Disclaimer – Original characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, plot lines and characterizations, all belong to Aurora18, copyright October 2014.
So it's been almost 2 years since my last update, but I will finish each and every one of my stories, maybe the updates will be smaller, this chapter may be only 1000 words but it means I should be able to update more frequently now. Let me know if you want me to continue…
Enjoy!
Last time…
"I have never done this before." I squeezed his warm hands slightly and he wrapped his own more around mine, the sensation was nothing short of incredible.
"Wh-what?"
"Hold hands with a man, a man who I am so incredibly…taken with." I had to refrain from using stronger expressions of my love, devotion and adoration; it was not customary to do so this early on in human relationships.
"Why?"
"Because I have been waiting for you Edward."
Chapter 7 – Communicate
I looked up at him earnestly, honesty showing in my features waiting to gage his reaction. We had stopped on the pavement and I took a small step towards him, our hands were still entwined and I felt his body heat coming off of him in waves. The bond hummed contentedly. This was prolonged, conscious contact between the two of us and I felt intoxicated by it.
He did not say anything and I did not know whether that was a good or a bad thing. His brow was furrowed and he seemed to be looking at my face for something, perhaps truth or honesty.
He seemed to have found what he was looking for and nodded his head slightly before pulling us along again to resume our walk. This had me confused, had he made up his mind about something? What was I communicating to him that he seemed to approve of or accept? If only I could read his mind, catch a glimpse of what he was really thinking. The silence was infuriating, and I wanted him to be open with me.
"Is everything alright…Edward?" He looked at me sideways and nodded his head as he smiled. I felt a wave of relief rush through me, I could see that he was content and not burdened with worry, and that eased my concerns infinitely.
I rubbed my thumb over the skin of his hand and sighed in satisfaction when I felt the tingles of the bond making their way from the tips of my fingers to the very tips of my toes.
"What is it you do when you are not working at the coffee shop?" I swung our hands between us slowly, and I enjoyed the lightness and casual nature of the action.
"Well I w-w-work l-long hours, b-b-but I'm t-taking cl-classes at the co-community college in th-the city." He ducked his head down at the last part, and I feared that he was ashamed; I could not possibly understand why so I probed further.
"That is wonderful, what are you studying?"
"Accounting, I kn-know th-that it's n-n-not the m-most exciting th-thing b-b-b-ut…I l-like it."
"You must not be ashamed my love, if you are doing something that you love then that is wonderful."
"Yes-ss, but s-sometimes I w-wish I c-c-could have g-gone to school. I bet you w-went."
"No I haven't been. I have always been interested in furthering my intellect, but I have seen no reason to go to such an institution." I looked at him and he seemed surprised by my admission.
"R-really?" I took the liberty of holding onto his arm instead of his hand as he turned to address me, the extra contact I was afforded delighted me. If he seemed startled by my forwardness he didn't show it.
"It's true, I suppose it hasn't been an option for many years, I've been working in the family business my whole life."
"Tell me, what would you study if you could go to school Edward?" I waited a little while for his response, he'd quickly worked his way through the oatmeal and was now on to attacking some of the other breakfast foods, I tried to avoid wrinkling my nose in disgust but it was almost impossible.
"M-music, hmm…or F-Finance. I d-don't know, s'never g-gonna happen a-anyway." He pushed his hands into his pockets causing our contact to break. I felt rejected but was sure he didn't mean it that way.
"A musician? How wonderful, I do so love music. What instrument do you play my darling?" I pulled his hand out of his pocket and wrapped my own around it, hoping to drag him away from his own embarrassment.
"The piano, b-but not f-for a r-r-r-really l-long time. I had l-lessons when I was t-twelve, th-then we c-couldn't r-really afford it s-s-o I s-stopped." He was looking at me more now as he spoke which indicated that he was both more confident in himself and with me. I was elated and feeling daring.
"I should have known, you have the perfect hands for the piano." I stopped us in an alcove between two stores and pressed my body closer to his. The heat radiating off of him was almost as tantalising as his quickening pulse, out of desire I was sure rather than fear, Edward had never shown the slightest fear towards me.
"Wh-what m-m-makes you s-say that?" He peered at me curiously, a small smile threatening to take over his usually tight-lipped, nervous visage.
I picked up his hand and held it between us, secretly delighting in the way his eyes widened as I did so.
"Well, for one your fingers are long and despite how lean you are your hands are really quite strong. You're very gentle, not cumbersome at all. I suppose being a pianist would suit you, or at least I imagine so. I can't decide which would be better, watching your head bent over the piano concentrating on the beautiful sounds your talented fingers are producing or sitting beside your while you bit your lip in concentration trying to solve some complicated formula."
I looked deep into his eyes as I enunciated every word. His breathing sped up ever so slightly the more I continued and the most delicious pale pink blush spread over his cheeks at the audacity and forward nature of what I had just said. I tilted my head, awaiting his response and stroked my fingers lightly down his, our bond connection crackling in satisfaction between us. I was so very, very lucky to have this man.
He stepped closer to me and his confidence aroused me more than I would have expected, my Edward was very shy so this was quite significant. His eyes wandered to mine and then he bent forwards, very slowly to whisper in my ear.
"I think I've b-been w-waiting for y-you my whole l-life Isabella."
Me too my love, me too.
So please, let me know what you think. Should I carry on? Have a great weekend guys!
-Aurora
