do you want to kiss me?"

"So much."

Her hands reach up and wrap around my neck.

My hands circle around her waist.

I lean in and whisper, "I'm sorry it's raining."

"I'm not."

And then my lips are on hers.



It's more than I ever imagined.

And yeah…I've imagined it.

Nights and nights of imagining.



Sweet and wonderful and warm….just like her.

My hand strokes her cheek and she opens her mouth, whimpering into mine.

I die.

And live.

And life is good.

I'm breathing her breath, sweet and spearmint and longing that's finally requited.

Our tongues touch softly…exploring and tasting.

So good.

So, so good.

And all those nights.

All the coffee and the pie and the nerves and the waiting…

Wanting then.

Wanting still.

They were all worth it.

This kiss is worth it.

Bella is worth it.

I pull away, panting.

So is she.

I don't let go.

And neither does she.

"Wow," she says.

And I agree.



She giggles.

"I almost forgot," I say.



"What's that?"

"My last name."

"Edward Cullen," she says.

"Yeah," I tell her, kissing her lips once more.

"I like it."

I smile.

"I like you."

She smiles.

"A lot?"


I say it.


"Me, too."

"And Bella," I say. "Now you know everything."







Reviews are love.

Please leave me some.

So, this is the end. Or the beginning. Depending on how you want to look at it. This was always intended to be a short fic. About quietly getting to know someone. Honestly. Realistically. With no fanfare or drama.

Just simple words, true emotion and lots of coffee and sugar.

(I reserve the right to revisit them, however.)

Thank you for the massive love this week. I am truly astounded with a perma-grin attached to my face. And I adore you all so much for reading and taking the time to tell me what you think.

Marvar is amazing. I would write her poetry, but it would suck. So, I am left with little love notes at the bottom of all my chapters. But please know that I am currently drawing puffy hearts with my pink gel ink pen and writing her name in the middle of them. I love you, sweets. xoxo

And in case you didn't know: I do not own Twilight. Well, I do. But it's just a hardback edition of Stephenie Meyer's book.