Well, this is it—the final chapter!

Thank you so much for your patience with the wait – real life was kicking my ass and I struggled with this chapter. I can only hope it was worth the wait.

Long ass authors note at the end…

I hope you enjoy…

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A few weeks later…

"Are you sure it's okay for me to come with you guys?"

I scoff. "Why wouldn't it be? It's a birthday party, and half the city's been invited."

Angela shrugs and continues straightening her hair. "I know. But I know this is a big deal for you guys. I don't want to step on any toes."

I finish putting my mascara on before answering her. "You're not. If you were, we wouldn't have invited you. Now, are you done with that?" I gesture to the flat iron.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." We switch places, and I take her place on the seat in front of my vanity, and she sits on the edge of my bed.

She fidgets with the hem of her purple dress, which I know is slightly shorter than she's used to wearing. Her long legs are on display, nicely framed with a pair of newly purchased black pumps. Gone is the girl who devoted all her time to work and hid her curves in clothing a size too big. In her place is the new Angela—the one who's determined to enjoy life.

What happened with Lauren has made Angela see things in a new light. Although she still puts one hundred and ten percent into her work, it doesn't control her life the way it used to. She now leaves at a decent time in the evening, and never takes work home with her. If Eric is working late, or she just needs to relax, then we'll do something together. She's even started going to my cocktails nights with Rose and Alice. For someone who I once thought was a workaholic and all-around ass-kisser, I'm now happy to call her one of my closest friends.

I grin as I watch her fidget some more with her outfit, and then with her new hairstyle. She giggles when she catches me looking.

"Sorry, it's just taking me a while to get used to it."

"I know, I get it, but you have nothing to worry about—you look hot." I laugh when she blushes.

I finish my hair, switching off and unplugging the flat iron. "What do you think? Does it look okay?" Nervous doesn't even begin to cover how I'm feeling tonight. My blue dress is a lot more figure-hugging than I'm used to. I've been reassured by Rose, Alice, and Angela that it looks hot—that I look hot—but I'm already having second thoughts about it. The dress dips low at the front and the back, stopping way above my knees; it shows a lot of skin without making it slutty.

Angela nods. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair straight."

I shrug. "It takes so long; I can't be bothered doing it in the morning before work. It's either stay in bed a little longer or have straight hair. The bed always wins."

Angela giggles. "Especially if a certain hot guy is in said bed with you!"

I blush. Without even knowing it, Angela's hit a nerve. Although Edward and I are dating again—and have been since our first date after we returned to Seattle—we've yet to take things that far.

It's not for lack of wanting on both our parts. On several occasions, I've had to pull away from Edward's passionate kisses, the heat pulling deep in my stomach when I felt Edward's erection against me exactly where I wanted him.

If it were up to me, we would've had sex months ago. Things progressed quickly after our first date. It was clear that we couldn't be just friends. There was too much attraction and chemistry between us to even try.

Instead of falling back into our old relationship—which we could have easily done—we started dating like we should have the first time around. Without the pressure of being stalked and rushed into moving in together, we were able to take things at our own pace; if possible, I fell for him even harder.

After we'd been on a few dates, I was happy to let things move along faster. Being with Edward was easy, and I wanted to be with him in every way possible.

I wanted to—and I knew he wanted to—but each time he'd pull away from me, mumbling his apologies before going to take a cold shower.

Each time I questioned why he pulled away, he'd always say it was because he wanted to do things properly, the way he thinks he should have the first time we started dating. He wants to get to know me without sex getting in the way. And while that made me swoon in the beginning, it got old real fast. I'm now the horniest I've ever been.

Angela's voice brings me out of my thoughts. "Bella? Where'd you go?"

I shake my head, grinning. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere."

Elsewhere was being in my bed later with Edward.

She giggles. "I can see that." She stands and checks herself in the mirror one last time. "Are we ready to go?"

I pick up my purse and throw my phone and lip gloss in. "Sure, the cab should be here soon. Alice and Rose are meeting us there."

By the time we collect our things and make our way to the living room, our cab is waiting outside. I quickly check that everything's off before following Angela outside and into the cab.

