A/N: Here it is, the last chapter! Thank you so much for joining me for this fun little story. I hope you've all come to love Brazilian Bella as much as I have, and I know this Edward can be a big emo girl at times, but I just adore him, too!

Three weeks later…

"Delivery for Professor Cisne."

"I can sign for it," the gruff secretary at the Languages and Linguistics department replied, holding out her hand.

"I'm sorry, but I'm under strict orders to hand deliver this to Professor Cisne herself. It's of a private and urgent matter." The woman stared at me blankly, as if she could tell I was full of shit from a mile away. "I was told she had office hours today, and this was the best way to reach her."

"This isn't more flowers, is it?" the old hag moaned. "If it is, I can tell you that you might as well not waste your time."

No kidding. I had been sending Bella three bouquets of flowers a week for nearly a month, and she had refused every single one of them. They had all had sickeningly sweet notes attached to them, begging for her to forgive me, but if she even glanced at them before sending the flowers back, I had no way of knowing.

So I was done with real delivery men. I needed to see her face to face, and since I still hadn't found where she lived yet, this was my only option. I had debated hacking into the system to find her address, but I figured that it might only make her angrier, so this time I was taking the direct approach.

"No, ma'am, no flowers." I held up the box wrapped in brown paper. "All I know is that this is from Brazil and it's important." I kicked up the Cullen charm, giving it all I had. "What's your name? Mrs. Cope?" I asked, glancing down at the name plate on her desk. She nodded curtly, so I really laid it on thick. "Well now, Mrs. Cope, I'm going to be in big trouble if I'm not allowed to deliver this package. You wouldn't punish me for trying to do my job, would you?" I threw in a wink.

"Well… no, I suppose not," she said finally, looking flustered. "I guess it could be something important from her family."

"That's right, and we wouldn't want her to miss out on something so important, would we? I mean, both of our jobs could depend on it."

"Let me just give her a quick call," she said, grabbing the phone.

"That's a good girl." I winked again, making her blush.

I was getting pretty good at this talking to people business.

Mrs. Cope held the phone to her ear for a moment, waiting for the other line to pick up. "Yes, Bella?" At the mere mention of her name, my heart jumped in my chest. She was so close I could feel it. "There's a lovely young man up here with another delivery for you… no, it's not flowers. He says it's something important from Brazil… I tried that, but he says you have to sign for it yourself… alright." She hung up the phone and smiled at me. "She'll be up in a moment, dear."

"Thank you so much." I smiled my first real smile of the day, practically giddy with the chance to see her again.

Before long, I heard a distinct set of clicks coming from what sounded like a pair of sexy high heeled shoes. The clicking grew louder down the hallway, until Bella rounded the corner to the reception area. Once she saw me and we made eye contact for the first time in three weeks, two things happened simultaneously: She gasped loudly, looking around the room uncomfortably to see how many people had noticed, and my heart felt like it exploded with happiness. It didn't matter that she hadn't forgiven me yet; just seeing her face again made everything feel possible.

I could see the defeat in her face when she realized that there was no way of getting me out of there without causing a scene, so she simply held her head high and said, "Mr. Cullen." The coldness in her tone was unmistakable, even as she gave me a false smile and gestured for me to follow her back down the hall.

It was painful to see her acting so detached, but I didn't care that she was seeing me under duress. I would take whatever I could get to speak with her again; desperate times called for desperate measures.

As I followed closely behind her, I couldn't help noticing that 'Professor Bella' was insanely sexy. She was wearing a snug charcoal gray pencil skirt and a black silk blouse that clung to all the right places. And those fucking sexy black high heels. The only thing that would have made the entire look just too damn hot would have been a little black pair of horn rimmed glasses for her to look over. I knew that I was already biased, but if she had walked into any of my classes looking like that and said she was going to teach me, I would have been a goner for the entire semester.

I'll bet she has an oddly high percentage of male students.

We walked into her office and she closed the door, quickly locking it behind us. "Sit down," she snapped, marching to the other side of her desk. It was clear that she wanted to keep as much distance between us as possible. Smart girl.

