Ok, here is your next chapter. Again, im sorry for my laggy updates, :( please forgive me? I hope you enjoy this chapter. Read away
*Twilight is not mine*
When we got to the restaurant, it was pretty busy, but only a low level of chatter. It was fancy, mainly decorated in dark blues, blacks and whites. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and each table had a candle burning at it. There were secluded booths around the restaurant for those couples who desired more privacy. It was so romantic; so perfect.
Just from the decor I could tell that this dinner was going to be quite expensive.
Scattered around the restaurant there were many couples like us holding hands intimately over dinner.
The host came and greeted us as we walked in.
"Welcome to The Blue Moon, do you have a reservation?" He asked politely.
"Yes, Edward Cullen. Table for two." He scrolled though the book until he found whatever it was he was looking for before ticking the name and motioning for us to follow him.
Edward placed his arm around me, placing his hand in the small of my back and guided me as we followed the host
"Here's your table." He announced as we reached a booth set at the back, in a quiet private space. He handed us both a plush looking menu and I was instantly worried. It looked expensive, just from then cover and I hadn't even looked at the price yet. I hoped Edward wasn't going to spend too much this evening. I hated it when people spent a small fortune on me.
"I am Mark, and I will be your server for the evening. Can I get youanything to drink?" Mark, he looked no older than 20, he had to be at least 6 feet tall and he had jet black hair, dark brown eyes and a winning smile. I was certain that he got slipped a lot of numbers from the female customers. Hell I would have if I wasn't with this gorgeous man. I smiled at him the turned my attention to Edward as he begun to speak.
"Thank you. And yes, could we have a bottle of your finest red wine please." He asked in a smooth voice.
Red wine, that took me back. I hadn't touched the stuff since high school, since him, we spent the night out in the back of my old Chevy pick up under the stars. It was just him and me some drink, a pack of smokes, a few blankets and the stars. That was one of the most peaceful nights I'd ever had with him, one of my favourite memories of him. But that was gone and if I was honest I missed him so much. The only guy I had ever truly given my heart to only to have it shattered by him. A hand on my knee under the table and a familiar voice brought me back from my daydream.
"Bella? Are you ok? You looked like you were a million miles away."He said his voice like velvet and filled with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said barely meeting his eyes "Just remembering something."
"Anything bad?"
"No, it's about the most pleasant memory I have. The red wine just triggered it, that's all." I sighed, smiling at him and reaching across the table to hold his already outstretched palm. There was a few seconds silence until Mark came back with two wine glasses, and a bottle cradled like a baby in one arm. He set them down on the table in front of us before opening the bottle and pouring a little out for Edward to taste. He took a sip before telling the waiter "She'll love this" before winking at me. My glass was filled first and then Edwards.
"Have you decided on what you would like yet?" The waiter asked me, his eyes not completely meeting mine. Almost like he was looking somewhere he shouldn't.
"Um, no, not yet. Everything looks really good." I looked back down at the menu.
"Not a problem, I shall be back in a short while then." Mark said before turning on his heel and making his way back to the bar.
"Have you decided yet?" I asked Edward while still looking at the menu.
"Well, the steak sounds pretty good, but so does the venison. I honestly can't decide between the two"
I wasn't sure. Chicken with caramelised vegetables or pork skewers with sweet pepper. Both sounded absolutely amazing, but I wasn't sure about the pepper. Wasn't pepper supposed to be spicy? Not sweet? I weighed up the two in my head for a minute before finally making my decision. I folded the menu back up and sat it down in front of me. I was expecting Edward to still be looking at his, but no, he was sat there. Looking at me with eyes that were so sad. Though I couldn't decipher why they were so sad, the emotion was more that sadness. Nostalgia. Longing perhaps? Like he was trying to tell me something. I couldn't tell, it was like he was screaming it at me, but I was soundproofed out. We sat looking at each other for a good few minutes until Mark came back to take out orders.
"I see you have come to a decision then?" he asked. I nodded in response. "What would you like then miss?" he said turning his whole attention to me.
"Umm, I'll have the Chicken in white wine please." I quickly glanced at Edward who was now shooting daggers at Marks' back. He quickly wrote down my order before winking at me and then turning to Edward to take his order.
"And for sir tonight?" he asked in a tolerant voice, but also sounding as though he could not wait to be out of here.
"I would like the steak please." Edward said, dismissing Mark
"And how would you like it? Rare, medium rare, medium, or well done?"
"Medium rare please."
"Very well. You food will be out shortly." And with that he was offlike a shot.
"Edward. What's wrong? You look so sad. Like you're seeing or remembering something in me?" I asked taking hold of his hand again, feeling his fingers curl round mine.
"Have you ever been in a situation where you look back and think, if I had another chance, I'd do it differently?" The look in his eyes was still present, and that took me completely by surprise, what he said was so profound. He struck me as the joker of the pack. Maybe I was wrong, so completely 100% wrong.
"Yes," I said, guarded. All the time, for him. For one more chance.
"Well, I was just thinking. I know you probably don't want to hear this, but, back in high school I was dating this amazing girl. Beautiful brunette hair, deep chocolate eyes, perfect body, intelligent, and the best damned thing I ever had." His eyes dropped to the wooden table top below him while he continued to speak, my hand still in his, the small trio of t-lights casting a romantic glow over the two of us. "We had the best times together. The late nights, sneaking out and staying out. The dates and the movie nights we'd share together." He was so lost in the memory now, and everything he was saying came pouring out "I know I was only 17 at the time, but I couldn't see myself being with anyone else ever. The truth is. I never have been with anyone else. I've not even had a girlfriendsince her." He sighed heavily, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. But his eyes remained on the table. His other hand came over mine and held onto it, like his life depended on it.
