Chapter 37: The date part 4
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BPOV
How do you know that a date is going well? I thought that a date was going well when somebody's tongue was down my throat by the end of it. Or, when somebody tried to cop a feel up my skirt or down my blouse.
I have been sorely mistaken.
A date is going well when you both declare your undying love for old school rock, when you both say that Jethro Tull's best album is Thick as a Brick and you both admit to having a thing for tracks that last over 10 minutes and electric guitars that send prayers to the skies.
A date is going well, when your date makes sure you' re happy, taken cared of, and makes sure he compliments you like every 10 seconds about how amazing you look and how lucky he is.
When his eyes look at you adoringly, when you have just snorted at his friend's joke.
When his eyes are adoring, and you, the only thing you have to be, is yourself.
No games, no pretenses, no strategies.
Just two people, with a loaded history yes, but with their hearts and their minds open.
Looking to explore each other.
Two people, not wanting to play any kind of strategic games.
Not wanting to play power games.
And, I have realized just now, that my idea of a good date was always in direct proportion of my own self-esteem.
Which was rotten.
Because somehow, somewhere I now feel worthy of this.
I truly feel like I belong to this man as this man has made abundantly clear that he belongs to me.
Somehow, I cannot take it slow.
We cannot take it slow.
And above all: we don't seem to want to.
And there you have it: the perfect date, the perfect start to a relationship, the perfect start to my new life.
Because this is it.
My new life.
A new me.
A stronger me.
Now, I can cry happy tears. Edward looks at me. He can somehow perceive where my train of thoughts has been.
"Are you okay, baby?" his hands automatically, start running soothing circles on my back.
"Yes," I whispered, "this is so new to me. This, this magic, your acceptance, us, the lack of the "talks", all of it. I know, now, I am worthy of it. I deserve to be happy." I said quietly, whilst Edward's eyes were on me and his hands and arms were protectively surrounding me.
"Of course it is Bella, I cannot fathom for even one second, when you have doubted this: your worth." He said with conviction. I could see the gears turning in his head. He must have known stuff about my past but not the full details. I wanted to tell him but not tonight.
His face seemed eerily clouded for one split second and then his expression changed, to that magical smile I wanted to think that, hopefully, he reserved only for me.
The food was delicious and the wine flowed. The music was exotic but it didn't seem to interfere with the conversations.
After dessert we moved to the bar area where a belly dancing group appeared. Their fluid motions entranced me, and Edward was standing behind me on the stool with his hands around my waist. I loved the feel of him.
I was invincible, and true, honest to the person I am.
Turning to look at him, his eyes had remained on me. All this time.
"Watch the belly dancing girls, Edward," I said pointing to the stage.
"There is only one girl, I want to be watching tonight, Bella, and I pray she'll oblige me." He said. His tone was serious.
On a confident whim I replied: "Oh you will be watching said girl, Edward." His lips were on mine before that sentence ended and all I wanted was to get alone and naked with him. NOW!
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