I also took that as a good sign, because it meant that being close to me still affected her. It gave me another boost of hope.

As Bella took her seat behind her desk, I noticed a pair of little black glasses folded on top of a stack of papers.

Fucking hell… those boys don't stand a chance.

"What are you doing here, Edward?"

"I'm sorry to barge in here like this, but I couldn't think of any other way to see you."

"That's because I didn't want to see you," she whispered loudly, obviously afraid that she was about to yell.

"You never gave me a chance to explain myself."

"Really? I'm sorry, I figured you were done explaining when you were nasty to me and walked out the door."

"Bella… I only left to cool off. I didn't want to keep speaking in anger like that. I had no idea you would be gone when I got back. Where did you even go? It was like you disappeared into thin air."

"I called Jake to come get me, which was the most humiliating call I've ever made in my life! My own brother had to see me doing the walk of shame. It didn't help that his wife Leah is almost nine months pregnant with their fourth child, so he wasn't thrilled about leaving her alone, either. I got lectured to the entire way to the airport, and then we got in a nasty fight because I told him to shut the hell up."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. If you had only waited for me—"

"Did you actually expect me to stick around after that? I have enough hot-tempered, bossy men in my family, and I don't put up with their shit, either. You talk to me like an adult, or you don't talk to me at all." She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, a flush of anger rising to her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I never meant to behave that way to you."

"Then why did you?" The honest look of pain in her features tore me apart.

"Bella…" As I leaned forward, I realized I was still holding the package I had brought for her. Setting it on the edge of her desk so that my hands were free, I leaned down and shoved them in my hair. It was time for me to lay it all out on the table, and I was nervous as hell. "I have always been in love with you. For as long as I can remember. You were the one girl who I compared every other person to in my life, and they all fell short. I didn't realize I felt so strongly until I saw you again, but it hit me like a ton of bricks."

"And that justifies you acting like an ass?" Her arms were still crossed, but her features had softened slightly.

"No, not at all. I'm just trying to explain some things about me. I was jealous of Jasper for the longest time because of you. It didn't seem fair that he got to call you his," I sighed, knowing how pathetic I probably sounded.

"I didn't wish him any ill will, and I never would have acted on it because of our age difference at the time, but I wanted you so badly." I looked up into her dark eyes before adding, "In every way, not just physically. You were everything light and wonderful in the world. You brought this sunshine with you whenever you were there. I was addicted." I paused before continuing, praying that I was getting through to her. "You don't know how torn up I was, wishing that you two would break up so that I wouldn't have to see you together, while at the same time wishing that you would never leave because I wanted to be near you so badly."

Bella sighed deeply. "That still doesn't explain your actions that day."

"I'm trying to make you see that I have always been so twisted up over you. I told myself time and again that I could never have you because it was wrong. Jasper was my brother and I was much too old for you. I convinced myself that I must be some kind of disgusting pervert and you would be much better off without me. But it never went away, Bella. I always missed you, even though I tried to make myself forget you. I looked for you in every woman I've ever met."

Stopping to take a deep breath, I forced myself to tell her what was in my heart. "Bella… I've loved you for thirteen years, and when I finally had the chance to get to know you again as adults, it only intensified. All of the old feelings came rushing back, only stronger. That's why I reacted so badly after the phone call… all of my old jealousy and insecurity about you came back stronger, too."

"Did you really think that I would have chosen Jasper over you after everything that we shared?" Her arms were crossed in front of her in frustration, telling me that she wouldn't tolerate anything but the truth.

"At the time? Yes," I admitted. She looked ready to stand up and throw me out, but I held up my hands, begging her to stay seated. "Please, I'm only being honest. It was such an instantaneous, primal reaction… I couldn't help it. I know it was stupid, and I wish more than anything that I could take it back. You have to understand, one minute I'm picturing us picking out our china patterns, and then the next minute you're gushing over the phone with my brother. I felt like I had been given a glimpse of the most amazing happiness, only to have it ripped away."

Bella's eyes were huge. "You've thought of being married to me?"