The nerves are unsettling deep within my stomach and I can only imagine how the boys are feeling. Tonight is the first anniversary of the opening of Eclipse, and the boys are throwing a party at the club to celebrate. Weeks of planning have gone into it, and invites have gone out to half the city. Both Edward and Emmett have been pulling double hours this week to make sure tonight flows perfectly. Neither of them will be working, instead enjoying the product of their hard work with their friends and family.

The butterflies in my stomach kick it up a notch as we approach the club. Edward's been looking forward to tonight, and I want to offer him something that will hopefully make his night complete.

Me.

While we haven't spoken about when we'll be taking things further, I have my heart set on tonight. It's such a big night for him, and I want to continue the celebration once we get back to my apartment.

Anticipation fires through my body, and I can't help but shiver as I imagine his hands on my body once again.

"Oh, my God, look at the line to get in!" Angela points out the window at the line that's already formed. The guest list has been filled for weeks now, but it looks as though it hasn't stopped people from trying to get in.

"Wow," I murmur. "The guys will be so happy with this turnout."

"Like we expected anything else," she says, throwing some money to the driver. We get out and walk to the front of the crowd, ignoring the moans of disapproval as we cut the line.

Demetri and Felix are manning the door as usual, except tonight they're both dressed in black suits instead of their Eclipse t-shirts.

"Bella." Felix nods and steps aside as we approach. "Rose and Alice just arrived. They're in the VIP section."

I smile. "Thanks, Felix. Are the guys here?"

He gestures to the back of the club. "They're working." He rolls his eyes. "Can you get them to relax? They're supposed to be enjoying tonight."

I giggle. "Of course."

The atmosphere in the club is positively buzzing. Felix and Demetri have admitted the right amount of guests without making the club overly packed. It means we can easily make our way to the VIP section without fighting our way through a mass of bodies. While VIP is usually the main section of the bar, tonight it's been reserved for family, friends, and those who have fully supported the boys from the start.

"Bella!" I see a flash of red hair before being swept up into a hug. "You're here!"

I laugh, wondering how many Maggie's had already. "Maggie! How does it feel being on this side of the bar?"

She giggles and straightens the Birthday Girl crown she has on. "I love it!"

Tonight's also Maggie's birthday, so the boys have generously given her the night off and VIP access at the same time. Although they know she isn't going to be here forever, she's one of the most valued members of staff they have.

I hug her, laughing when her flashing crown tilts slightly. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks! I really owe the guys for letting me have tonight off. It looks like it's gonna be packed tonight."

I grin. "Good, they deserve it."

A group of girls bustle past us, and Maggie introduces them as her friends. "Rose and Alice are already here." She gestures over to a booth next to the bar. "They bought me a birthday drink." She giggles, stumbling a little, and I can only imagine what they bought her.

"That's great," I say, directing her back to our booth. "Have you seen the guys? I've been told they aren't relaxing and enjoying their night."

She rolls her eyes. "Last I checked, they were still in the office."

Of course.

Rose and Alice wave us over when they spot us. Both stay sitting, but shift over so Angela and I can sit down.

They both give Maggie their birthday wishes and ask if she's going to be sitting with us.

She shakes her head. "I'm going to hit the dance floor with my girls. Thanks, though." I giggle as she stumbles away with her friends, and I can't help wondering how much longer she'll last tonight.

"Here." Angela passes me a glass of champagne, and I turn my attention to the other three girls. I'm confused when I see both Alice and Rose grinning at me like Cheshire cats.

"What?" They don't say anything but smirk knowingly at each other before grinning at me again. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my dress?" I look down, checking for any marks or rips, but come up empty. When I look back up they are still grinning at me.

"What is up with you two?"

"We were just commenting about your dress."

Doubt fills my mind. "What about it?"

Rose rolls her eyes. "Oh, don't be so stupid, it's a gorgeous dress. But in all the years we've known you, you've never worn anything quite so . . . daring."

I look down again. "But you like it, though, right? It's okay for tonight?"

Alice smiles reassuringly at me. "You look beautiful, Bella."

I smile softly, taking the compliment. "Thanks."

I take a sip of the champagne, frowning when I see they're all still grinning at me. "Guys, seriously, what are you smiling at?"

