all that she wants., edward. <3

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

She missed him. She missed him a whole lot. It had been nearly a month since Bella had let Edward run away from Fallen Stars. She had been afraid of what they would do to her once she had told them that he had ‘run away.’ But she had sucked it up and went to them, trying her best to look frantic. Of course, she hadn’t gone right away. She’d wandered around the park for another hour or so, crying because she knew that the chances of her seeing him again were slim to none. She’d hoped that the hour she’d been wandered around was enough time for him to get to where he wanted to go. She had told them at Fallen Stars that she had taken him to the park, and she turned her back to him for a few minutes, and then he was gone. She didn’t tell them that she had let him go on purpose.

She had gotten into some trouble, but not too much. They just told her she couldn’t volunteer at the center for three months. Which was totally fine by her – what was the point of going if she didn’t get to see Edward there? After nearly a month of not seeing him, she wasn’t sure what to do. She just… needed to see him. She felt liked such a bad kid, though. She’d snuck into Fallen Stars and looked through their files. That was how she found where Edward lived – she’d realized that the people at Fallen Stars weren’t all that bright; the first place they should have looked for him was at his house, but they didn’t think to do that. Edward was right – they were all idiotic.

It was a bright, warm Saturday afternoon, and Bella was standing just outside Edward’s front door. She’d raised her hand a zillion times, but each time she was too afraid to knock. But she just had to do it. She finally raised her fist and knocked lightly on the door. She wasn’t sure what she would say to him. She wasn’t even sure if she’d even be able to speak at all. She sighed a little, waiting.

[Edward Parker Flint]

If you didn't no better, you'd go with the story that was going around That Edward had been gotten out of the rehab early for amazing results and his life was back to nearly perfect. He lived in a fairly big house and a loving mother and a well paid, respectable father. What could possibly go wrong? A lot. For one thing when Edward got home everyone acted as though he had just gotten home from school like any other day. His father who spread his story never asked why he was home so early. Later, while his father was at work his mum did ask about him. He just shrugged and told her everything was fine, not getting into anything. He noticed his sisters have formed a little clan almost, always together and looking out for each other and Edward didn't need to wonder why that had happened. It was fairly obvious.

Edward immediately got a job as a waiter at a fancy restaurant. He wasn't paid well at all but the tips were fantastic. He didn't spend the money on himself. He was saving it all up although it never seemed to be enough. And as the abuse continued he tried to ignore it when in reality it was impossible to ignore. He did think about Bella and he wanted to see her again and be with her although he knew he could not. He was an extremely bad influence on such a sweet girl, anyway. He tired to get back in the swing socially but no one wanted to hang around him anymore and after a little bit of trying he couldn't be bothered to continue his attempts. Edward became rather secluded, keeping to himself more often than not..

He felt useless and it was driving him insane. Things have changed for the worse since he entered the rehab with his father yet he still didn't do anything. Worse, he handed his father a drink when he asked for one although he was already drunk. He felt like he was encouraging the abuse at that point. He had no outlet for his anger although it was boiling inside of him. Sometimes, he wondered what his life would be like right now if he would have stayed at Fallen Stars. Would he be able to manage the anger? He tried not to think of these thoughts too much, however. They always seemed to go back to Bella.

To deal with loosing Bella he had gotten with quiet a few girls at parties yet somehow they didn't seem to ever be able to fill what Bella left. He didn't want Bella for that part of her. Ok, so he did but that wasn't it. He loved her personality and her voice and even the way her hair smelled. How was it that she seemed to completely take a hold of him? He was trying not to think of her at the moment. Instead he was wasting him time completely, hiding out from his family and on the computer, randomly wondering around myspace. Music filled the air and he missed that someone had knocked on the door. He did hear footsteps coming up the stairs and he thought it was his sister Taylor although her footsteps were a bit off. He was rather good at being able to tell exactly who was coming up stairs based on the sound of their footsteps. He had no idea that his mother had let none other than Isabella Marley Ryder inside and directed her to his room. Hearing the footsteps come to his room he turned his music down so it was playing softly, before turning around or even look back he asked, "What do you want Tay-" he asked as he spun himself around to face his doorway in his swivel chair. He stared at the person in the doorway in a bit of disbelief. Was it really possible that Bella was standing in his doorway. "Bella?" he said dumbly. Of course it was Bella but he couldn't get himself to believe it was really her. It was though. He wished several things then but the main was was that his room wasn't so messy as it was currently. No, it wasn't dirty, but it was messy.