"Of course I did. How could I not? It wasn't like I was going to ask you that day or anything, but how could I not see myself with you forever after finally having you back in my life? I was tired of running from my life. If I had you in it, it would be a life worth living."

Two enormous, fat tears ran down her cheeks. "Dammit, Edward, how can you say that?"

"What? I'm only telling you the truth." I couldn't stand the sight of her tears, so I got up quickly and moved next to her, crouching down so that I was at eye level. "Please don't cry," I whispered, reaching my hand up and wiping one of her tears away with my thumb. "I don't want to hurt you. Never again."

"But Edward… if I were to marry a rude man, I would just be spending the rest of my life living with my father. Hell, I might as well just move back home and call it a day."

"Hey, I'm not asking you to marry me tomorrow; I just want to be with you again. I'm hoping that the rest will work itself out over time. I know that I have some shit to deal with, and I'm working on it. It was just so hard to imagine that you could feel even a fraction of what I felt for you."

Bella huffed loudly and pushed my hand away. "You know, Edward, I actually felt myself falling for you. I can tell you exactly when it happened, when I couldn't deny it anymore. I was so happy to realize it. You can compare your 'I've had a thing for you for years' to my more recent feelings, but mine were just as intense as yours!" Her eyes were bright and fiery, and I wanted to curl up and live in her words.

"Then I guess we'll both have to trust each other, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I slowly reached up and wiped her other tears. "It looks like I have to trust that these feelings aren't one-sided… and you have to trust that I'm going to do everything in my power to make you happy. I know it's going to take time and patience, but I think we're worth the effort." I swallowed deeply and looked her in the eye. "Do you?"

"But how would we make it work? You live in New York and you're gone on the road all the time!"

"Answer my question, Bella. Do you think we're worth the effort?"

She was quiet for a moment, and I felt like I was dangling over a cliff. I watched, holding my breath, as two more tears slid down her cheeks. "Yes," she whispered.

"Say that again."

"Yes." She spoke a bit louder, her cheeks blushing brightly.

"Really?" My head was swimming. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Yes!" She nodded quickly, surprising me as she grabbed me around the neck and pulled me in for the sweetest kiss I'd ever tasted in my life.

"I can't tell you how happy I am to hear you say that." I exhaled in relief as I backed away, kissing her on the tip of her nose.


"Well, I love you, for one… but this also makes me feel much better about the condo I just moved into a few miles away."

A huge smile crept over her face. "You took that job, didn't you?"

"I decided that being branch manager had its perks. I have my own office, my own parking space, and people who run around and do things when I tell them to." We both chuckled lightly as I reached up and caught another stray tear before it fell off her chin. "Besides, I had to. It was the only way that I could stay close to you."

"That was a big gamble. What if I had said no?"

"You were worth the risk." I leaned forward and kissed her again, stroking her cheek as I pulled away. God, it felt good to touch her again.

"Can I admit something to you?" she asked shyly, biting her lip in a way that went straight to my groin.

"Of course."

"From the moment you told me about that job, I secretly wished that you would take it. I had no idea so much was going to happen between us that night, but I hoped that I would have more time to get to know you."

"You did?"

"Yeah," she blushed. "I hoped that you might get up the nerve to ask me out."

"Well, I'm asking now. I want to fill up your calendar for as long as you'll let me."

"That's a good thing," she laughed. "I haven't had my calendar filled in a few weeks."

"Did you just make a dirty joke?"

"Obviously not a good one if you have to ask." She giggled some more.

"Sorry, I'm too busy being turned on at the innuendo to laugh."

Bella reached up and touched my face, pulling me in closer. "I've missed you so much. I was so sad for things to end that way."

"I don't ever want them to end, Bella." My voice was thick with emotion. "I love you."

She smiled widely, her eyes shining bright with tears again. "I love you, too."

I couldn't stay away from her after that. My mouth came crashing down on hers, swallowing her gasps and mixing them together with my moans. I tried to pull her closer… to touch her more… to feel her everywhere, but Bella had other plans.

She stood up abruptly, pulling me with her by my tie, our lips never parting. We made our way clumsily to the small couch in the corner, kissing and groping frantically. When she pushed me down, hiked her skirt up and straddled me, I couldn't hide the shock in my voice.

