A/N Sorry for the delay. FF seems to be working now, so here we go! I know I said it'd be awards this week but our twosome wanted to spend some time together before Edward headed to NY. I hope you don't mind!

Sideline Collision Chapter 14

"You're perfectly healthy."

I narrowed my eyes at Doctor Carver. Clearly he was a fucking hack. "How can you say there's nothing wrong with me?"

He folded his arms and peered at me over his ridiculous fucking glasses. "Because it's true. You don't have any aches and pains, do you?" I shook my head impatiently. "Your heart's healthy, blood work came back negative, and your reflexes are fine. There's nothing wrong with you."

Then why did I feel so fucking weird all the damn time? "I told you I keep getting this weird feeling in my stomach. You should x-ray me or something." We had all this fucking equipment, why he wasn't using it to make sure I didn't have some scary medical issue was beyond me.

"It sounds like stress. With everything that's going on, that makes perfect sense. You've got the Heisman ceremony coming up and the game. It's no wonder you're nervous."

Nervous? Edward Cullen didn't do nervous. Where'd this fucking moron get his medical license, UF? "I'm not nervous." That was the fucking point. I wasn't nervous about anything, not even my relationship with Reed Girl. "That's the thing. I'm too calm about certain things that I shouldn't be calm about."

He stared at me like I'd grown another head. "You're too calm? How is that a medical problem?"

"I get this weird fluttery feeling in my stomach and I don't know why!" I threw up my hands. "How can there be nothing wrong with me?"

He muttered something that I couldn't hear but I had a feeling it wasn't flattering. "It sounds like a mental issue rather than a physical one. Maybe you should talk to a psychiatrist."

Really? This douchetard wanted me to see a fucking shrink? "What the fuck? You think I'm crazy?"

He held up a hand. "No, I don't think you're crazy. I think you're stressed and it's manifesting by that fluttering feeling you claim to have. It could be nothing but maybe you're on the verge of a full on panic attack."

This guy was a fucking moron. I pushed myself off the examination table and grabbed up my shit. "I'm not panicking, that's the fucking problem. You clearly don't get it." Fuck that, I'd talk to my dad. He, at least, knew shit about medicine and I knew he went to a real college. I bet Dr. Carver went to some med school in Mexico or something. Even UF was too good for him.

"I can refer you to a good…" he broke off when he saw the look on my face. "Well, it's here if you need it. Come see me if you start feeling worse."

Right. Like I'd bother. He'd probably amputate my throwing arm when I got a headache or some shit like that. Asshole. I stormed out of his office and headed out of the stadium. Practice was over and I needed to get home and pack my shit for New York. I started toward the parking lot but stopped when I heard music coming from the practice field. Hell yes, the band was still here. I reversed my direction and made my way through the tunnel over to the baseball field. There they were.

I leaned against the fence as the band leader guy directed them to march this way and that. They were working on something that sounded familiar. I tried to see if I could find Reed Girl through the mass of bodies but it was impossible. I had no idea where the oboe players stood. They launched into a halfway decent version "We Are the Champions" and I smiled. Maybe they were planning on playing that after we won the national title. That would be pretty damn cool.

The band leader yammered about some shit and finally called a wrap to practice. I left my spot at the fence and looked for Reed Girl as the band geeks all headed toward the opposite fence to grab their cases and put their instruments away. I saw a very hot ass and knew who it belonged to so I headed in that direction.

"Oh my God, that's Edward Cullen. Hi, Edward!" some annoying chick with a high pitched voice called to me. I ignored her and kept my eyes on Reed Girl, who must have heard the chick yipping about me because she stood up and whirled around, her face turning red when her eyes landed on me. What the fuck was that all about?

I smirked and headed toward her. She turned around and said something to some girl with glasses next to her and shoved an instrument case into her hands before turning around and giving me a smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes and I wondered if she was pissed at me again. For what I couldn't begin to guess. "Edward, what are you doing here? I thought practice ended an hour ago."