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

Isabella had been so entirely nervous that she just wanted to run from that house, as far and as fast as she could. And she had been about to turn and take off, but then the door opened. She had knocked very softly, and a part of her had been hoping that no one had heard it. But of course someone had, and Bella stood there staring at the pretty lady, looking like a deer in the headlights. Her dark eyes were wide with fright, nervous because she wasn’t really sure what to do. The woman – who she assumed to be Edward’s mother – smiled at her and asked if she could help her. Bella could do nothing for a moment but just stand there. The woman asked if she was okay, worry evident in her eyes. Bella shook her head just a little to clear it, then nodded, telling the woman that she was there to see Edward. She smiled and ushered Bella into the house, pointing her in the direction of Edward’s room.

Okay, that was one step that was over. But now she had to deal with seeing Edward. She still hadn’t figured out what she was going to say to him. She wondered how he’d been. She had heard a bit of a rumor floating around that a kid that was locked up at the center returned home early and things were pretty much perfect for him. Bella thought that was a lie. Well, she knew the part about him getting out early was a lie. But she didn’t think things would be nearly perfect for him. She had caught a glimpse of a man that she assumed to be his father, sitting in the living room in front of the TV, drinking. Well, she figured with a man like that around, things weren’t going to be perfect, not in the least. She felt anger towards him for the things that Edward had told her he had done. But she pushed all that away. She didn’t want to be angry when she saw Edward. She had made herself as lovely as she could. She wanted to look extra special for him – it had been nearly a month, you remember – and she wanted to make a good impression now. After much debate, she decided on a knee length, pure white summer dress. It was nice and flowy and swirled around her knees. It made her look graceful. She had left her hair down like she’d done that night in the park; it was long and curly and just pretty. She went easy on the makeup, of course, as she wasn’t ever big on makeup. But it still made her look beautiful, and she used more natural tones so that she didn’t look too made up.

When she stood outside the room that she had assumed was Edwards, judging from his mom’s instructions, she smoothed her damp palms across the thighs of her skirt. She wished she wasn’t so damn nervous. She had heard music coming from inside the room as she approached the door, and she once again knocked softly, partially hoping he wouldn’t hear. Which he hadn’t. But she knew she couldn’t just chicken out after coming all this way. Besides, her need to see him outweighed her fear. She heard the music turn down, though, and she quietly opened the door. She saw him sitting there, and just stared at him. She felt so… relieved, in a way. He was all right, from the looks of it, and that made her feel a whole lot better. When he spoke she bit her bottom lip, waiting for him to turn around. Her biggest fear was that he’d tell her to go away and never try to see him again. When he spun around, her gaze met his, and she felt on the verge of tears. She didn’t know why, though. When he said her name, she sighed a little, pushing some hair behind her ears. She didn’t speak right away, glancing around his room, taking everything in – this was where he lived. Where he slept, maybe where he ate, where he played. It was his haven. And she was standing just outside of it.

She sighed a little before looking back at him. “I… I wanted to… to make sure you arrived here safely.” Obviously he did, so why didn’t she just go? “I… I’ve been worried that you hadn’t.” She felt awkward there, as though she didn’t belong. It felt almost wrong, being in his home when she knew he didn’t feel for her how she felt for him. She sighed a little again and wrung her hands together in front of her. “May I… May I come in?”

[Edward Parker Flint]

Edward watched her intently, his heart pounding. Here was the girl he had fallen head over heels for, standing in his doorway. She looked as beautiful as he remembered if not more beautiful than before. He felt too many emotions at once for him. He felt relieved that she didn't hate him for leaving her when she could have gotten punished. He felt thrilled that he wanted to see her again. And most of all, he felt insanely nervous. Why was she here? Why would she come to his house just to see him? He didn't get it.

