Fire of Your Soul ~ Chapter Nine

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Up next, Bella will find her dress and we’ll get a date for our two favorite lovebirds. Will they kiss? Will they do more? 

Chapter Nine

 Bella was sitting in her apartment. Perusing her laptop, she was looking for the dress for the benefit. Why was it so hard to find the perfect dress? One would have the right top, but a hideous bottom. Or, it was either too slutty or too matronly.  She wanted a dress that would make Edward drop to his knees and beg. 

After looking at hundreds of dresses, she made some notes on the designers she liked and decided to go to a few shops to try on some. There were several formal shops in the Seattle area. There were reviews for Dolce Bleu that were outstanding. Changing into something more conducive for formal dress shopping, Bella picked up her purse, and left for the shop.

She made her way to their coffee shop to pick up a coffee to go. Edward was working the early shift so that she couldn’t meet up with him this morning. It was strange walking in the shop and not seeing his smiling face. After she had her hot liquid of life in her hand, she stepped back out of the shop and headed towards the shop. It was a glorious day with no rain and the sun shining brightly. Sipping on her coffee, she hoped and prayed that she would find the right dress. 

Turning right on Main Street, she was happy to see the shop ahead. Bella stood outside and looked at the store window display of Dolce Bleu. It was decorated with a magical wedding gown. It was form-fitting, covered with crystals in the design of flowers, and long sweeping training. Damn, it was something she could see her wearing if she was ever lucky enough to find that special man who could put up with her. Finishing up her coffee, she threw the cup in the trash and went in the door. 

“Welcome to Dolce Bleu,” a tall red-head said with a sincere smile. “My name is Marci.”

“Hello, Marci, I’m Bella,” she replied.

“What can I help you find today, Bella?” Marci asked.

“I am looking for a dress for a benefit. It’s a formal event and I checked online, loving what I saw,” Bella smiled

“Is there something, in particular, you are looking for?” Marci asked.

“It has to be either black or white. I am looking for something that will stop my date’s heart,” Bella grinned with her eyes twinkling.

“We have several dresses that would work for the benefit. You have a killer body and our designs would work wonderfully on you,” Marci giggled.

“Um, well, thank you,” Bella replied, unsure about Marci’s compliment. Bella had a nice body and she was comfortable in her skin, but she wouldn’t describe herself as ‘killer.’ 

Marci showed Bella to one of the dressing rooms. They were larger than a standard room, giving the customer room to try on full-skirted gowns. The room had a plush tufted bench, a pedestal, and a full-length mirror.

“Please remove your clothing and place this on,” Marci urged, handing her a white silk robe with the boutique logo on the right breast. “I’ll be back in a few moments with some dresses that would work for the benefit.”

“Thank you,” Bella replied. Once Marci closed the door, she removed her dress and slipped on the robe. Ten minutes later, there was a small knock on the door and Marci came in with an arm full of gowns in plastic bags. Hooking each hanger on the rack, she began to unzip each bag. 

“I’ve brought in a wide array of styles,” Merci began. “This one has a full skirt, off the shoulder with an ombre effect.”

Once Bella tried on the dress, Marci helped her out of the room to see herself in the three-way mirrors on the showroom floor. As they rounded the corner, Bella heard a gasp.

“Bella, sweetie, what are you doing here?” Her mother exclaimed, making her way over and placing her arms around her. 

“Looking for a dress for the benefit,” Bella replied, holding out her arms to show her the dress that she had on.

“Esme, what do you think?” Renee asked, turning to her friend. Marci helped Bella up on the pedestal, allowing her to view the gown from all sides. 

“I like the ombre effect. It’s elegant, but different,” Esme answered as she appraised Bella in her gown. 

Bella agreed with Esme’s assessment. She liked the dress, but it was not what she was looking for. The skirt was so full that she would be able to get close to Edward and feel his delicious body against hers. 

“It is charming, but it’s not the dress for her,” Renee mused.

“You are so right, Renee,” Esme agreed. “How is the young man going to get close to that body?”

Bella blushed over that statement. You read my mind, Esme. How could her mother and Esme talk about such things? 

“Esme, you do have a point. How are we ever going to get grandbabies if they don’t get close?” Renee snickered.

“MOM!” Bella barked. Her face flushed and she hid her face behind her hands. “Marci, I’m so sorry. Please excuse them. They apparently lack a filter.” 