I pulled her to me and she came willingly, wrapping her arms around my waist. I kissed her first and foremost, because I hadn't been able to do that since early this morning. She moaned and melted into me. I broke the kiss off before I could forget we were standing amidst a shitload of band geeks. "I had to see the doctor about some shit." I managed to say it without sneering, which was quite an accomplishment as far as I was concerned.

Reed Girl immediately looked worried. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself today? What hurts?" She ran her hands over me which was fucking hot but I reluctantly stilled her, taking both hands in mine.

"You can't feel me up here, baby, there are too many people watching."

She looked around and saw all the eyes on us and blushed again. It was too fucking cute. "What's wrong? Why'd you have to see the doctor?"

Like I was going to tell her that I might be on the verge of a panic attack. Just what every girl wanted, a psycho boyfriend. "Just a check up, baby. He declared me perfectly healthy." Because he was an incompetent fucking hack.

She looked relieved, which was really kind of nice. Nobody ever worried about me before, other than my mother of course. "That's good," she breathed.

I kissed her nose and smiled at her. "I was heading to my car when I heard the music so I decided to come see my girl do her thing."

Bella seemed to go a little pale at my words. "And did you?"

What the fuck was up with her? She was being kind of weird. "Not really. I couldn't find you with everybody else there. You need to do something to stand out."

Reed Girl laughed and this time her face lit up with it. "I'll see what I can do."

"Good." I noticed the herd around us was finally thinning out though there were still quite a few onlookers, including Four Eyes that Bella had been talking to. "Do you want to go back to my place and get something to eat?" I asked her with a suggestive smile. I wanted to eat something but it wasn't food. Well, not just food. I was actually fucking hungry too.

"I don't know…" Reed Girl looked at her friend and then back at me. "Give me a second?"

"Sure," I shrugged. She walked over to Four Eyes and chatted with her a few minutes while I stood there and pretended not to notice all the looks being aimed in my direction. Was it such a novelty having me in their midst? Not that I would ever deign to be here if it weren't for Reed Girl. Four Eyes tried to hand the music case back to Reed Girl but she shook her head, brown hair flying. The girl shrugged and put her backpack on, carrying a case in each hand.

Reed Girl shouldered her own bag and came back over to me. "Where's your instrument?" I asked.

She laughed and it sounded weird, nervous or something. "I asked Angela to take it for me. I'll get it from her tomorrow."

"Did you get a new case?" I asked, because it hit me that the case she'd given to Four Eyes was smaller than the one I'd stolen from her. Reed Girl made a strangled noise and suddenly I knew what it was. "You still have that oboe that assmunch from the music store loaned you? Why?" I demanded.

"I just haven't had a chance to return it," she murmured, not looking at me.

I didn't like that shit at all so I stopped and tilted her face up to mine. "Is there something that I need to know? You don't like that guy do you?" It was fucking unfathomable. And it made me feel sick. Maybe I should go back in and have Doctor Douche run his fucking tests again. I had a feeling I might not pass with flying colors now. It felt like I couldn't breathe.

Reed Girl's hands came up to cup my face and she stared into my eyes. "No, Edward, of course I don't like Jacob." Some of the pressure that had been building in my chest eased at her words and the look on her face when she said them. "Things have just been crazy and all my free time has been spent with you, which is much better than going to some stupid music store, right?"

She had a good point there. Still, she was keeping something from me. I just wasn't sure what it was. "Are you sure there's not something I should know?"

Her eyes widened a little and she shook her head. The street light illuminated her and she looked incredibly fucking beautiful. "I swear, there's nothing going on with Jacob. There wouldn't be even if you weren't in the picture, okay?"

That was too crazy to even contemplate, really. Like anybody would cheat on me with a loser like him? No, I'd just let all of the doctor's crazy talk fuck with my head and I'd freaked out a little. I needed to rein that shit in before the game. Whatever the hell was going on with me had better die down by then.