He swivilled back and forth in his chair as she spoke and continued afterwards, unable to sit still. She really wanted to make sure he was alright? He kicked things away with his feet, trying to both clean up, or at least put some things into a pile, and come up with an answer. He really could do with a smoke right now but he had no idea what she thought about that. Would she be turned off by that? Would she like it? Would she be indifferent? He was so nervous that he forced himself not to pick up the box on his desk which only made him want to smoke more.

To distract himself from this he tried harder of a reply when he noticed that he had kind of ignored her question, leaving her standing in the doorway. "Of course you can come in!" he said quickly as though he was trying tom make up for the delay. He wasn't acting like the smooth, ladies man he usuaully was. This girl was really messing him up. He got up and removed an old hoodie from the only other chair in his room and tossed it into a corner, smiling sheepishly, "And I'm fine. Thanks for asking," he told her then, sitting down in his chair only to start swivilling once more. He felt like a train wreck. Why couldn't he just keep his cool around her? "I'm sorry about that night, by the way, I was wrong to put you in that position. Is everything ok. I hope they didn't punish you. It wasn't your fault," he rambled, looking at her with rather tired circles around his eyes.

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

Just then Bella was afraid he wouldn’t let her enter his room. She stood there and watched him swerve back and forward in his chair. He seemed nervous. Was he? He looked like it. She didn’t really want him to be nervous. Because it would just make it more awkward if they were both nervous. Which, it looked like that was happening. Then she watched as he started kicking things around. What was he doing? It looked as though he might be trying to make some semblance of clean in the room – not that it mattered to her whether or not his room was clean. She was just so glad – and nervous – to see him.

She noticed, obviously, that he wasn’t answering her. Maybe she should just leave. It was obvious that she had surprised him by going there. Maybe he just wanted nothing to do with her. It would break her heart, but she would respect that if that was what he wanted. She was looking around again, too afraid to meet his gaze. When he spoke, however, there was such vehemence in his voice that she looked up at him quickly, her eyes wide. Okay, so. That sounded as though he wanted her to come in; he wasn’t letting her come in just to be polite. That made her feel better, even though she knew it was just her wishful thinking. Before she could even take a single step into the room, he stood and lifted a hoodie from another chair in the room. Obviously he was offering the chair to her, right? But she couldn’t sit. She was too nervous, too on edge to sit still just yet.

When he said he was fine, she smiled a little, glad. She wasn’t sure if that was the truth, but she sincerely hoped that it was. Then he sat again. She moved into the room slowly, a little hesitant. Without really thinking about it, she shut the door quietly behind her – it was an instinctive action, yes, but she didn’t want anyone seeing or hearing whatever conversations they might have. She stood there for a moment, her back resting against the door. She had no idea what to do, what to say, and she thought it might make her go insane. When he started speaking again, telling her he was sorry, asking her if it was okay, defending her, she couldn’t help but smile at him. “Don’t apologize, Edward – I wouldn’t have let you go if I hadn’t wanted to.” She cared so much about him, and that was why she had decided to let him try for freedom. He didn’t need to apologize for something she did on her own free will. She moved away from the door then, walking towards him. She smiled sweetly. She stopped to stand right in front of him. “They told me I couldn’t volunteer at the center for three months, since I ‘lost’ you.” She smiled a little to show him that she wasn’t sorry that she got ‘punished.’ Unable to stop herself, not caring what he’d think about it, Isabella slowly reached out and touched his cheek lightly with her fingertips, still smiling sweetly at him. “Don’t worry about it. I wanted to help you. I don’t want you to think that you made me make a bad decision.” She reluctantly dropped her hand and took a short step backwards. “Because I didn’t.” She wouldn’t regret letting him leave – she just hoped being back home was what he had hoped it would be.