"We were just wondering if there's another reason why you're wearing a dress like that."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I murmur, taking another sip.

"A-ha!" Alice laughs, elbowing Rose in the side. "We knew it!"

"What? You knew what? What have I missed?" Angela glances between the three of us, confused as to what's causing their giggling fit.

I ignore the three of them, shifting in my seat and turning to face the crowd.

"Bella?" Angela places her hand on my wrist.

I huff, knowing they won't give in until I spill. "Fine! We . . . uh . . . Edward and I haven't had sex since we started dating again. I was kind of hoping that tonight we would change that." I'd be embarrassed, but I know I can tell these girls anything without being judged.

Rose looks me up and down. "Well, when he sees you in that dress, Bella, I don't think he'll be able to keep his hands off you."

I smirk. "That's the plan."

Alice looks over toward the bar. "Speaking of the guys, do you know where they are?"

"In the office," I say. "I'm gonna go get them now; otherwise, they're never going to enjoy their night." I stand and straighten my dress.

"Go get him!" Rose laughs and raises her glass to me.

I wink, weaving my way through the crowd, hearing the girls' laughter behind me. My nerves settle with every step I take, and instead anticipation settles deep in my stomach.

The office door is closed, so I knock and go inside. Both guys look up as I enter, but it's the heat in Edward's eyes that makes my heart skip a few beats.

"Are you guys finished?" I ask, my eyes locked on Edward.

He nods, but it's Emmett who answers. "Sure. Is everyone already here?"

"Uh-huh. The girls are at the booth. We're just waiting for Eric to arrive."

"Sweet!" He turns his computer off and tidies his desk. "Ready?" He glances between Edward and me and shakes his head. "Jeez. The sexual tension in here is unbearable. I'll meet you guys out there." He quickly walks past me, turning to us before he closes the door behind him. "Do not have sex on my desk!"

"Bella . . . you look amazing." Edward steps out from behind his desk. "I'm not sure I want to share you with everyone when you look like that."

My stomach flips as he stalks toward me. The predatory look in his eyes reminds me of our first meeting in this exact same office—needy kisses, lip sucking, and fingers wandering. The thought causes me to smile, wondering if he would mind a repeat performance.

"What're you thinking about?" Edward asks, a knowing smirk on his face. He continues walking closer and for every step forward he takes, I step back one.

I'm not really going anywhere. Anticipation fills the air as we continue this game of foreplay. There's nothing more that I want than his hands on me. And I'm sure the feeling is mutual.

"Remember the night we met?"

His smirk widens. "Of course I do. I'd never seen anyone look so beautiful."

I can't help but blush. Even when I'm trying to seduce him, he manages to come out with lines like that.

"Is that why you came here looking for me? So we could fuck like we did that night?"

I gasp, both at his words and the feel of the door against my back.

He stops in front of me. "Nowhere to go, Bella."

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere," I whisper.

He slides a leg between mine, effectively pinning me to the door. "Good."

Before I can form a coherent reply, his lips are against mine and the club around us fades away. Right now, only the two of us exist.

I forget all about the club.

I forget about all of our friends waiting for us, and the party we're supposed to be going to.

All I want to do is drag this man back to his apartment and not surface for days.

It's moments like this that I wonder how I could have fathomed staying away from him. He's everything to me: my best friend, my lover and, hopefully, my husband someday.

"Bella," he whispers as he explores my body with his hands. "This dress is going to be the death of me. How can I focus on tonight, when you're wearing something so unbelievably sexy?"

I smile against his lips. "You're not supposed to."

"There's just so much…" Kiss. "Skin… I don't know where to start."

I shudder when he moves his hand over my breast. "I think I'll start here." He pushes my hair over my shoulder, trailing a single finger over my collarbone and between my cleavage.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmurs.

Goose bumps break out over my body, and I'm sure he can see my hard nipples protruding through my dress.

I don't care.

"Edward, please," I whimper. I need more.

Anything.

He kisses me softly. "Soon, Bella."

He continues exploring my body, setting it alight with every move. Fire travels though my veins as I try to anticipate each lingering touch. He cups my breasts, and then slowly moves upward.