I studied her for a minute and she returned my gaze before standing on her toes and kissing the life out of me. I pulled her closer and forgot all about panic attacks, band geeks and scrawny music store fuckers and just let my girl take it all away. My hands moved down her back to squeeze her ass and she laughed as she pulled away. "How about we save that for when we get to your room?"

That made sense. I took her hand in mine and led her to my car, opening the door for her and helping her in before heading around to my side. After I got in and started it up, I took her hand back in mine because she was there and I needed to touch her.

"Have you talked to your brother at all?" Reed Girl asked as I pulled out of the lot.

As if that asshole could be bothered with me now that he was with Blondie. "Not a word. You're more likely to have seen him than I am." He'd taken the keys I'd left out last night, so he had his car back. That much I knew.

She laughed. "I've only seen Rose once and she looked a lot better than she had on Sunday when we got home. I think they were going out to dinner tonight."

I frowned because it hit me that I'd yet to take Reed Girl anywhere fancy. "We should do that."

"Do what?" she asked.

I pulled into my front spot in the dorm lot and shut off the car. "Go out to dinner or some shit," I told her.

Reed Girl laughed that delighted laugh that she let loose every time I said something ridiculous. "Such a romantic, Cullen."

Damn it. "You know what I mean. I should take you out somewhere nice," I muttered. I'd never wanted to do that shit in my life but I kind of liked the idea of dressing up and I really liked the idea of Reed Girl in a sexy dress.

She laughed and kissed me. "Well, we can go out to dinner or some shit when you get back." She pushed open the door and was out before I could go around and open it for her. Damn it.

I took her hand and led her inside. Her jaw dropped as she looked around the common room. A bunch of my teammates were gathered around watching TV and playing video games. "Jeez," she muttered.

"What?" I gave a nod to Marcus and avoided Garrett's outstretched hand. I still didn't know exactly where that thing had been but I wasn't touching him. I led Bella down the hall to the elevator.

"This isn't a dorm; this is like the Playboy Mansion."

I snickered as I pulled her into the elevator. "There are way too few girls in here for it to be the Playboy Mansion. Playgirl maybe." I hit the button for the third floor and we were there quickly. I led her down the hall and stopped to open my room.

Reed Girl shook her head as she took it in. "This is like a hotel or something."

I laughed and threw my backpack in the desk chair. "It's pretty cool I guess. I had to share last year which kind of sucked, but now that I'm the starting quarterback I get my own room and my own bed." I grinned when I saw her eying it.

"It's bigger than my bed!" She sat on it and glanced about the room. "Oh my God, you have your own bathroom?"

I laughed as she ran in to inspect it. "That is so uncool. I had to share my dorm room with three other girls and our bathroom was shared with eight of us. Two bathroom stalls and two showers, certainly no tub." She came out and glared at me. She was so fucking hot when she was annoyed. "You have a bathtub."

I laughed at her outrage. "Yeah, so? It's not like I use it or anything."

She sniffed and sat back on the bed, her ponytail swishing with her movement. "I'd use it."

"Can I watch?" I asked. She flipped me off and I laughed as I opened up my nightstand drawer and got out some delivery papers. "What do you want to eat? We can go down to the caf but they don't have too much this time of night."

"Pizza or Chinese, I guess. I'm not picky." She was too busy checking out my room to be bothered. "It doesn't even look like anybody lives in here. Where's all your stuff?"

I shrugged. So I kept shit neat. "In drawers and shit." That started her rifling through my drawers. I laughed as I dialed. "Is there anything you won't eat on pizza?" I asked.

"Anchovies and peppers," she replied. Her hand came out of my nightstand with my handy box of condoms. She rolled her eyes when I shrugged. I ordered a supreme without peppers or mushrooms since I couldn't stand those and sat back and watched her go through my shit. It should have bothered me, but as usual when it came to her, it totally didn't. Maybe she brainwashed me. Or maybe her hot body just distracted me from other shit.