[Edward Parker Flint]

He watched her walk in and walk around, paying too much attention to just about every flaw that she might see when in reality, his room was rather average. It'd be a bit odd for a guy, or even most people his age, to have a perfectly neat and organized room. He felt bad that he had made her volunteering come to an end for a while but she didn't seem to mind and he didn't want to dwell on it. He watched her put her hand on his cheek and he smiled. Wait. What exactly did that mean. Girls were way to confusing for him. Especially this one. But that was one of the things that he liked about her. It was hard to tell what she was thinking and he liked it that way.

However, in reality, coming home wasn't all that he wanted it to be. He didn't have nearly as much money as he wanted to have yet and things were worse with his father. It was hard for him to take and he felt bad for not doing anything. He had no idea what to do though. He knew that if he intervened to much two things would most likely happen. Either his father would throw harder punches at whoever had fallen victim to him that time or he would get it. Edward wasn't sure he wanted to risk that. "I'm glad you feel that way. I did feel a bit bad," he told her, nodding slightly. "But I'm really glad you came,"

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

Isabella wasn’t sure things were going as good as he had hoped, planned, and wanted them to. But he was home, where he had wanted to be, and it was good enough for her, knowing that he got there safe. She looked around his room again, still feeling awkward and unwelcome. Although, she did feel a bit better now, since he hadn’t kicked her out and all. She’d been really nervous about that. She reached up and pushed some hair away from her face, finally meeting his gaze when he spoke. She smiled at him when he said he had felt bad. “Don’t feel bad, Edward. You didn’t do anything wrong.” And really, he hadn’t. She supposed that, in all honesty, he really had no right to ask her to let him leave when it was her responsibility to take care of him while she was volunteering. But it didn’t bother her. She’d actually felt very honored that he had trusted her enough to let him run off without telling anyone about it. And she hadn’t told a single soul that he’d run off – not because she was afraid of getting herself in trouble, but because she was afraid of getting him in trouble.

At his last comment, she froze, her smile sliding off her face. He was glad she came? That had to mean something, right? Something more than it had seemed to be. She paused for a moment before murmuring. “Me, too.” She began moving around his room, looking at all the things he had lying around here and there. To any other person it might have just looked like stuff, but to her it was like seeing a part of him. Seeing into his soul, as cheesy as that sounded. She turned to look at him again. She swallowed hard, trying to work up the courage to say what she really wanted to say. She wanted to move closer to him, but she just knew she had to stand where she was, halfway across the room, for her to be able to say what she wanted to. She took a breath and let it out on a sigh, tentatively meeting his gaze. “I’ve… I’ve missed you.” Boy did she ever. Her gaze shot away from him again, a bright red flushing over her cheeks.

[Edward Parker Flint]

Edward watched the smile leave her face and he felt like kicking himself for saying that. She obviously didn't feel the same way and yet at other times it really felt like she might have feeling for him as well. He felt absolutely restless and so uncomfortable in this situation. Everything used to be perfect between them, never awkward or wrong but now everything seemed painfully awkward. Where exactly did this come from? Was it the kiss? Him running away? What? Or did it go back to when she shared her story? Did all of this start from letting the other inside? His mind was jumbled but he couldn't just sit there anymore so he slowly stood up.

He watched her looking around, dieing to know what she was thinking. But then again, he thought things like this every time he saw her. He found her fascinating and amazing. Although, not in a creepy way at all. He leaned back against his desk as he watched her meet his gaze. She looked at her for a moment, his face natural. When she told him he missed her he couldn't help but smile at her. It was just so nice to hear her say that. Not only was she one of the few to say that among his friends and family in since his return, but she was saying it. Isabella obviously had some sort of feelings for him and if it was just friendship, he would learn how to deal with that. "I've missed you too," he replied, not hesitating like she had done to him although his answer was not necessarily automatic either. He meant what he said.

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

Isabella watched him as he stood from his seat. She wondered if he was as antsy as she was, and just couldn’t sit any longer. If he did feel that way, than that must mean something, right? She wanted to believe so. When he leaned back against his desk, he looked a little more relaxed, but she was sure he wasn’t. Then again, maybe he was. But she felt so at odds at the thought – she was all jumbled in her head and she had no idea what to do, and if he was all relaxed then she realized that she’d feel so alone and even more nervous. She sighed a little and closed her eyes in an attempt to get things back together. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to survive this encounter if she continued to stay as nervous as she was just then.