“I’ve heard worse,” Marci shrugged, 

“The dress is nice, but not what I am looking for,” Bella muttered, shooting a glower at her mother. “Maybe something a little more form-fitting?”

“I think I have something that would be more suited to what you want,” Marci said, helping Bella down and taking her back to the dressing room. She took out the next gown. “This one is also off the shoulder, with a plunging neckline, thigh-high slit, and it’s backless.”

Bella liked how the dress looked on the hanger. She tried it on and it fit her like a glove. Once again, Bella walked out to the mirrors, where her mother and Esme were sitting with glasses of champagne in their hands. Stepping up on the pedestal, she looked at the mirror to see how it looked.

“Much better, but this leaves very little to the imagination,” Esme said, then blurted out, “Who is your date?”

“Do you have a date?” Renee asked, looking at Bella.

“Well, if she doesn’t, I am sure I could convince Edward to ask her,” Esme suggested. 

“Oh, how perfect,” Renee gushed, grasping hold of Esme’s hand and getting a faraway look in her eyes. “They would make beautiful babies.”

“MOM!” Bella snapped. “This is not appropriate to be talking about in public.”

“Why not? I have a beautiful daughter. Esme has a handsome son. You two would be wonderful together. We’ve discussed this for years,” Renee confided, taking a sip of her champagne. 

“I don’t need help to find a date,” Bella growled as she walked past Marci and headed back to the dressing room. She was so embarrassed. 

Marci came into the dressing room. “Bella, don’t feel bad about your mother. I can tell you now that I have heard and seen worse.”

“Thank you,” Bella said, her head hanging lower. Taking some deep cleansing breaths, her head rose up and she placed a determined smile. “I came in here for an amazing dress and I’m going to find it. What else do you have?”

“Good,” Marci said, unzipping the next bag and pulling out a stunning black and white dress. The bottom of the dress was black, tight-fitting, and the back was backless except for a row of fabric flowers flowing down the back of the dress, along her spine. 

Bella loved this dress and once she had it on her body, she knew it was the one. Her face broke out in a broad smile and every cell in her body began to tingle at the thought of Edward seeing her in it. She didn’t care what her mother or Esme thought about the gown. This was the dress. This time she walked out to the showroom with a strut and sexy sway of her hips. 

Renee and Esme were speechless. 

Standing in front of mirrors, Bella could almost picture her and Edward dancing. His large hand was resting on her back while he slowly rubbed in pinky down the waist of the dress, causing the most beautiful euphoric sensation. Bella sighed over that thought, turning towards her mother and Esme. She was determined that this was the dress and nothing they could say would change her mind. “Before you say anything, I love this dress and I can’t imagine wearing anything else,” Bella said with confidence. However, she was so worked up; she forgot to hold her tongue. “And I know that Edward is going to love it also.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she could have kicked herself in the ass.

“Edward?” Esme quizzed with a smirk. “My little Edward?”

Bella turned back around. “Not so little,” she mumbled under her breath, remembering the numerous times she had seen the outline of his cock in his tight jeans. It was those images that kept waking her up at night wet with need. She felt a hand on her arm.

“Sweetheart, you are stunning and Edward is one lucky man,” Renee whispered. “We’re sorry about earlier. We didn’t mean to embarrass you. It wasn’t our attention, Bella.”

Blowing out a breath, Bella turned, her eyes misty with tears, “You like it?”

“I love it,” Renee said, opening her arms.

Bella fell into Renee’s arms and sighed. After a few moments of drinking in her mother’s loving embrace, she pulled back. “Marci, I’ll take it.”

Marci had been standing back and watching the entire interaction and was overcome with emotions. Wiping away a stray tear, she smiled. “I’ll ring you up. If you come back tomorrow, the dress will be pressed and steamed. Do you need accessories? Jewelry?” 

“I do need a purse and some shoes, but I’m good with jewelry,” Bella answered. 

“I’ll pull some options,” Marci smiled. “I’ll meet you out front.” 

Bella nodded and waited until Marci left after she unzipped the gown. Slipping on the robe, Bella sent a text to Edward. 

