A/N: I do not own Twilight; however, Twilight does own me.
Chapter 25: How to Catch a Man in 45 Days
BPOV
Dinner with Edward was amazing. If you had asked me later what I ate, I probably couldn't tell you. What made it amazing was being with him. He was everything I had dreamed a man could be—intelligent without being pompous, intense without being too serious, and funny. Oh, my God, he was so funny. He shared my proclivity for seeing humor in unexpected places.
Being drop-dead gorgeous didn't hurt his prospects either. What woman could resist his sexy, jade-green eyes when wrapped in the same package as a chiseled jaw and full lips? To top it off, he had bed-head hair the most amazing color; my fingers itched to touch it.
The perfect tailoring of his suit showed off his broad shoulders to perfection and the memory of his hard chest was burned into my brain. He definitely did not look like he worked behind a desk, so I knew he must make time to work out. I couldn't believe some woman hadn't hogtied him to her bed post long before this.
I didn't want our evening to end and used every delay tactic I could to keep it at bay. However, time stops for no girl, even one rapidly falling in love with her Prince Charming. At a quarter to midnight, the maître d' reluctantly informed us that the restaurant would be closing soon. Edward paid the check, grabbed my hand, and led me out.
A/N: Anybody out there want to hogtie Edward to their bedpost?