She looked at his face and saw his smile. The fact that she missed him made him smile; the thought, oddly enough, lightened the heaviness in her heart. She felt such a relief then that she couldn’t help but smile back at him. At his words, she froze. The smile once again slid from her face, although this time it was obvious that she was pleased that he had responded in such a way. She noticed that he hadn’t hesitated with his admission – he’d said it confidently, and she knew that he was telling the complete truth. The corners of her mouth tipped up slightly in a faint but lovely smile, and she took a few slow steps towards him, closing the distance between them. She wanted him to know how much that meant to her. How much he meant to her. Sighing a little, making a sudden decision then, she reached up to touch his neck lightly in a small caress; then she stood on her toes, leaning up to touch her lips lightly to his.

It wasn’t a lasting kiss, as she hadn’t that much confidence, but it was wonderful nonetheless. Bella’s eyes were closed as she settled back on her feet, and she breathed out another sigh, unable to meet his gaze. Her face was a bright red color, as she was deathly afraid that he’d lash out at her for her actions. Her eyes still closed, she reached up and crossed her arms across her chest, running her hands up and down them, as though she were trying to warm them. He had rejected her once – she wasn’t sure she could stand it again.

[Edward Parker Flint]

Edward watched her walk over to him, he was extremely relieved that she liked his answer. It was as though he was getting back into his element slowly but surely. He noticed that they were standing close but he had not expected a kiss in the slightest. He expected a hug, maybe, but not for her to kiss her. He just stood there, feeling frozen for a moment but then he regained his senses and kissed her back. He noticed that she didn't seem that experienced but none the less their kisses always seemed to be wonderful. In fact, he found the fact that she was so inexperienced slightly adorable. She was innocent, in her own little way and he didn't think he was good enough for her.

When she broke the kiss he stood there for a moment, looking down at her as she crossed her arms. He was a bit frightened by that. What exactly did that mean? Did she regretting kissing him. Did she not want to kiss him again? What? He also noticed her blush. That amused him a bit. It was then he realized one of the reasons he found himself attracted to her. She was so unlike any of the other girls he had ever been with, or slept with. None of them would blush after a small kiss or be so innocent like or even quiet. He found attractive.

He brought up one arm around her slowly, and gently brought her into an odd little hug. Then he, deciding to try this one more time, leaned down to kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose, until he reached her lips. He was gentle at first, wondering how she would take it. Would she get into it or simply push him away? He couldn't decide but knew that going to quickly or being too aggressive would most likely be bad. He was willing to respect how far she wanted to go just then. He brought his other arm around her as well shortly after the kiss started, holding her in his arms and loving that moment.

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

Bella was afraid to open her eyes. What if he was looking at her as if she were repulsive? That was how the thought he would be looking at her – maybe her mind was just playing tricks on her, but she couldn’t help it. Of course, he had kissed her back, but she knew how Edward was – how most men were, really – and she knew he would kiss her back no matter what. But she couldn’t help but hope that there was something more to it than some kind of sexual urges or whatever it is that men think about when they kiss a woman.

When he touched her, wrapped an arm around her, her eyes fluttered open slowly, lifting to meet his gaze. He didn’t look repulsed. That had to be a good sign. She willingly went when he tugged her closer, even though she was a little surprised. He was hugging her? She let her eyes drift close again, quite content. She wasn’t sure what his hug meant – it could be just a friendly kind of hug, nothing more than that. She sighed a little, just happy that they’d gotten this far. Then she felt his lips touch her forehead, her nose. Her mouth. She was surprised at first, and she didn’t respond for a few moments. His kiss was gentle, coaxing, and she couldn’t not respond. She rested her hands at his sides for a moment as she returned his kiss, her surprise giving way to excitement.