Anticipation bubbles in my stomach as he trails his hands up my neck. He gently tilts my head to the side, his lips covering the skin that becomes available to him.

I gasp as he nips with his teeth, then softly kisses away any pain.

"Mmm . . . suddenly, the party tonight seems so very boring. I'd much rather have my way with you in here . . . or back at my apartment." His other hand is on the bottom of my dress, and he slowly pushes it up my thighs.

"What do you think, Bella? Should we go back to my place? Or should I fuck you against this door? Or maybe on Emmett's desk?"

Gah!

"Fuck . . . Edward!" I moan.

"Soon, baby. Soon," he whispers in my ear. "It's been so long, Bella. I'll need to savor that moment—the feeling of you coming undone against my fingers, and then my cock. I want to feel everything you have to give me."

He finds the edge of my panties. "You want more?" He takes my earlobe between his teeth, sucking on it gently.

I can only nod.

He continues to tease me slowly as I trail my hands below his belt. His erection is prominent through his pants, and I palm it roughly, eliciting a low moan from him.

I freeze as his whole body stiffens. He stops caressing me and steps back. Rejection rushes through me, but quickly subsides as he rests his forehead on my shoulder.

"God, Bella."

I wrap my arms around his neck, softly running my fingers through the hair there.

"What's wrong?"

"I just . . . I never thought I'd get to be with you like this again. I was so sure I'd lost you." He kisses me softly. "And now you walk into my office dressed like this, and I can't believe my own goddamned luck that you gave me a second chance."

I smile softly. "There was never any doubt about it, Edward. I need you in my life."

He rests his forehead against mine and smiles. "I love you."

My heart soars at those three little words. Time apart seems to have done us good. Those words I waited so long for now fall freely from Edward's lips. He wants me to always know his feelings for me, and now, I never doubt them.

"Should we go join the others? Everyone's outside."

He kisses me again, and I'm soon lost in the feeling. "Do we have to? I'd rather be alone with you," he whispers against my lips.

I smile and nod. "Sounds perfect."

My lips meet his, and again, I become lost.

"Bella," he murmurs as his fingers begin a hot trail between my legs.

"Knock it off, you two!" Two loud knocks and Emmett's obnoxious yell echoes throughout the office. "You can get down to it later; right now, we have a party to start."

"Emmett!" Edward growls against my neck, and I can't help but chuckle.

"C'mon, handsome. Hold that thought; we can continue later." I take his hand in mine and open the door.

"Is it safe? Can I open my eyes?" Emmett peeks through his fingers as we exit the office, Edward locking the door behind him.

"You're such an idiot." I laugh, walking past him.

"Ass," Edward mutters, hitting him on the arm before taking my hand again.

"Hey!" Emmett moans, rubbing his arm. "I did you two a favor, because Mom was gonna come looking for you. Now, what do you think she'd have said if she'd seen her son's bare ass, huh?"

"She wouldn't have seen his bare ass." I look at Edward with a smile and he grins back. "I locked the door."

I roll my eyes. "C'mon boys, let's say happy anniversary to your club."

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The smile doesn't leave my face the whole night. The drinks flow, the music keeps everyone on the dance floor, and I'm surrounded by my closest friends. The party continues late into the early morning as we celebrate the boys' hard work.

As the band plays the final song of the night, Edward pulls me onto the dance floor, holding me tightly.

"Have you had a good night?"

I beam. "I have. I've had a great time. What about you? This is all for you and Emmett."

He smiles, glancing around the club. "You know, if you'd told me two years ago that I'd be here, I wouldn't have believed you. I was at such a low point, and I didn't think I could ever feel like this." He cups my face and kisses me softly. "It's all you, Bella. I mean, I'd be happy with the club surviving, but I wouldn't be complete without you here as well."

My heart flutters at his sweet words.

He pulls me tighter against him, and I enjoy the feeling of his body against mine, something that I once thought I'd lost forever.

I lean back and look up at him. "I'm ready to go now, though."

He smirks, the heat evident in his eyes. "Is that so?"

I nod. "Yes," I whisper.

He kisses me quickly. "Good, I've been ready ever since you walked into my office earlier."