Would you like to come over? Dinner? I’d like to see you ~ B

I’ll bring the wine and dessert ~ E

I’ll text you my address. Come over around six? ~ B

I’m counting the minutes, Bella. See you tonight ~ E

With a smile, she redressed, leaving the gown in the dressing room and walked out to the main showroom. Marci was at the counter, speaking with Renee. Bella scurried over to the counter just as her mother signed a credit slip. “Mom, I can afford my own dress,” she chided. 

“It’s a mother’s prerogative to spoil her daughter,” Renee chided. “And Esme is also doing some spoiling, too.”

“I can’t, Mom. She’s still a patient of mine,” Bella hissed. Renee just gave Bella a smirk, handing her daughter the claim slip for her dress. She looped her arm through Bella’s and they walked to the showroom. 

“I think this would look lovely with your dress,” Esme said, holding up a simple black beaded clutch. “With these shoes? They’re not as fancy, but still elegant.”

“The swoop across the arch of the foot matches the back of the dress,” Renee said. “Try them on, Bells.”

She slipped off her shoes and crossed her legs daintily. Taking the black, open-toed pumps, she put them on and stood up. They did wonderful things to her legs, making her calves look shapely and her legs a mile long. She walked a bit in the shoes, loving them. “I do like these. Very elegant, but comfortable.”

“Marci?” Esme called, holding up her hand, with her credit card between her fingers. “This purse and shoes, please?”

“Esme, I can’t accept these,” Bella argued as she sat back down to take off the shoes. “I’m appreciative, but …”

“Nonsense,” Esme insisted, pushing her credit card into Marci’s hand. “This is a gift. If I’d sent over a gift basket or an expensive bottle of scotch as a thank you for your help, would you send it back?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Bella said. 

“Then, consider this a thank you, Bella. You saved me, gave me back my life,” Esme breathed, taking Bella’s hand. “These shoes and purse are the same thing as an expensive bottle of scotch, except you can wear them. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Bella sighed, looking at Esme. Her eyes were sparkling and she wore a crooked smirk, looking so much like Edward. “Okay, Esme. I accept. Thank you so much for the accessories for the benefit.”

“There are also an adorable pair of earrings,” Esme snickered. 

“I’m good,” Bella laughed. 

“We still need to get our gowns, but do you want to go out to eat afterward?” Renee asked. 

“Actually, I have plans,” Bella said. “I’m going to the grocery store and then …” She trailed off and her face flamed. “I’ll see you at the benefit.”

“No, you’ll see us at the salon. I’ve made an appointment for all of us, Alice and Rose included, to get some relaxation and beautification before this benefit,” Renee sang. “The appointment is at noon for a full spa day. Ummelina Spa … just let them know you’re with the Swan/Cullen party.”

“Okay, Mom,” Bella said, hugging her mother. “I love you and thank you for the dress. I appreciate it, more than words can say.”

“Meh, you deserve it, Bells,” Renee sang, cupping her daughter’s cheeks. She smiled tenderly at her remaining child, seeing some life and sparkle in her eyes. “I love you so much, baby girl.”

Bella nodded, kissing her mother’s cheek and trying not to cry. Turning, she gave Esme a brief kiss and a hug. “Thank you for the accessories for the dress, Esme. I’m looking forward to the benefit,” she murmured. 

“For the first time in a long time, so am I,” Esme nodded. “Have fun tonight with your plans.”

“I fully intend to,” Bella giggled, taking the bag from Esme that held her shoes and new purse. “Good luck finding your own dresses. I’ll see you at Ummelina.” 

She looped the bag over her arm, leaving Dolce Bleu. She clambered into her car and drove to the Whole Foods close to her condo. She picked up some steaks, asparagus and potatoes. If Edward was anything like her father, he’d enjoy steak and potatoes. She also picked up some ingredients for a salad, red wine, a six pack of beer, Stella Artois, and some dessert. She paid for the groceries, hoping that Edward would enjoy the meal. When she got into her car, she sent a text to Edward with her address. 

Arriving back at home, Bella went up to her condo and put her groceries away. She showered and changed into a pair of jeans, a camisole and a long sweater. She went outside, grateful that it was a sunny day. The sun was slowly setting in the west, bathing the city in a warm glow. She lit the fire pit, leaving the door open to the kitchen. 

Bella was working making dinner when her phone rang. It was the lobby. “Hello?”

“Dr. Swan, we have an Edward Cullen down here,” said the security guard. 

“Send him up,” Bella smiled. “He’s a welcomed guest.”

