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-*+ 15 +*-

-= Edward =-

I stared at script, unblinking. I saw the corners of Bella's mouth turn down into a frown, so I forced mine to do the same - even though I was hollering with joy on the inside.

"It's the kissing scene," I stated dully. Good acting, Edward.

"I know," she sighed. She ran her hand through her hair, not even seeming to realize doing it, and I smiled, knowing she got that habit from me.

"I could try again," I offered, though the thought depressed me. I wanted to kiss Bella - I didn't know why. She just looked so beautiful...

"No, it's okay. We'll have to do it eventually, no point in holding off the inevitable," she said, and I beamed on the inside.

Keep it together, man.

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking at her and perked an eyebrow up.

"Yes," she sighed shakily.

As I took her script and folded it to the right page, I kept giving her glances to assure her it was okay to back out of this, even if I didn't want her to.

She held her ground though, and as I handed the script to her, I noticed both our hands were shaking.

Not only was this my first kiss, but this was my first time wanting to kiss a girl.

What if she thought I was sloppy? What if I chased her off? I know she hasn't had a boyfriend - Rosalie made her say it when we played Truth or Dare - but that doesn't mean she hasn't kissed anyone. She's an actress.

I placed my arm around her, still facing her as we sat sideways on the couch, and took a shaky breath.

"Your line." I said. It was just two words, but they sounded odd to me. They seemed to ring as they cut through the heavy silence drifting around our heads.

"This isn't right," she breathed, gesturing to both of us.

"What isn't right?" I asked. That sounds better; it's nicer acting like I'm not suffocating in nerves.

"This. Us." she murmured.

"Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"What are people going to think? Mason, what if your sister gets even worse towards me? I don't think I would handle that." she looked down and I saw a single tear drip down her face.

Wow. She's good.

I brushed my fingers along Bella's cheekbone down to her chin and lifted her head up.

"Serenity. I can't pretend to know how it felt when my sister did that stuff. But I do know one thing. You're the world to me now, and I won't let anyone do that to you again. I love you."

Even though we were acting, there was a part of me that felt like I was speaking to Bella. I don't understand why I feel this way - I can't understand it.

I never have felt breathless whenever I see someone.

I never have felt the need to kiss someone.

I never felt electricity whenever I touch someone.

But Bella is changing everything.

Immediately, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Bella's.

Holy. Hell.

This was better than I had ever imagined. I cupped her face, keeping her there as long as possible as she tugged at my hair. This was amazing. All I could think about was having Bella to myself, so we could do this all day every day.

I nearly forgot about the acting. Bella was probably wondering why we were still kissing. Pouting in my mind, I pulled away. We were both slightly breathless, and we just stared at each other.

"That was..." I gasped.

"Wow," she breathed.

"Yeah," I sighed.

I love Isabella Swan...