"Are you sure you're a nineteen year old boy?" she demanded. She was poking through my closet now.

"Yes. Now why don't you come over here and let me prove it?"

Reed Girl laughed and stroked my Peyton Manning jersey. "You like the Colts?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not a fan of the team, but Peyton gave me that." Her eyes widened and she pulled it out, seeing his signature on the eight in his number.

"You've met Peyton Manning?"

"Yeah, I went to his quarterback camp one year. Not that I needed to, but it was pretty cool."

She laughed and put the jersey back before coming over and finally joining me on my bed. I wrapped an arm around her.

"So you learned nothing from Peyton Manning?"

I kissed her neck. "I have skills, baby." She poked my side and I laughed. "It's not like he teaches that much, really. He has a lot of quarterback coach types there. I learned a thing or two, but I've always been good."

Reed Girl rested her head on my shoulder. "You're lucky."

That was random. "How do you mean?"

"You've always known what you wanted to do and you're talented enough to do it. I wish I knew what I wanted to do."

I thought about that for a minute. "You'll figure it out. You could do anything you wanted."

She nodded against my shoulder. "Sometimes that anything thing is daunting."

"So is knowing what you want for so long, believe it or not." She sat up and looked at me. "Playing football initially wasn't my idea, it just was. Grandpa played, Dad played, and Emmett played, so I had to play. I was good at it and I grew to love it, but there were times when I wondered if I was just doing what they wanted me to do."

"Kinda like being pushed into the family business," she suggested.

I laughed. "In a way. Thankfully I do want it and have for a long time. It's been years since I wanted to be anything else."

Reed Girl smiled at me. "What else did you want to be?"

I smirked. "A rock star, although my musical skills are lacking. Or a famous astronaut."

She giggled. "So you always wanted to be famous."

That was…true. "Some people are just meant to shine, Reed Girl." That earned me a light kick to my shin. I laughed and rolled over, pinning her to the bed. "You know you like it."

She snickered. "I don't know why I like you."

I grinned at her. "Yes you do." I punctuated that statement with a thrust of my hips which made her eyes roll back in her head. "Exactly."

"How much time before…" she was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing. Fuck.

"Food's here." I answered the phone and told them I'd be right down. "Stay here, baby, I'll be right back."

"Okay, I'm going to call Alice to ask her to check on Rainbow for me."

"Great." That was good. Maybe I should get some cat crap and have it here for when Bella stayed. She'd probably feel better if she could have the kitten here with us when she stayed over. I was pondering that as I got the food and came back to my room. Reed Girl was sitting on the bed with the paper plates she'd found in my food stash area.

"Making yourself at home, I see."

Her cheeks flushed at my comment. "I'm sorry. I saw them before when I was…" she broke off and looked down. "That was so rude, I've just never been in these rooms before and it's so clean and nice in here. You should have kicked me out for being nosy."

I would have if it was anybody else. Reed Girl doing it didn't even bother me. Doctor Moron had missed something; there was no doubt about it. I clearly had a virus. Or a brain tumor. "I've had Jasper in my room more times than I care to think about. You're a breath of fresh air, believe me."

"Still, it was rude."

I put the box on the bed and opened it, handing her a slice of pizza and grabbing one for myself. "Bella, I'd like for you to be comfortable here." I sat down and toyed with telling her what had been on my mind. "I can get stuff for Rainbow if you want to bring her over with you sometimes or something."

She made a funny gasping noise and I looked over to find her staring at me. "Really? You'd let me bring her over?"

I shrugged. "She's already been in here and she's sorta fun sometimes." She threw her arms around me and I hugged her back. "But she goes in the bathroom when we're having sex. That's the rule."

Reed Girl laughed and gave me a smacking kiss on my cheek. "I promise. It'd be me she went after anyway."