“Yes, Dr. Swan. Do you want us to add him to the list of approved guests?” 

“That would be great,” Bella replied. She hung up the phone and padded to the door, opening it up. When she did, the elevator dinged and the sleek doors slid open. Edward walked out, wearing a pair of jeans and a sexy button-down shirt. He held a bouquet of colorful flowers and a bottle of white wine. “Hey, Edward.”

He strode over to her and grinned crookedly. “Hello, beautiful,” he said, kissing her cheek and handing her the bouquet. “For you.”

“They’re gorgeous,” Bella breathed, inhaling the fragrant blooms. “Come in, come in! Would you like a glass of wine? Some beer?”

“Wine would be great,” Edward answered, following her into her home. “Oh, wow. This place is gorgeous. That view!”

“It is a wonderful view,” Bella said. “Red or white? I picked a bottle of red when I was shopping, or I can open up the white wine you brought.”

“What are we eating?”

“Steaks, roasted asparagus, and baked potatoes,” Bella answered. 

“Red, then,” Edward said. “I’ll open it.”

Bella handed Edward the bottle and the bottle opener. While he opened up the bottle of wine, Bella took out the steaks and began making dinner. “It’s not very often that I cook for myself. Cooking for one is a lot of work. It was easier to eat at the hospital or to grab something from a restaurant on the way home. I can cook. I like to cook. I just don’t want to cook for just me.”

“I’m glad I could help you in that endeavor?” Edward chuckled, handing her a glass of wine. “But, I was in the same boat. Either I ate at the firehouse, or I hung out with my uncle and his wife for meals. Can I help with anything? I am pretty hapless in the kitchen, but I can chop things.”

“Can you make the salad?” Bella asked. Edward nodded and she grabbed the lettuce, onions, tomatoes, cucumbers and carrots from the refrigerator. She placed a wooden bowl in front of him, along with a wooden chopping block and a large knife. Edward began by washing the vegetables before cutting them. “So, I found a dress for the benefit.”

“You did?” Edward smirked. “What does it look like?”

“Sexy,” Bella answered, giving him a coy grin. “Very, very sexy.”

“I cannot wait to see you in it, beautiful,” Edward said, grateful that he was standing behind the counter. His cock was pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. “You’re not the only one who got their attire for the benefit. My dad took me and my brothers to get tuxedos. Well, my brothers already had tuxedos, but they needed  to be fitted. I had to get one since most of my clothes look like this.” He gestured to his clothes, which were cut exactly to his muscular form, “Jeans, button-downs and hoodies. When I’m at work, I wear a pair of cotton pants and SFD polo.”

“Even when you’re on site?” Bella asked. 

“Sometimes I’ll wear turnout gear if we’re on site close to when the fire is struck, but usually not,” Edward said. Bella shuddered, her lips puckering out into a sexy pout. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but I … sometimes hearing about fires and such … it freaks me out. I’m proud of what you do, of what my father does, but it’s such a dangerous job,” Bella murmured, sipping her wine. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to …”

“It is a dangerous job. I had a close scrape and I couldn’t go into another fire after that night,” Edward said, frowning deeply. It was my fault that your sister is dead. I’m so sorry, Bella.  “That’s why I decided to make the move to arson investigation. I may not be able to fight fires anymore, but I can help stop them.”

“You have the body of a firefighter,” Bella blurted, taking an appreciative look at his muscles. Her face flamed as her filter disappeared. Just like Mom and Esme’s at the dress salon with all that talk of grandbabies. “Shit … that was … I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Edward laughed, his smile wide and bright. “Thank you for the compliment. I may not go into active fires, but I still maintain my certification and I work out.” He reached over, taking her slender hand into his. He gently tugged her closer, staring into her eyes. “You definitely don’t look like any doctor I know … Granted, I went to Dr. Gerandy for as long as I can remember. He should have retired years ago. He has hair growing out of his ears.”

Bella bit her lip, sliding her hands up his arms. “I don’t have hair growing out of my ears,” she giggled. “The only hair I have is the hair on my head, Edward.” Her fingers tangled into his hair, which was as soft as she’d imagined. “I’m also not a million years old.” She rolled her hips, stepping into his personal space and feeling his length against her thigh. “Just because I’m a doctor doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time.” 

“Fuck,” Edward whispered, his arms sliding around her waist and cupping her ass. Their lips were a hairsbreadth apart, but the oven buzzed. Bella jumped, stepping away. 