I giggle at the eagerness in his tone, glad that he's just as enthusiastic as me to get out of here. I've enjoyed being with our friends and family tonight—it was great to see both Edward and Emmett flourish under their self-made success. But now I'm ready for some alone time.

We say goodbye to everyone and sneak away without too much of a commotion. Emmett tries to make a joke to embarrass us both, but instead ends up with a slap across the back of his head from both his mom and girlfriend. Properly admonished, he turns back to the group and we're safe to make our getaway.

We hail a cab right away and slide into the backseat. Edward puts his arm around me, and we sit in silence for the short journey to his apartment. Instead of words, we use soft touches and shy smiles to convey our feelings. The energy in the backseat is tangible, and my whole body is alight with the anticipation of what's to come.

He strokes my arm softly as we both gaze out the window, the city passing us by. Every so often, he turns to look at me, kissing me on the forehead, tip of my nose or on my lips. When I question why, he shrugs and says it's just because he can.

When we pull up outside his apartment, the confidence I once had in the club has disappeared; instead, I'm full of nerves and apprehension.

As if sensing my unease, Edward takes my hand in his and directs me toward his apartment. I grasp his hand tightly as if it's my safety net. His touch alone seems to calm me down, and I take a few deep breaths.

"You okay?" He unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I enter first and wait awkwardly in the hallway as he locks up behind us.

I nod. "Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

He smiles softly. "You haven't stopped fidgeting since the cab pulled up outside." He pulls me close and I melt against him. "We don't have to do anything; I just thought you wanted to."

"I do, I do," I murmur against his chest. "I'm just nervous."

He slides his fingers under my chin, tilting my head so I'm forced to meet his gaze. "Why? It's just me."

I smile. "I know. I think I'm just a bit overwhelmed."

He kisses my forehead. "Let's just go sit for a little while, then."

I pull back to look at him. Our eyes lock, and the love reflected back in his gaze makes me breathless. How could I ever doubt this man's feelings for me?

I shake my head. "No," I say, with new resolve. "Take me to bed."

Edward takes my hand in his and silently leads me to his bedroom. It's a walk I've done many times before, but tonight, it feels so different.

I make my way over to the bed and turn on the bedside lamp as Edward closes the door. "Do you need anything . . . a glass of water?"

I sit on the edge of the bed and hold my hand out to him. "Just you."

"Bella," he whispers as he walks over to me.

"What?"

He cups my cheeks with his hands and kisses me softly. "I'm so glad you're here," he whispers against my lips.

I smile. "Where else would I be?"

Before he can say anything else, I kiss him soundly. Kissing Edward has to be one of my most favorite pastimes. There's nothing like the feeling of his lips against mine, his tongue gently caressing mine, and the breathy moans falling from his lips. When he cups my face, holding me like I'm his most prized possession, it just makes me fall even harder for him.

I grasp his shirt and pull him onto the bed with me. He comes willingly, almost eagerly, kicking his shoes off as he does.

I find his buttons as I try to rid him of his shirt. I giggle as I fumble with them in my haste, pushing the offending material from him. He works on his pants, hissing as I palm his hardening cock through them.

"God, Bella . . . what you do to me."

"The feeling's mutual." I glance appreciatively over his body as he struggles to remove his pants. Once free, he kicks them to the floor and begins crawling up the bed.

"Baby . . ." His predatory gaze lingers on my bare legs. "You're wearing far too many clothes."

I smirk and continue moving back and away from him. "Why don't we change that?"

"Yes, why don't we?" He catches my ankle, stopping me from moving any farther, and pulls me back toward him. I give in immediately, desperate to feel more of his touch.

"Turn around."

I can feel his eyes on me as I turn around and kneel in front of him. He pushes my hair over one of my shoulders and places soft kisses over the exposed skin.

"So beautiful," he murmurs as he gently pulls the zipper down. I shiver from both Edward's words and his tone. The dress pools and slips down my body, and it quickly joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

"Edward, please . . ." I breathe, as he trails his hands over my body as if he's memorizing everything.

"What?" He plants a kiss on my shoulder, then my neck. "Tell me what you want."