I smirked because that was probably true. "And you thought other women were going to be tough to get past. It's your own kitten who has her claws out for you."

Reed Girl shook her head. "Only you would charm females of other species."

I just grinned as I tore into my food. We were silent for a bit while we ate. I was proud to see my girl polish off three slices of pizza. She didn't pull that "I don't eat" crap that other girls tried. I ate four and put the other one in my mini-fridge for later. Or for Jasper to eat later. Somehow or other my leftovers tended to disappear before I ate them. I really needed to find out how the fuck he got into my room so often.

I flipped on the TV and we watched some sitcom that she claimed to love. It actually made me laugh a couple of times, so I guess it wasn't that bad. It was kinda cool kicking back with her in my room. She curled into my side, her hand on my stomach, tracing lazy circles while she watched and laughed. When the program was over she sat up and bit her lip.


"Would it be weird if I took a shower? You had one after practice but I feel kinda grimy from marching around for a couple hours."

Reed Girl in my shower? Duh. "That depends," I replied. May as well work this to my advantage.

She raised an eyebrow. "That depends on what?"

"On whether or not I get to join you."

She thought about it for a moment. "But you already had a shower."

"Not with you, I didn't." And I'd imagined it a time or two, generally while I was in there jerking off thinking about her.

"If you take a shower with me, it'll take longer," she pointed out.

I traced a finger down her arm. "Well, I'm already clean, so really we'll only have to focus on cleaning you."

She smirked. "Somehow I don't think cleaning me is going to be your focus."

Well, not entirely. "Cleaning, kissing, touching, fucking…it all works."

She laughed. "Are you going to bring a condom into the shower with us?"

Damn it. "Are you on birth control?"

Reed Girl was quiet for a moment before nodding. "Yeah."

"Are you sure about that? Took you long enough to answer." I wasn't taking a chance of knocking her up. We had too much ahead of us to worry about a fucking baby.

"Of course I'm sure about it, I just don't know about having unprotected sex with you."

Well, that fucking sucked. I got it, but that didn't mean it didn't fucking suck that she thought I was diseased or some damn thing. "I've been tested multiple times for multiple shit and I have nothing." I turned back to the TV. "Enjoy your shower. Anything you need should be in there. You can wear one of my shirts or something if you want."

"Edward," she said softly, putting her hand on my knee. I wouldn't look at her. I couldn't. Once again my fucking past rears its ugly head. "Edward, please look at me."

I glanced at her and saw big brown eyes welling with tears. "Fuck, don't cry. It's fine." Now what did I fucking do? Hug her? Apologize for her insulting me?

"I didn't mean to upset you," she said quietly.

"I know you didn't. I'll be okay. Just take your shower. I'll be here when you're done."

She stood and held a hand out to me. "Come and join me."

I looked away from her again. Part of me wanted to go, badly, but I wasn't going to. "The mood's kinda ruined, Bella."

"Do you want me to go home?" she asked softly.

Jesus. Girls were fucking complicated. "No, I don't want you to go home." She looked sad as hell when I risked another look at her. "It's all good. I'm tired. Go ahead and shower and we'll go to bed."

She sighed and went to my closet, grabbing a gray football t-shirt. I kept my eyes on the TV as she went into the bathroom. The water came on and I tried not to think about her naked just behind the door. The fact that she didn't trust me kept me from going in there. I flipped to Pawn Stars on the History Channel and leaned back against the headboard.

A creaking sound from the bathroom made me look over. "Edward?" Reed Girl stood there naked, backlit from the doorway. Fuck, was she trying to kill me?

"What?" It came out like a croak but it came out all the same.

"I need you to help me with something."

Fuck. Sometimes the knob stuck and the water was scalding. I got off the bed and tried not to look at my naked girlfriend. "Is the hot water stuck again?" I groaned when my arm brushed up against her breast as I walked past her. I stuck my hand under the water but it was fine. "No, the water's okay. What do you need?"

