I studied Edward's every move as he walked into the store like usual. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes, breathtaking.

My eyes were glued to his form as I stocked items on a nearby shelf. I used the fact that he had yet to see me to my advantage as I observed his every action.

He flicked his tongue out of his mouth to moisten his dry lips and his scrubs pressed tightly against his chest, showing off his toned form as he leaned down to grab his beer.

I jump in surprise as I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to come face to face with a customer.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" They asked, completely unaware of my little stalking session.

I turned back to where Edward was to find he was already with beer in hand, heading to the register to check out.

I panicked not wanting to miss my chance to talk to him. I quickly led the customer to the product they were looking for and made a bee line to the front.

"Next person in line." My coworker called out to Edward as she had just finished with the last customer.

I rushed over, trying not to look to obvious and gave her a tap on the shoulder.

"I got this one April; you can take your break now if you like." I stated as I took her spot on the register.

Luckily she didn't fight me, she just shrug and went on her way. With my coworker gone I turned my attention to the god before me.

Edward's tired eyes turned warm and attentive as they landed on me. He smiled sincerely causing me to melt inside.

I didn't know how much willpower I had left. It had been so long since I had last been touched, looked at, talked to in intimate way. It was killing me. I was horny as fuck both physically and emotionally and Edward was testing my self-control and he had no idea.

I need to get laid.

God, I want his lips on mine, his hands exploring my body and mine exploring his.

I want it soo bad I can almost taste it, feel it.

I wonder if he feels the same.

"Hey Jazz."

Fuck, say my name again, please.

"Hello Edward. How are you doing today?"

"It's been a long day. I'm ready to get out of my work clothes and relax." He confessed.

Oh fuck, why did he have to say that?

Now I can't help but think of his sexy form naked.

Do you know your torturing me Edward?!

Do you like teasing me?

"Yeah, I know the feeling." I replied, trying to ignore the fact that I'm all hot and bothered.

Thank god, I have this countertop to hide the excitement happening in my pants.

DOWN BOY, DOWN!

Edward met my gaze; it got quiet for a moment. The silence wasn't awkward at all. In fact, it felt very natural between us.

I LOVE WHEN HE EYE FUCKS ME.

He can eye fuck me anytime he wants.

This is the most intimacy I have had in god knows how long.

He wrinkled up his forehead as if in deep thought. I watched intrigued.

What is he thinking?

"So listen, I don't normally do this…" He pauses avoiding my eyes, looking off to the side.

I'm listening.

I love when you talk to me, please don't stop.

I watched him intently as he runs a hand through his hair. He finally meets my gaze again as he continues to talk. "But you seem like a cool, laid back type of guy…"

Is he nervous?

Holly shit, he looks nervous!

He is so hot.

He scans my facial expression over as if curious what I'm thinking but I give nothing away. My face is blank but I'm freaking out deep inside.

"…So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out after work?"

FUCK YEAH!

I took a moment to calm my heart rate down before replying.

"Yeah, I mean, I feel the same way about you, being cool you know." I rambled off.

He relaxes at my response and lets out a sigh of relief.

"Well that's good to know, I was afraid I would come off like a weirdo for even suggesting such a thing to a cashier." He claimed with a snicker.

I joined in chuckling a little myself. It seemed like the nervous tension that was built up the past weeks was final gone. It felt good to know Edward felt we had a connection as well on some level. We were getting somewhere.

Maybe it's not just me after all?

"So, what time do you get off of work?" He asked as I bagged his beer.

"Umm, in two hours." I announced before handing his beer over.

Edward reached to grab the bag; his hand accidently touched mine as he took the beer. I gasped as I felt his warm hand touch mine. His eyes immediately met mine on contact.

Fuck me.

"Sorry about that." He said, holding the bag by his side.

"No problem." I replied giving a shrug like it was nothing and had no effect on me.

I was still in a dream state when Edward wrote down his cell number for me. The last thing I remembered was promising to contact him and him giving me a small smile and a wave.

What the fuck just happened?!

Did Edward just ask me out?