Edward and I agreed to meet the next day, and I honestly didn't know what I would say to him.

I hadn't really talked to anyone about what had happened, but I felt like he had the right to know. And I didn't want him to blame himself, because who could have predicted that Tanya was crazy enough to kidnap me?

He had soccer, so after practice he was going to come over to my house and we'd talk about everything, anything. I just needed to see him. I somehow felt closer to him now, and I couldn't explain it.

I heard a car coming up the driveway and I peaked through the curtains. Edward was outside, his hair dripping from the shower he'd probably taken after practice. I went to the door and opened it for him.

"Edward," I called, my voice cracking.

His eyes met mine and suddenly we were hugging and his lips were at me ear.

"Bella," he breathed, sounding relieved.

I took a step backward and Edward shut the door behind him, but our embrace never broke. We stood like that for a while. It could have been minutes, or even years, but I don't think either of us would have cared.

When we finally parted, I led him up to my room. I'm sure Charlie would have killed me, but we needed somewhere more private than the living room. As we went up the stairs, Edward remained silent and I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind.

Once we reached my room, I led him to the bed and sat down. He hesitated but slowly sat beside me.

"What was it like, Bella?" he asked, his voice soft.

I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I don't think I can talk about it right now, Edward. It's too fresh. Give me time."

He nodded and laced our fingers together.

"I don't think I'll ever stop worrying about you," he admitted.

"I don't think I'll ever stop being scared."

We sat in silence for a few moments, Edward rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

"You know," he started, "I might being saying this at the worst time, but I still think I should say it."

I raised a brow, not really understanding what he was saying.

He took a deep breath. "I love you."

I stared at him for a moment letting the words sink in and slowly my face broke out into a huge grin.

"I love you, too."

His grin matched my own and he leaned in and kissed my lips gently.

I returned his kiss and when he nibbled on my bottom lip, I granted him entrance.

I don't think anything could have been more perfect.


I say I'll update by the weekend and you get it a few weeks later. I'm sorry. But two more chapters and I think we're done with this journey. I'd like to thank those who've stuck with me this far. Your support (even if I don't update when I say) inspires me in every way. So thank you for that! This chapter is brought to you by Ed Sheeran and Andrew Belle songs, along with unfinished history and English essays. Until next time. x