I turn in his arms, wobbling slightly on the mattress. He holds my hips tightly, pulling my body flush against his. His jaw is right there—just begging to be kissed. "You. I only ever need you."

Nothing will ever compare to being in his arms again.

A deep moan falls from his lips before he kisses me deeply. Desire erupts in my stomach as the tentativeness from earlier disappears. He covers my body and pushes down my panties with eager hands. I help remove them as makes his way to my bra. Quickly, the offending garment is removed, and I find myself on my back with Edward leaning over me.

He smiles softly, pushing the hair from my face. "I love you," he whispers. "So much."

Those little words that mean everything fill me with flutters, and I can't stop the answering smile on my face.

"I love you, too," I answer, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him to me. "More than ever." Kiss.

"Yeah?" Kiss.

I nod and wrap my legs around his waist.

"Yeah." Kiss.

He grins at me. "Well, it's a good thing I'm not planning on ever letting you go anywhere then, isn't it?"

My heart soars. "That's a very good thing."

His grin softens and he kisses my forehead.

I tilt my head back on the pillow, forcing him to look at me. My lips linger at his jaw, barely caressing him. "Kiss me," I whisper.

His soft lips meet mine, causing my heart to pound. Hesitantly at first, but slowly becoming more eager, they move from my lips, down my neck, across my collarbone and down to my chest. As he reaches my hardening nipples, he takes one between his teeth as I gasp in pleasure.

I arch my body off the bed and tighten my legs around his waist. Fire starts deep within me, the heat covering my body. I move myself against him, searching for more friction.

"Edward," I moan. "More . . . I . . . more . . ."

He covers every inch of my body with loving touches. He whispers words of endearment—making my heart soar—and dirty words, making my stomach clench.

He moans my name as he finds me wet and ready for him.

"Baby . . . you're so . . ." His words die off as I thrust my hips up.

"Just . . . touch me . . . please . . ." I beg.

Words fail me as he slips one finger inside me, and his thumb finds my swollen clit. It's been so long since we've been together like this, and I can already feel the tell-tale signs of my orgasm approaching.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my nails scraping his skin as he continues to work me as only he knows how. He slips another finger inside and curls it perfectly, finding that spot.

My insides tighten and I know I won't be able to last much longer. Part of me wants to hold off, enjoying this feeling for as long as I possibly can, while the other part is desperate to come. I writhe beneath him, thrusting my hips against his hand as I seek more friction.

He whispers my name over and over again, telling me how much he loves me, and how he never thought he'd have me in his arms again. And, I realize that I don't need to hold off.

I don't need to hold off as if it's the last time. If I want to, I can have him again tonight, tomorrow morning, and each day after that. This is it for us. We've been through more than most couples ever have, and although things were rocky for a period of time, I knew Edward was always it for me.

My heart will never belong to another man. Nobody else will make my stomach flutter, my legs weak, or make me laugh as much as he does. These last few months have proven how much we belong together.

"Edward, here . . ." I cup his cheeks as I pull him up to me. "I want . . . kiss . . ."

He smiles softly before indulging me.

His kisses are soft and tender as he continues working me up into a frenzy with his talented hands.

"Yes," I gasp as my legs stiffen. "So close."

Edward pulls back to watch as I give myself over to my orgasm. Once, I would have been embarrassed to have his heated gaze on me, but now . . . now I feel empowered.

"God, Bella. You're so beautiful when you're coming."

I throw my head back, gripping at the sheets as his words wash over me. Pleasure rocks through my body, as Edward continue their ministrations. He continues to whisper words of encouragement and love as one of the most powerful orgasms reduces my body to a pile of goo. My eyes fall closed, and my toes tingle as I fall back on the bed with a blissful smile.

"Mmm . . ."

He chuckles quietly. "I'll take that as a good thing."

I nod as my smile widens. "Most definitely."

"Bella," he whispers before kissing me again, and just like that, heat radiates through my body and I'm ready for him again.

He spreads my legs with his knees and settles between them. I can feel him hot and ready, so hard against where I want him, and I instinctively thrust my hips up.

"You're—"

"Edward," I growl. "Stop talking. I want this." I cup his face with my hands. "Stop over-thinking things and show me how much you love me."

