AN: I was going through my reviews and it seems that there is some confusion as to what a signet ring is...A signet ring is a ring with the family coat of arms imprinted into it. My Edward isn't married or anything like that.
Sea ofBlack.
Chapter25.
Part 2.
My ears were hypersensitive to everything as he guided me to his apartment.
The creak of the stairs as climbed up to his place.
The scrape of the key as he slid it into the lock.
The click of the door as he opened it, pulling me into the darkened space of his apartment.
There was a dull glow coming from the streetlamp outside the window, the faint sound of chatter coming from the apartment across the alley.
I clasped my hands together in an effort to fight off the nerves as he moved around, flipping on the lights until the whole main area was bathed in light.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked, shrugging out of his coat to reveal the white shirt covered by a grey cardigan that hugged his body perfectly. His dark jeans were faded and worn from wear as they sat low on his hips, grasping his legs like a second skin.
I nodded. "Ummm...yeah. Just some water is fine."
He smiled. "Okay, make yourself comfortable, and I'll be right back."
I strolled in what I hoped was a casual way further into the apartment, pulling my hat, gloves, jacket, and scarf off as I went.
It was a simple, modern studio apartment, the walls a startling white compared to bright colors of the furniture and paintings scattered around with purpose.
The dark and light colors twisted together, framed by the walls, with an essence of him.
It was well lived in, with pictures and a few clothes thrown carelessly over the back of the couch.
Magazines and books were piled hazardously on the coffee table, but it was the canvas sitting on the easel placed against the back wall looking out on the view of London that caught my attention, because there—in what I gathered to be watercolor—sat a likeness of me.