"You," she replied, pushing me against the wall, pressing her perfect body against me and kissing me hard. "I'm sorry. It was an automatic reaction. I've never had unprotected sex before and I freaked out a little bit."

It was hard to think; hard to focus when she was naked and looking at me like that. "I never have either, Bella. I know I got around but damn…I'm not that stupid. Do you know how many girls would be more than willing to get knocked up in order to try to trap me?" I closed my eyes. Must not look at her. My hands were on her bare waist and somehow I couldn't pry them away. "I've never trusted a girl enough to even think about it."

She kissed me again and fuck, I was throbbing and the room was getting hot and steamy. "I didn't think about it like that, Edward. I'm sorry I upset you."

I kept my eyes closed. "It's fine. Maybe we'll get there another time. I'm just gonna go…" Her fingers dug into my arms.

"Don't. Shower with me." I opened my eyes and looked into hers. They were watching me anxiously. "Touch me." She kissed me softly. "Take me."

Jesus. "Reed Girl, I don't have the strength to resist you. You have to let me out right now."

"I want you here." Her hands were pulling up my t-shirt. I didn't stop her as she tugged it over my head and threw it to the side. "Stay." Her fingers were on my jeans and I let her unzip me.

"I don't want you doing this because you feel guilty or some shit, Bella. I'm a big boy and I can take rejection." Not that I'd ever fucking had to until she came into my life.

My jeans were moving down over my hips and my boxers were going along with them. Reed Girl bent and pulled them over my legs, tugging them and my socks off too. "I wouldn't do that, Edward. I want you, that 's been the truth for…" she broke off and smiled wryly. "A long time. The water's hot and so am I. Are you going to join me?"

She stepped into the shower and the water was hitting her in the chest and moving down her body. She was wet and naked and she wanted me with her. Hot wasn't remotely a good enough description for my girl. Fucked up or not, I couldn't resist. I got into the water behind her and she turned around, reaching her arms around me, her breasts flattening against my chest. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding into my mouth and tangling with mine.

I ran my hands down her back, the shower spray hitting them as I stroked her soft skin. She tugged on my hair and pulled us back into the spray, so it was hitting both of us. Her lips were as hot as the water coursing down our bodies. I slid my hands over the curve of her ass and she moaned into my mouth. "Edward," she murmured as our kiss finally broke. "Touch me."

"I am, baby." I didn't know where to touch. I didn't have enough hands to touch her everywhere that I wanted to.

"Here." She took my hand and moved it to her pussy. Fuck, she was the perfect woman. No dicking around. She told me what she wanted and where she wanted it. I stroked her clit and she cried out, her head falling back, the water turning her hair nearly black.

I kissed her neck as I rolled her clit with two fingers. I had to taste her. I licked along her skin and bent my head to her breast, sucking her left nipple into my mouth. She made sexy noises, pushing herself against me. Her hand found my cock and she began rubbing smoothly up and down it. Fuck, that felt good. So much sensation with the water, her beautiful body, her fantastic hand, and the sounds she made. If I wasn't careful, I was going to come without being inside her and after all the bullshit earlier, I really wanted to be inside her when I came.

"Bella, fuck," I grunted as she rubbed my cock with the perfect amount of pressure. She was amazing.

"Mmm, that would be the goal, Edward."

Yes, that it was. I slipped a finger inside her and she was so tight and hot and fuck. I was not going to last. "I have to have you now."

"Take me," she told me, her head falling back in surrender. Jesus. I turned her toward the side, pressing her against the wall. I'd never had sex in the shower before and I was pretty damn excited about it. I wasn't sure how to work it but I'd seen plenty of shower scene pornos in my day.

