And then I smelled something burning. I sat up with a jolt and stared at Edward in alarm. “How long were those cookies supposed to be in?” I asked cautiously. His eyes widened and he lifted himself into a sitting position beside me.

“Shoot,” he muttered. He dragged me with him to the kitchen, where the burning smell was strongest. Edward yanked the oven opened to reveal two trays of perfectly black cookies. I grimaced and covered my nose dramatically. He shot me an exasperated look and lifted the cookie trays from their slots. It was then that I realized that the timer had never been turned on.

I snickered. Finally, utterly perfect Edward, who never messed up anything, had made a mistake. “You forgot to time them,” I told him smugly.

He glanced at me and rolled his eyes. “Yes, but you would have forgotten to time them, and add the butter.”

I shrugged, unperturbed. “You still forgot to time them.” I smirked.

With a sigh, Edward pulled me into his arms. “You started it,” he said after a moment.

“Did not!” I protested.

“Did to.” And he kissed me.

-End Flashback-

I laughed at those bittersweet memories, and my heart pulsed a little, achingly. “Ok,” I admitted. “Maybe I did start it. You still forgot to turn on that timer.”

“And what was that?” Edward asked with a chuckle. “One mistake in oh, I don’t know, seven years of knowing me?”

“There were other times!”

“Name one,” he challenged me. I thought for a minute, but it was impossible. He was perfect…perfect and wonderful and loving and – stop it Bella, I scolded myself. I was being bad; very, very bad. I couldn’t let myself think of Edward in this way. We lived two separate lives now, after agreeing that we just weren’t right for each other. He had his job and I had mine. He lived on one side of the United States, and I lived on the other. My mind understood that. So why couldn’t I get my heart to understand it too?

“Ok, I give up,” I said resignedly.

“Of course you do.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t you have something better to be doing than annoy little old me? A girlfriend to visit or party to attend or something?” I winced at the words. They hurt far more than was allowable.