We sat in silence for a few moments. I turned my head and surveyed his features. He looked up at me and grinned.

“No, Bella.” He misinterpreted my gaze, “ I have not forgotten your end of the deal.”

He decidedly moved his hands to my face and captured my lips beneath his own. I was not expecting this, but I was also not offering any objection. I succumbed to his sweet breath and we leaned back onto the bed. He eased himself on top of me and continued our kiss in adventurous ways that had never been attempted before. A moment later he flipped on his back and pulled me on top of him. His hands roamed my back as his tongue roamed my mouth. He found the string that laced up the back of my dress and he pulled it out of its secure double not with one swift movement. He held the kiss and continued to unlace the dress at the same time. I marveled at his impressive double tasking and attempted to display a little of my own talent. I reached down and fumbled with the buttons on his white tux shirt. I was done with them before he was done with my lace. I slid inside of his shirt and felt his marble chest flexing beneath my shaking, clammy hands. He finally finished the lace and hesitantly paused our kiss. He peeled the dress of me slowly. I suddenly understood why he looked so scared. This was the one area in which we both had equal and limited expertise. I was down to my underwear and bra, I decided it only fair for him to shed clothing before I shed anymore. I undid his bow tie with hasty and shaky hands and tossed it aside. I slid his shirt and jacket off of his shoulders and threw them in the same direction. I froze, realizing that this was as far as we had ever gotten before. I shook my thoughts back into order and pressed my half naked body down on top of his ice cold chest. I should have been shivering with cold, but I was sensationally warm. It only took me a moment to realize where most of the heat was generating. I blushed, feeling my body getting carried away. Edwards hands roamed my back freely as I resumed our kiss. I felt his icy hands pause briefly on my bra clasp. He hesitated, and released it with one slight thumb gesture. I felt it loosen and slide down my arms. His eyes were shut tight as he continued to kiss me. He obviously wasn’t ready to open them yet, I helped motivate him. I slipped my arms out of the bra straps and flung it in a random direction across the room before pressing my bare chest against his. The heat and the cold fought against each other in an epic battle of temperature control. His hands were still frozen on my lower back. I linked my fingers behind his head and discreetly readjusted my position. My hips fell directly on top of his own and I felt an unfamiliar prodding that had never been present before. I was better at this than I gave myself credit for. I waited for him to make the next move. Until he did, I would just keep kissing him and running my hands through his hair and up and down his back. I was ready, the rest was up to him.