I reached underneath her ass and gripped her thighs as I lifted her, pressing her into the wall. Her eyes met mine and she nodded as I rubbed my cock along her slit. She was so wet. I lifted her higher and moaned as I pushed the head of my cock inside her. I'd never felt anything better. It was such a good burn. She was so tight and I pushed further inside her.

I held her gaze as I slid home, entering her fully. "Like that?" I asked, straining. I had to remember to hold her up. She wasn't heavy but she felt so fucking awesome that I was afraid I'd forget myself and drop her.

"God, yes." She kissed me and pushed her hips toward me, gripping me tight with her thighs. Fuck. I started to move in and out of her. The water was hitting the side of our bodies as we moved together. The tile was probably cold but she didn't complain. "More," she murmured as I kissed along her jaw, nipping on the skin.

I thrust harder and faster, raising her legs higher, hooking them in the crook of my arms. Somehow she managed to spread them wider and holy fuck, I sank deeper inside her. So fucking good. "Bella, damn," I growled.

"Yes, Edward, so close," she gasped. She pulled my hair and I jerked inside her, hitting some spot I hadn't hit before. She cried out as I did so and suddenly she was coming, so tight around me I thought she might break my dick off, but it felt awesome at the same time, that pressure on my cock. I could barely move. I pulled back a little and drove and grinded into her. She was yelling my name and coming and suddenly I was coming too. Hold her up, hold her up, I reminded myself as I emptied inside her. Fuck. So good.

When I could focus again, I lowered my arms and set Reed Girl on the ground. She was smiling at me and I felt myself smiling back. "Thanks for, you know, trusting me," I told her, feeling awkward all of a sudden. There was something in the way she looked at me that made me want to do something like quote poetry or sonnets or some weird shit. I didn't get it.

"Thank you for trusting me, too. I'd never try to trap you, you know?"

I brushed her wet hair out of her eyes. "I know." And I did. She was too cool a chick and too good a person to try shit like that. I kissed her softly, trying to tell her without words that what we did meant a lot to me. When we broke apart, I reached for my soap and started running it over her body. Reed Girl looked surprised and shivered at my touch. "I promised to clean you, too." I soaped her up and rinsed her off, steering her into the water which was starting to get cold. "Did you want to wash your hair?"

"Just some conditioner so it won't tangle, please," she requested. I squirted some into my hand and ran it through her hair. She really fucking liked that, I could tell. She was making these little humming noises as I combed my fingers through her silky locks. I helped her rinse it all out and then we turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and dried her off before toweling off myself and draping it around my waist. Reed Girl pulled on my t-shirt and looked fucking hot in it, as always.

I toyed with putting on some boxers but what the fuck, we were going to bed anyway. I dropped the towel and pulled back the covers. Reed Girl crawled in beside me and I pulled her close. We watched some more Pawn Stars and just chilled for bit. She had her hair wrapped in a towel for awhile and then she got up to brush it out. She looked so pretty, no makeup, wet hair and just my t-shirt. "You're beautiful," I blurted without thinking.

She did a double take and then broke into a breathtaking smile. "Like this?" I nodded mutely and she grinned even wider. "Thank you." She got back into bed and gave me a hug that made me feel warm and good and shit. The flutters were back again and I pondered calling Doctor Do Nothing but I didn't want to alarm Reed Girl.

"This is our last night together for awhile, huh?" she asked. Damn it, she was right. I wouldn't be home until late Sunday, assuming I won on Saturday night, which meant I wouldn't see her until Monday. Fuck.

"Yeah, I guess." That sucked. Maybe…no. She said no already. "It's too bad you can't come to New York with me," I told her.

She sat up and looked at me in surprise. "I didn't think you wanted me there."

Did I? I did, I guess. I mean, I didn't want to not see her for six fucking days, that much I knew. I was just surprised when my mom invited her because she'd been my girlfriend for less than a day at that point. She still hadn't been my girlfriend for very fucking long.