“Saved by the bell,” she murmured breathily. She walked back to the counter, picking up a sheet of asparagus. She drizzled some olive oil on the vegetables along with freshly shaved romano cheese before sliding it into the oven. “I was seconds away from dragging you back to my bedroom and fucking the hell out of you.”

Edward’s eyes bugged out, staring at the sexy woman who worked easily in her kitchen. She turned toward him, giving him a sly smile. “Shocked, Edward?”

“A bit, but it’s good to know that our feelings are definitely mutual,” he growled. “And we haven’t even kissed yet.”

“Good things come to those who wait, baby,” Bella purred, sipping her wine. 

“Indeed,” Edward smirked, eager to make her words come to fruition. He wanted to fuck her, claim her. But, there was something else, burning deep inside him. He wanted to be owned by her and protect her. He wanted to love her. His cold, dead heart was beating inside his chest for the first time in nearly five years. 

“It’s a nice night. Want to eat outside?” 

“Sounds perfect,” Edward said, the spell breaking. 

Edward carried out the dishes to the patio while Bella finished cooking their meal. Once the food was done, they both carried out the steaks, roasted asparagus and baked potatoes with all the trimmings. It smelled delicious and looked even better. “I hope you like it,” Bella said, sitting down next to him. 

“I have no doubt, Bella,” Edward said, cutting into the perfectly grilled steak. “How did you find this place? It’s beyond gorgeous. Just like its owner.”

Bella grinned, blushing at his sweet compliment. “My mom found it for me. I was working insane hours at Sloane Kettering, wrapping up my fellowship, before I moved out here. I gave her my list of needs, a budget and sent her on her way. This place is amazing, a sanctuary for me.”

“It’s very warm and comforting. Usually, modern, contemporary homes can be cold, but this is elegantly you,” Edward said sincerely. 

“Well, besides my family, you are my first house guest. I’ve been a horrible host and I haven’t offered you a tour,” Bella said. 

“After dinner, beautiful,” Edward chuckled. “I don’t want this wonderful meal to go to waste, unless you become the meal.”

“Perhaps I’m dessert,” she purred, winking at him. 

Their meal was spent sharing sexy banter. Edward shared some stories of his time in college and then in Boston. Bella was enthralled by his passion for firefighting. The way he spoke about fires and his investigations reminded Bella of her father. But, Edward was drawn to the power of fire, where her dad was drawn to its destructive beauty. 

When they finished their meals, they moved to a couch on the patio. Bella talked about her time in medical school and her residency. Edward was in awe of her empathy and desire to make the lives of her patients better, enhancing their lives. When her patients struggled, so did Bella, desperate to make things right for them, to ease their pain. 

While they talked, like magnets, Bella and Edward moved closer together until Bella’s legs were draped over Edward’s. His fingers were gliding along her arm, reveling in the softness of her alabaster skin. His hand moved up to her neck, caressing her jaw. “You are so fucking beautiful, Bella,” he whispered. 

“So are you,” Bella said, biting her lip. His thumb moved to her lip and removed it from her teeth. He blinked down to her mouth, wanting to taste her. “Edward …”

“Do you want this?” he asked, tracing her lips with his thumb. 

“More than anything,” she replied. “Every time you touch me … I want more.”

“Bella,” he breathed before closing the gap and capturing her mouth with his. Her lips were soft and pouty, moving perfectly with his. She tasted of wine and something that was inherently her. He tugged her closer, burying his fingers into her hair as he deepened the kiss. She moaned against him, draping her leg over his and moving so she was straddling his legs. Edward held her tightly against his body as she rocked over his growing erection. “Fuck, baby.”

She pulled back, staring into Edward’s eyes. They were black with desire as he looked at her. His lips were swollen. Bella reached up, caressing his features. “Are you real?” she asked. 

“Are you?” he retorted, taking her hand and kissing her palm. “Being with you here is a dream, Bella.” 

She traced his lips, feeling fireworks ignite in her belly. She shrugged out of her sweater, revealing her camisole. Edward’s eyes blinked down as he stared at her heaving breasts. Gripping his hair, Bella nipped at his lips as Edward held her so close to his body. Her fingers moved down, working to unbutton his shirt to feel his skin. He moaned when her fingers scraped down his nipples. His mouth moved down her neck as he gently cupped her breast over her shirt. Bella was rolling her body, panting for his touch. “More, Edward. Touch me.”