Her hands moved slowly, tentatively, from his waist to his chest. She sighed against his mouth when she felt his other arm wrap around her. It was so wonderful, so exquisitely perfect, and she wondered how she could be so lucky to have him. Her hands moved from his chest up around his neck loosely, and she deepened the kiss a little more, trying her best to make it better for him – she wasn’t all that experienced with this kind of thing, and she had a feeling that Edward knew that. She pressed her body closer to his, wanting to be as close to him as she could.

[Edward Parker Flint]

Edward was a bit frightened when she didn't respond. She was the one that kissed him first the first time. Well, today anyway. Was she really already regretting that? Just when he was about to pull away, defeated as he figured she didn't want to explore that part of their relationship with him, she began kissing him back. He smiled a bit into their kiss for a moment and began moving his hands down her back and resisted the urge to go down further. Instead, he pretended he wasn't going for that but gently rubbing her back.

As she deepened the kiss he moaned lightly and continued kissing her. Edward decided to take her deepening the kiss and invitation to go into it further. Moments passed and he was getting more and more aggressive as time went on. Despite her inexperience it was one of the best kisses he's ever had. She was just amazing. She pushed her body closer to him and he held her there, his hands around her waste. Slowly, he began to realize something. He was starting to loose control and he doubted, no, he knew, she wouldn't be into being friends with benifits with him. That didn't seem like something she would be into at all.

Despite this, he carried on kissing her for a bit and slowly his kisses grew softer and he broke away, catching his breath as looked down at her, his expression somewhere between a sweet smile and a smirk. He didn't say anything for a moment, playing with her hair. He loved her hair, if you couldn't tell. He really hoped she was one of those people who hated it when people messed with it. That'd be a bit bad for him. He'd deal with it of course, but he liked messing with it idly as he thought. Slowly he gained enough courage to say something he'd been wanting to say the words he has been trying to say for a long, long time. "You should stay away from me, you know," he began softly. "I'm bad for you. After all you've been though you don't need someone that should be in anger management. You deserve someone peaceful. But none the less, I can't stop myself from liking you. No matter how I try to distance myself from you, you always pull me closer to you. And I really want you to like me too, but if you don't I understand," he told her, liking the way that came out. He said what he had been thinking for a while in an honest manner.

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

Isabella sighed softly against his mouth when she felt his hands move down her back. For a moment she thought he was going to let them drift further, and she felt a little disappointed when he didn’t. She did like how he was rubbing her back, though, so it wasn’t such a big deal. She loved it when he moaned a little – she must be doing an adequate job at this kissing business. She was glad she was pleasing him, in any case. As his kissing gradually got more intense, more aggressive, Bella got a little scared. She had done this kind of thing before, but it had only been once, and it had never been as good as this. But despite her reservations, she didn’t stop the kiss, and she found that it wasn’t as horrifying as she had made herself believe.

It was just so amazing. He was so amazing. She had never known that it could be so good like this. It had been okay with her ex-boyfriend; it had never, never been like this. Ever. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, returning his kiss just as intensely, just as passionately. She wondered what he was thinking while this was going on – was he thinking she was good? Bad? Alright? Was he thinking about doing more than just kissing? Did he really want to do more than just kissing? And with her? She thought about that for a moment – ever since her ex-boyfriend had practically forced her to have sex with him, she had thought that she’d never want to do it again. But she realized that, if Edward really wanted to do it with her, she probably wouldn’t mind so much. Of course, the thought of sharing her body with someone kind of made her nervous still, but she was sure that wouldn’t stop her.

Belle nearly groaned in protest when his kisses became softer. She had really been getting into the more intense kissing. She did groan softly when he broke away. She kept her eyes closed for a moment as they both tried to get their breathing to slow down some. After a moment, her eyes flutter open. She saw his expression and almost smiled – but she didn’t. She couldn’t, until she knew exactly where they stood. She did sigh a little, though, content. She noticed that he was playing with her hair – if she could recall correctly, he had played with her hair the last time they’d done this kind of thing. Maybe it was just something he did. Maybe he liked her hair, and that was why he toyed with it – she liked to think that was the reason. She watched him closely for a moment. He looked as though he wanted to say something, and so she waited for him to do so. When he started speaking, her full attention was directed on him. At his words, her lips parted lightly, and she felt kind of like she was in a dream. When he finished, she resisted the urge to throw herself at him.