He smiles. "Sorry, baby. I just never thought I'd see you here again."

I kiss him hungrily, nipping at his lips. "I'm not going anywhere."

Edward groans, kissing me back and entering me with one swift movement. Both of us gasp, having been caught off-guard by the overwhelming sensation of finally being joined together again.

"Bella," Edward moans, still above me.

I roll my head back onto the pillow. "I know," I whimper.

It's all so much. Being together feels so much better than any time from the past. Taking things slowly was unbelievably frustrating at the time, but as I become accustomed to the feeling of being stretched in the most delightful way, I can see it was worth it.

I wrap my legs around his hips, grounding him to me, enjoying the hiss that falls from his lips as he slides deeper.

"Bella." He nips at my neck as I grind against him ever so slightly. "I gotta move, baby. You feel too good."

I nod, words failing me. I need him to move, too.

His thrusts are hard and purposeful, each one accentuated with a moan or grunt of pleasure. My name, mixed with a few curses, falls from his lips as his pace falters. We touch, nibble, and suck on any skin we can reach as we focus on nothing but each other.

He sits back on his haunches, pulling me with him, making me cry out as he hits new places. His movements are no longer perfect and aimed at bringing me pleasure. Now, need has taken over and his thrusts are erratic as he fights for both of us.

Beads of sweat form on my chest, running between my cleavage. With a heated look in his eyes, he leans forward, following the trail with his tongue.

"Fuck, Bella," he whispers. "How does it feel so much better this time?"

I mewl in response as he shifts his hips, hitting the spot I know will make me come again.

"Is that it, baby? Is that your spot?"

"Yes," I sigh, moaning loudly as he pinches my clit. My stomach tingles as my second orgasm approaches.

He trails his fingers between us, and for the second time tonight, I stiffen as pleasure courses through my body.

"Edward!" I gasp as my body arches from the bed.

"God, Bella," he grunts, as his thrusts begin to lose their rhythm. "I can't . . . it's . . . good . . ." His eyes scrunch closed as his body stiffens above me. His body is flush against mine as my name falls from his lips in a breathy whisper—I can't imagine anything more perfect than this moment right now.

My hold on him doesn't loosen as he slumps against me. He tries to hold his body up, but I pull him closer.

Tonight has been so much better than I ever could have imagined, and I need to feel him now. I don't care how sweaty we are. I don't care how heavy he is against me. All I care is that he's here and he's not going anywhere.

He leans his forehead against mine, kissing my nose softly. "Hi," he murmurs when I open my eyes and our gazes meet.

I smile. "Hey."

"That was . . ."

I hum in agreement. "I agree . . . it really was."

"Will you stay tonight?"

He looks so nervous.

As if I would leave.

"I'm not going anywhere."

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I wake in the morning with a smile on my face, but the bed is empty. I reach out to Edward's side, which still feels warm. Sitting up, I pull the sheets around me and try to determine where he is by listening.

My horny side hopes to hear the sound of the shower so that I can join him and continue what both of us were too tired for last night. While we were eager to continue our lovemaking, the night had exhausted us, and we'd slowly drifted off, wrapped in each other's arms. It wasn't the comfiest night I'd spent, but it was definitely up there as one of the best.

I smile as I hear the radio playing softly in the kitchen, Edward singing along out of tune. My stomach growls at the aroma of a delicious Saturday morning breakfast wafts down the hallway.

I throw on one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers and quickly wash up, then follow the scent of bacon toward the kitchen.

Edward turns around as I enter, the smile falling from his face. "You're supposed to stay put. I was bringing you breakfast in bed." He holds his arms out to me, and I step into his embrace willingly.

I smile and kiss him. "Maybe if you weren't singing along to the radio, I wouldn't have woken up."

He grins and leans in for another kiss. "Sorry," he murmurs against my lips.

I let myself become swept up in Edward's heated kisses before my impatient stomach interrupts us.

Edward laughs and turns back to the bacon as the noises from my stomach seemingly echo throughout the kitchen. "Let's get you fed."

I hum in agreement and sit down at the table while Edward works around me.

