Edward held my foot in his cold hands, massaging it. "Your feet are still warm…does this mean I have no need to worry about tomorrow?" he joked.

I smiled. Two weeks later, I was much less objectionable to the idea of marrying Edward; in fact, he had even managed to warm me up to the idea. "My feet are fine," I answered him.

Well, now they're cold, but I'm not about to complain, I thought to myself, savoring his touch.

"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" he asked as he realized that his massage was actually making my feet more stiff instead of his actual objective.

"No…no, it's heaven every time you touch me," I told him.

"You're a horrendous liar," he retorted, and took his hands away from my foot. He moved up to my face, placing his lips on mine. I fell into the kiss easily, though having his stone body on top of mine did not exactly lend well to breathing. He noticed this shortly, and instead hovered over me with his hands planted on the mattress. It was obvious that he wanted to give so much more than he felt was safe, but he was holding back because he believed he would harm me. I attempted to force his passion out of him, but failed miserably…he had had so much practice with me that I almost wondered sometimes if I was only imagining things when I thought that he wanted to give me more.

Suddenly I heard the door open, and my hands flew up to Edward's chest in an attempt to push him off of me. Blushing, I looked up to see Alice say softly, "Oops!" and quietly close the door.

Edward smiled at the look on my face and propped me up on the bed so I was sitting upright, then went chasing after his sister. She was only a few feet away, as I could easily hear their voices as they spoke. Wedding plans, I figured, since she was here to plan a few last-minute things out with Charlie. Maybe even honeymoon plans-that would probably make a bit more sense.

He came back a few minutes later, and I asked, probably more accusingly than I meant to, "Why'd you let Alice walk in on us like that?"