"I spent nights after she left me, crying myself to sleep. Nightmares. Nothing scary, no monsters jumping out and screaming boo, no. It was just her telling me goodbye every single god dammed night." It was then he looked up at me. Tears were in his eyes. Not yet crying, but about to. I slid round the booth until I was next to him. I didn't break the hold he had on my hand, just manoeuvred it so that it was more comfortable in this new position. I still said nothing; I just waited for him to finish saying what he felt he had to say. "I promised myself that if I ever met her again, I'd make it work. That we wouldn't end up the way we did last time. That somehow someway I would make everything right between us. Make it up to her and love her with everything I have, love her the way that she deserves to be loved."
"What happened? Where did she go?" I asked. Wanting, needing to help him for some reason.
"I don't know exactly, I'm not sure if she stayed in Forks or went to live with her mom. I got dragged to Chicago." He sighed.
Forks? I lived there. My farther still does." His eyes were suddenly alarmed, filled with some kind of fear, like he let something slip,something that he wasn't supposed to say. Must be the Forks thing. This was weird. I decided I could question him about it later on.
"Why did you move to Chicago?" I asked wanting to know everything, or at least as much as he was willing to tell me.
"My parents were killed in a car accident. I was with some friends down on the beach at the time; trying to forget everything. Needing to forget, at least for that one night. That only made everything worse though, them being killed on top of having my heart broken. Being called by the police to say they need me down at the station. Having to identify their bodies and arrange a funeral. It was awful. I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. I wasn't eighteen for another almost year, and my aunt insisted on me going to live withher. She didn't want me to be alone." He was still not holding my eye contact for long, but that didn't bother me.
"She sounds lovely. I would like to meet her"
"She is lovely. And she would love you like you were her own daughter, like her own flesh and blood."
We didn't say anything for the next few minutes, but we didn't need to. It was just us two. Holding each other.
I was thinking over the whole Forks thing. Could it be me he was talking about? No, no way. But Forks was too small. Sure if it were Seattle or even Chicago, then yes, there could be over fifty couples called Edward and Bella, but in Forks though. I didn't know any other Edward. Or even met any other Edward in my life, other than in my books that is. Was this man before me my Edward? The very same Edward that I had loved so hard and so passionately in high school? The same Edward that broke my heart?
Could it be that fate had brought us together again? That we were meant to be together and so no matter what happened we would always find our way back to each other.
But if he was wouldn't he have told me by now. Or maybe even he didn't know. Maybe, if he is my childhood sweetheart and love, he doesn't realise that it is me. Just like I hadn't until this moment. But it's only if; the odds are that he isn't and it's just a mere coincidence.
I was brought from my thoughts by the feel of his hands releasing mine and snaking themselves round me, pulling me to him. I turned my face to him and kissed him. This kiss was not like the others we had shared. This was not lustful, greedy or wanting. It was pain, hurt, regret, forgiveness and belonging, all in one I felt his tears on my cheeks as we kissed then felt a single one of my own slide down my face. At that moment he broke the kiss, but lent his forehead on mine and I could feel his breath on my face.
"You have no idea how long I have waited for you," He breathed at me before wiping away my tear. I had somehow managed to get one leg over his and my chest pushed into his. This closeness was loving, not lusting and I could feel an old hum of electricity between us.
"Kiss Me," I whispered back. And just like that my wish was granted. After our little make out session that we somehow managed to keep it PG 13, not for lack of trying; I slid back round to my side of the booth and we talked a little more about what we did after high school and such. Our colleges and others that we had dated. Though that part of the conversation was over before it had even begun. When our food finally came, we had both forgotten how hungry we were. I practically enjoyed the caramelised veg. Different I must say. Once we were done with the main, we received a deserts menu. I immediately picked tiramisu. I loved the stuff and Edward settled with a slice of hot chocolate fudge cake severed with ice cream. Those were brought to us quickly, and so the teasing began. He was licking the ice cream off his spoon as seductively as he could manage, which had me needing a change of underwear within seconds, and I dipped my finger into the whipped cream dotted round the side of the plate. Suddenly I felt a hand on my knee, making its way upwards; I looked him in the eyes while licking more off my finger in what I hoped was a sexy and seductive manner.
"You're such a tease" he said while squeezing my thigh lightly." I slipped off my shoe and placed it in his lap. Two can play this game. I began to rub my foot over his crotch, and I swear to god if I thought he was hard when I placed it there, then I had no idea what this was; he had hardened tenfold under my touch. He quickly began to eat his food so I followed suit and played innocent and ate my food as well.
When he finished, he called the waiter over and asked for the bill. Wanting to leave and punish me probably, I could fell his desperation under my foot. I continued to tease him while the waiter was present, making him squirm while I finished my desert. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel room
"Cash or card sir?" Mark asked.
"Card" he said, struggling to breath.
As soon as he disappeared, Edward spoke.
"You are so dead when I get you in my bed." His voice was a hoarse whisper, filled with the same need and desperation that I felt.
"Well, that would be a shame. Not much fun in dead people is there." I added with a playful squeeze to his crotch.
The waiter returned with a portable chip and pin machine, Edward already had out his card and paid. I didn't even want to see the bill because I was certain if I did this night wouldn't end in the hotel room with wild crazy love making, it would end in the emergency room. Once we were ready to go, I slipped my foot back in my shoe and my jacket on. We made our way out and back to the hotel, only stopping in the lift for a quick few kisses. Once we reached his door again, I got nervous.
He would make me pay.
He would make me scream.
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