"Can I do anything to help?"

"No, I have it. Scrambled eggs okay? My fried ones haven't turned out too well."

I giggle. "Scrambled is fine." As much as he's made an improvement in recent months, his cooking still leaves a lot to be desired.

Once everything's ready, he joins me at the table. My mouth waters as I take in the sight before me: pancakes, toast, sausages, eggs, and bacon. Plus, I have my choice of tea, coffee, or fruit juice.

"You're spoiling me," I murmur, leaning over to kiss him.

He shakes his head, pulling away from me. "I'm not. Now, eat!"

He doesn't need to tell me twice. I load my plate, taking probably what's more than my fair share and enjoy a filling—if semi-burnt—breakfast.

Conversation flows easily between us as we catch up on our week. We're falling back into a comfortable routine, working around Edward's shifts at the club and my hours at the paper. There are days when we still don't see each other, but they're few and far between.

Once we're finished, I take our plates and rinse them out, leaving them in a pile next to the sink. They can wait until later.

"So, what are our plans for today?" I ask, turning around to face him. He doesn't need to be at the club until much later—if at all—so I'm kind of hoping our day includes lots of naked activities.

Edward smiles at me but doesn't say anything. When a few minutes pass and he still hasn't spoken, I begin to fidget. "Edward?"

"Come here." His gaze is heated as he takes my hand in his, pulling me toward him. I go willingly, wondering what's going through his mind. He smiles as I step between his legs.

"Move in with me." I gasp as his smile widens. "Move in with me—not because you have to—but because you want to. Move in with me because you love me almost as much as I love you, and you want to be with me."

I grin at the almost and squeeze his hand. It's an argument I will quite happily keep having with him.

"You want me to move in with you?" I can't stop grinning. It makes sense. I'm past taking it slow. I love him and I want to be with him. That won't change if I move in now or six months down the line.

He pulls me so I'm straddling his lap.

"Yes. I want to be with you. If those few weeks apart taught me anything, it's how much I love you. I want you in my life, and I don't want to wait any longer." He kisses me soundly, causing me to whimper. "Please say yes."

I lean back, wrapping my arms around his neck, and look at the man I love. His hair is sticking up in every direction, making him look younger than he really is. His eyes are bright as he watches me for my reaction, and his cheeks are flushed.

My heart pounds as I nod. "Yes. Of course I'll move in with you."

The look of wonder and pure happiness on his face makes my heart soar, and I giggle as he hugs me.

"Bella," he whispers.

I hold him tightly, playing with the hair at the bottom of his neck. He sighs against my shoulder, and I wonder if there has ever been a more perfect moment.

We remain quiet as we sit in the kitchen, our bodies wrapped around each other. It's a comfortable silence as we both process what's happened.

My thoughts are all over the place: the night I met Edward; being too chicken to call him but letting my friends talk me into it; our first date and making the decision to take things slowly; running into his ex; my apartment getting broken into; deciding to move in with him. Being stalked was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and to have that person confront me and try to kill me will stay with me for the rest of my life, but I know I wouldn't have gotten through it without him. Our relationship has been rocky from the beginning, but what might have broken us has only made us stronger.

I kiss his jaw. "I love you."

"Forever."

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So, thoughts? I hope everyone liked the HEA!

I know I mentioned writing an Epilogue, but things are pretty hectic at home so I'm not sure when this will be. I will try though.

Thank you to each and every one of you for reading, alerting, adding to favourites and reviewing. I felt like deleting this so many times, and if it wasn't for your support I would have.

Thank you to my WC girls for their support whenever I've been struggling with any part of this fic.

Huuuuge hugs go to the girls that helped me throughout: MrsK1981, SparklyMeg, Marly 580 and Mauigirl60. Without them stomping on my Britishisms and comma errors this would have been a much messier fic!

Another huge thanks goes to someone I can now proudly call one of my best friends Pattinlethr. I don't think even she realises how much help and support she has been-both as a beta and a friend.

So, as most of you know I'm thinking of continuing of the flashes for my TT25 challenge that involves a Prince Edward and an Evil King—I hope to see you there!

Thank you all again, I seriously wish I could every single one of you

xoxox