He growled against her fragrant skin, pulling her shirt down to reveal her pert breast. He rolled her nipple with his fingers, making it even harder before his lips moved from her neck to her tit. He sucked on her, tasting her and desperate to take her to her bedroom to see all of her. He wanted to see her creamy skin. He wanted to touch her breasts, curious if he could make her come by touching her there. He needed to taste sweetness, her pussy, as she was coming from his mouth, his cock. 

He tore his mouth from her breast and kissed her again, palming her.  She was everything he loved in a woman … soft, sexy, writhing, curvy, breathless and his. He stopped kissing her, staring up at her as she panted heavily. His fingers traced along the curve of her breasts. “You’re fucking perfect, Bella,” he said, twisting her nipples. She whimpered. He went to kiss her again when his phone rang. “Fuck.”

“Let it ring,” she pouted, sucking his earlobe between her lips. “Let’s continue this in my bedroom, Edward.”

He groaned, wanting nothing more than to carry her to her room, strip her bear and slide into her warmth. He was lost as she sucked on his neck, rolling her body over his, making him even harder. If she kept doing that, he would have a mess on his hands. Or rather, in his boxers. The phone stopped ringing and he kissed her neck before devouring her mouth once more. He was getting ready to flip her onto the couch to tease her more when the phone rang again. “God damn it,” he spat. “It’s work.”

“How can you tell?” Bella pouted, moving off his lap and adjusting her top so her breasts weren’t hanging out. 

“The ringer,” he frowned, pulling out his phone and seeing the station’s number on the display. Sliding his finger across, he barked, “Cullen.”

“Hey, Edward,” Rose sighed. 

“I thought we were off tonight,” he grumped. 

“So did I, but there was a fire that needs our expert attention. Charlie is calling us in. It’s all hands on deck,” Rose said. “I was here looking over some of the evidence from another fire when I got the call. I’m so sorry, Edward.”

He scrubbed his face, looking over at Bella. She was deliciously rumpled and effortlessly sexy as she sat next to him. “Okay. I’ll be there in a half hour,” he retorted. 

“See you in a bit,” Rose replied. 

He hung up the phone, tossing it onto the table surrounding the fire pit. “I’ve got to go, beautiful,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Is everything okay?” Bella asked. 

“There was a mysterious fire and they need us to investigate to see if it was arson,” Edward muttered. “My boss is calling me in, so I have to go. I’d much rather be here, dealing with the fire burning between the two of us.”

“You’re not the only one,” Bella moaned. 

“This,” he said, pulling her back into his lap and kissing her deeply, “is not over. To be continued, Bella.”

“I’m aching,” Bella smirked. “And so wet, Edward.”

“I’m hard as a rock, Bella. I want nothing more than to …” he trailed off, pressing his forehead to hers. “The benefit … you’ll be mine.”

“Is that a promise?” she asked. 

“It’s a fucking vow,” he said, kissing her once again. “I’m going to go before I fuck you out here on the patio.”

“I wouldn’t complain,” Bella giggled. 

“I would. I fully intend on taking my time with you, Bella. You are deserve more than just a frenzied fuck,” he breathed, standing up while holding her. His hands rested on her ass as he gathered himself. “You deserve it all. Think of me while you deal with your ache.”

“Be safe, Edward,” she murmured. “And I will definitely think of you while I take things into my own hands.” 

He kissed her once more, stepping back. He made his way to the patio door and just as he put his hand onto it, Bella cleared her throat. “Edward, I want to be yours and I want to take my time, but there is nothing wrong with a frenzied fuck,” she purred. 

“I’ll remember that, beautiful,” he smirked. 

A/N: In our description, we put that ending part as a schmexy little kumquat … we hope you liked it. Also, thank you for your patience with this story. Clo and I had some lack of mojo, and then, time just ran away with RL. 

Anyhow, pictures from this chapter are on both of our blogs. You can also join us on Facebook: HeartForTwilight Productions, HeartForTwilight Book Group and Tufano79’s Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. We’re also on twitter, too: tufano79 and HeartForTwiligh. Teasers and pictures will be posted on there. 

Up next will be a continuation of the previous chapter, discussing the mysterious fire and then the benefit. Leave us some loving!

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