"It's not that I didn't want you there, I was just surprised when Mom asked you. It was a little fast, you know?" She nodded. "Uh, so did you lie when you said you couldn't come?"

She smiled. "No, I really do have a test this week."

"Right. Okay then." I ignored the little twist in my gut over the fact that she wouldn't be there. "But you'll watch?"

"Of course I will. It's not every day my boyfriend wins the Heisman."

I grinned at her. "I'm damn glad to hear that."

She giggled. "Well, I didn't want to tell you but I'm totally a Heisman groupie. I hook up with the favorite right before the awards and then dump him."

I tickled her side as she giggled and thrashed. "I thought I recognized you."

She was breathless when I stopped tickling her. "That's really why I can't go; I don't want to clue in next year's winner."

I smirked at her. "Next year's winner is going to be me."

She giggled. "So you keep saying."

"Yep. I guess you're going to have to stick with me through the next Heisman ceremony then." Wait. What did I just say? Her jaw dropped open and she stared at me for awhile. I had no idea why the hell I'd just said that. A year from now? I wanted her to date me a year from now? Where the hell had that come from?

"Maybe I will," she murmured when she finally found her voice.

I had nothing to say still so I just gave her a tight smile. "Ready for bed?"

Her eyes were burning into me like she was trying to see what was going on in my brain. Good fucking luck to her. I didn't have a god damn clue what was going on in there. If she could figure it out, maybe she could clue my stupid ass in. "Okay," she agreed.

I turned out the light and then the TV. She rested her head against my shoulder and I kissed the top of her head. "Goodnight, Bella."

"Goodnight, Edward." I lay there for a long time, holding her, my stomach churning. Nothing wrong with me, my ass. I was talking to Dad when I got to New York. He could tell me what was wrong with me and I would fix it before the game. I had to.

A/N *grins at my Gator girls* You know I was just teasing above. I love you all, despite your choice in schools. Our boy is taking steps all the time, he just can't see what he's heading towards, can he? Maybe Big Poppa will be able to enlighten him? Absence makes the heart grow fonder and Cockyback's already pretty fond of his Reed Girl. Heisman Ceremony is next for real this time.

Don't forget about the Juvenile Diabetes compilation. Reed Girl's heading there this weekend and I had a good time getting inside her head. Hopefully you will as well!

How bout that Super Bowl? Despite my better judgment, I made a bet with the lovely Twilover76, since the only thing the loser had to do was write a love letter to the winner in their latest update. I had a feeling the game would go exactly as it did, but I took the bet anyway. So here goes:

Dearest H,

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when times are...wait. That's already been used. The Bucs wear red, the Colts wear blue, I cannot measure how much I love you! See, I went the extra step and wrote you an awesome poem. How fabulous a loser am I? Oh, this is supposed to be about you? Okay then.

As you can see above, I put your favorite, soon to be exiled player in my story and yes, I wrote that during the Super Bowl, in honor of you. If that's not love, I don't know what is. I'm much more in touch with my feelings than Cockyback, as you can surely see. You were on my mind even as my surrogate team was losing yet again. That's love too!

In all honesty, getting to know you through twitter and your awesome stories has been the best. You make me smile when you tweet me hugs and much needed snuggles and our football talk always makes my day. You know how I feel about Choices (where's my damn update?) and your other super sweet stories that bring me smiles. You're always there when I need an ear or support and I hope you know I'm always there for you too. You taught me how to Skype so I could write some E&B sexy times for WWF and yes, I wrote said sexy times while we were Skyping together. So in a weird and twisted way, I've sorta sexed you up. My only girl on girl action. Are you honored? I'm thrilled that it was you! More love!

Okay, hopefully I've shared enough love with you. I promise I'll give you more every single day when I talk to you on Twitter, even if you're making fun of my teams and whatnot. That's how very much I love you. Congrats on your big win. I'm rather glad that the Pats didn't win because you'd probably still be pouting and no fun. Hehe Love you bunches!