On Wednesday I caught myself daydreaming about what Friday night would bring.

On Thursday I had butterflies in my stomach when I tried to go to bed.

On Friday morning I skipped my morning coffee because I had enough jittery energy flowing through my limbs to keep a linebacker on his toes for a week.

That energy carried me through the day and into the evening when I changed clothes six times trying to decide what to wear to go do my laundry. I laughed at my frazzled hair in the mirror and decided it wasn't all too important.

The nights were starting to cool slightly, summer was on her way out and soon the leaves would change and the breeze would become crisp enough for sweaters.

Without trying to seem eager, I grabbed a basket and dropped my mesh laundry sack inside it. When I turned to head to the back of the machines, my heart sunk. He wasn't there.

With my hopes dashed, I trudged slowly to a machine going through the motions of adding soap, softener and clothes. I pressed the start button and rested my forehead against the washer door. How had I become so attached to someone I barely knew?

I startled when a single white daisy floated under my chin. Turning slowly, I came face to face to with Edward, a half-cocked smile played across his face.

"Hi."

"Sorry I'm late." He held up the flower again, "For you."

I took the slender stem in my now shaky fingers and smiled.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure."

The heat from his body so close to my own warmed me, his citrus and vanilla scent made my head swirl; any coherent thought I may have had ran off when he reached up and brushed a strand of my hair away from my forehead.

"Bella?"

"Yeh?" I felt my throat tighten and my heart jumped against my ribs.

"Do you mind much if our first kiss is in a laundromat?"

His green eyes grew dark and I was having a hard time looking away. The butterflies were back in full force.

"Not so much."

"Okay."

His shoulders shifted closer, his warm fingers touched my skin, a light brush against the side of my neck and then up to my cheek. My hand squeezed around the small flower he had given me, I could hear nothing but the fierce throbbing of my pulse in my ears.

His eyes stayed on mine as his lips brushed the corner of my mouth. I sucked in a shaky breath of air at the contact, his five o'clock shadow rough on my skin. And then he kissed me. Really, truly, kissed me. It was a kiss that put all of the kisses I'd ever had and all of the kisses I'd ever read about to shame. How did such a thing really exist?

My skin hummed, my lips parted and Edward's teeth pulled gently at my lower lip. I stepped easily into the warmth of his body; his arm circled my waist and pulled me tight into his chest.

"Ahem!"

I pulled back from Edward at the sound of an irritated voice. His arm still circled my waist, not letting me fun far.

"Yes?" Edward looked at the older woman.

"How's about ya'll not be doin' that up in here." The woman's voice rasped out. "Go getcha a room or somthin'."

"I'm very sorry if we've offended you, Ma'am. I just got carried away."

"Yes, well, keep it in your pants, kid. 'Specially in public, don't want to getch' yaself arrested."

I felt my cheeks blister with heat and embarrassment. Edward's fingers pressed firm against my back, his palm heavy and hot against the cotton of my shirt.

"No, Ma'am, we wouldn't want that. I hope you have a lovely evening." Edward smiled politely.

I watched as the older woman shook her head and walked off to collect her things from a dryer.

"Close call." Edward grinned.

"That was.. something." I really had no words for what had just happened. My mom had always told me, 'Some day you'll just know'; I'd never really understood what that meant until just now.

Right now I knew that everything was about change.