"Bella…" I panted between kisses, not really wanting to stop. "Are you… are you sure?" As turned on as I was, I didn't want her to think that was the only thing I wanted.

"Shut up, Edward," she scolded. "I don't do anything I'm not sure about. You've been haunting me every night in my dreams… all I can do is think about us and what we did together."

"Oh, God… me, too," I groaned, gripping her ass as she ground herself against me.

"So I hope I don't sound too forward when I say that I want make-up sex with my boyfriend."

"No… nothing is too forward for me," I panted, pulling her into me harder.

"Good. Then shut up and fuck me."

She silenced any response from me with her tongue, swirling it around my own with a delicious friction that only hinted of the pleasures to come. Her hands moved between us, making quick work of my belt and zipper. I lifted my hips when she tugged on my boxers, pulling them down just far enough to let my erection spring free.

When she rose up to position herself over me, I reached between her legs and pulled her panties to the side, not wasting the time to take them off. Immediately, she was there… silk and wet and amazing… sliding down my length. When she sank all the way to the bottom we both stopped, looking deeply into each other's eyes.

"I love you," she gasped.

"Me, too," I gritted through my teeth. "So fucking much."

With that, we gave in completely. No more words were spoken; our mouths too busy kissing each other breathless. Our bodies moved together like they were two instruments playing the same song, making the most beautiful and hypnotic music together. She made me feel like I was coming home; every thrust pulling me deeper into my own personal heaven.

I slid my hand between us and rubbed my thumb against her as she moved on me. It didn't take long before we were both shuddering against each other and biting back our cries of ecstasy. I felt myself emptying deep inside her, and nothing had ever felt more right. It was as if we had finally given each other everything we had left to give.

We sat there for a few minutes catching our breath, balled up together in post-coital bliss.

"Well… I can honestly say I didn't expect that to happen," I sighed, rubbing my hand over her creamy thigh.

"Me, either," she giggled, her face buried in my neck. "But I'm damn sure glad it did."

"I didn't use anything," I whispered, finding it difficult to feel bad about something that had felt so amazing.

"Don't worry, I'm protected."

"I wasn't worried, actually. Worry was the last thing from my mind. I just wanted to make sure you remembered it in case you were worried." I leaned down and kissed her gently, loving the feel of her in my arms. "I think people might wonder what we've been up to in here."

"Let them wonder," she laughed, waving it off easily. "That's all they can ever do. It's not like I make a habit of it or anything."

"Well, that's a relief," I teased.

We finally disentangled ourselves, doing our best to look presentable. Bella had just finished re-tucking her blouse when she noticed the brown paper package still sitting on her desk. She picked it up and looked at it. "Was there actually anything in this, or was it just a prop?"

"Open it," I smiled.

She tore at the paper to reveal the carefully packaged box of Brazilian chocolates. "Brigadeiro!" She pulled the box open eagerly, biting into one of the candies, a loud moan ringing out in the room.

"Wow, you weren't that loud with me," I teased.

"What made you think of this?" she mumbled around the sweet, licking at her lips.

"I remembered that you always used to bring it over during the holidays. You said that it was about the only thing in the world you couldn't resist."

"So you planned to woo me with chocolate?"

"Hey, the flowers weren't working, I had to do something. Would you believe that I actually tried to make it myself first?"

"No!" she laughed. "I'm very impressed."

"Well, you wouldn't be if you saw how many batches I burned."

"Aw, poor baby," she giggled, handing me a chocolate. "Here, this will cheer you up. How about you invite me over to that new condo of yours, and I'll teach you how to make it myself?"

"That sounds nice." I smiled, biting into the delicious truffle. "However, I should warn you… I might not let you leave once you get there." I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in close to me so I could plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Who said anything about me leaving?"

"Certainly not me." I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her sweetly. The taste of chocolate lingered on our tongues, making it the most delicious kiss I'd ever experienced.

I knew it was early yet, but deep down I had the feeling that I would be tasting Brazilian chocolate on her lips for the rest of my life.