Instead, she rested her body against his once again and tugged his head down, touching her lips to his. She kissed him for a few moments. It was a very intense kiss, although it was a little brief. She broke the kiss off and looked up at him, smiling. She murmured his name softly before reaching up, touching his face lightly with her fingertips. “You say you’re bad for me,” Her smile was sweet, engaging, “But I think you’re kind of the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” And it was true. Even though they’d argued a lot before, it had really all been in good fun. He had always treated her well, and she adored him for that. After everything her father had put her though, and then her ex-boyfriend, Edward was a wonderful breath of fresh air. She smiled still, her hand moving from his face down to his neck, brushing a featherlight caress over his skin.

[Edward Parker Flint]

Edward watched her intently after he spoke, looking for any clue of what she could possibly be thinking based on her reaction. If he was honest with himself, it was one of the most terrifying experiences of his life. He's never really told anyone how he really felt about them before. He's never even felt this way about anyone before. Of course it wasn't the scariest. His father topped all of those but none the less, it was nothing short of horrifying for him. He noticed that her lips parted slightly and he couldn't decide if they did so in a good way or in a repulsed way. He was trying to find words to speak as she seemed to not be able to really say any and was really scared for a moment. He was sure that she didn't feel the same way after all.

Then he felt her body come closer to his and his head was pulled down into a kiss. In that moment he knew that maybe good things really did happen to people like him after all. Maybe he did deserve his chance at an absolutely amazing woman. He kissed her back urgently and the kiss was intense. He groaned into it and never really wanted it to end because in this moment she didn't have time to change her mind or decide that she didn't like him after all, that he was really wrong for her. It was so intense He was thinking about moving onto her neck right when she broke it. He looked at at her, not smiling until he noticed she was, then he smiled right back at her.

When she spoke he was amazed. How could he be the best thing that ever happened to her? She seemed too good for him. No, he didn't have an awful confidence or anything but she was just so, well, good. Although, when he got to thinking about it he could probably say the same thing about her. In fact, he was about to say something when her hand moved to his face and then his neck and he found himself completely distracted. He moved his hands down to her waste and leaned down to kiss her again. Really, despite her inexperience, he found that kisses shared with her were brilliant. He moved away from her mouth and began on her jaw line and then her neck, idly wondering how far she had ever gotten before. Part of him wanted to be her first but he wouldn't be upset if it wasn't. That would be huge case of double standards. He just couldn't tell; part of her was innocent and the other part wasn't. Would she even let him get that far? He wanted her too. He really wanted her too, but he supposed he'd have to respect that.

[Isabella Marley Ryder]

The kiss that they had shared was so incredibly intense that Bella wasn’t sure how she had actually survived it. She’d heard him groan, and she smiled a little. She could feel the urgency in his kissing, and she wondered how she’d ever be able to deny him anything. She wondered what he would think of her words. Would they turn him off? Would he be glad she thought that way? She was a little nervous about it, but she figured she shouldn’t worry too much – he had been the one to speak of his feelings first.

She watched him, and he didn’t look as though he was turned off or otherwise having a negative effect to her words. For that she was grateful. When his hands moved to her waist and he bent his head to touch his lips to hers, she was positive that her words had impressed him. She was so amazed at how wonderful their kisses always turned out to be. In fact, they seemed to get better and better each time. She whimpered a little in protest when he moved his lips from hers, but sighed when she felt his lips touch her jaw and neck. She gasped a little and moaned at the feeling. While her ex-boyfriend had kissed her on her neck before, he had always seemed to do it so roughly, and she hadn’t really liked it. But she loved this. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck again, holding him to her. Still holding him against her, she moved quickly, switching positions with him so that her back was against his desk and he was pressed against her. She smiled a little. After a few more moments of his ministrations, she grabbed his face in her hands and lifted his head, pressing her lips to his again; she just had to kiss him. She gripped the front of his shirt in her hands tightly. She moved against him a little, unable to stand still.