BELLA

Oh Shit.

"Edward! What a surprise!" I say, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. I leaned against the doorframe, trying to compose myself. He stared at me, a confused look on his face that made me want to lick it up and-

Alright, take it down a notch, Bella.

"Really? It's a quarter to 7PM. Don't tell me you really forgot about me." He was clearly teasing me. Okay, that's a good sign. He's joking, right?

"Well, you did promise to be unforgettable tonight."I teased back. For a few moments, we just stood there on my porch, small giddy smiles on our faces. We looked like two teens going out for a first date. Excitement, nervousness, a tad awkward and raging hormones.

Okay, fine. The hormones were mostly from me.

Edward eyes the can of beer I'm holding. "Drinking already, Bella? The date hasn't even started yet. I gotta step up my game if the girl needs a drink this early." He said, running his hand through his ridiculously messy hair. My eyes travel down his body, from his jaw to his fitted shirt to his jeans, I couldn't help but blurt out, "We match."

He looks down at his outfit, then back to me, a tiny smile playing on his lips. "Would you look at that. It's a match." He mused.

"So..."
"Yeah..."

We both laugh at ourselves. "Let's get going, shall we?" He says, offering his arm to me.

"Yeah! Sure." I looked around for my purse, realizing I left it on the couch. "Wait, come in for a second. I'll grab something then we can go." Edward lifts an eyebrow, his lips forming a slight smirk.

"Well, Isabella. Normally, it's dinner first before we go inside the house." He says, following me as we pass through the hallway.

"Ha Ha Ha. Hilarious aren't you?" I grab the purse laying haphazardly on the couch, checking to see if all my things were in there.

Phone? Check
Wallet? Check
Keys? Check

I rummage through my purse, checking the remaining contents and I feel a square foil packet at the bottom.

Why the fuck is there a condom in my purse?

I swear I could hear the gears in my head working when all the pieces of the puzzle fit together.

Damn it, Rose.

I jerked my hand from the purse, not sure if I wanted to know what other crazy shit Rose had put in there. Fine, whatever. It's not like it's gonna see the light of day anyway.

I grabbed my purse, ready to go when I saw Edward studying my shelf.

It was scattered with awards, from high school medals to the César I was so proud of. The other shelves held little tokens, from family photos to magazine clippings and little souvenirs I got on set. Each of them was special in its own little way, and every day it got even more special.

"What's this?" Edward asked, looking at the different photos on my shelves. From my mentors in the industry to my costars, these photos documented how I changed from an idealistic young girl to the actress I was today. These photos grounded me to reality, but always reminded me to reach for the stars. I could see the appreciation in Edward's eyes, taking in the sight before him.

"Oh, well, it's my...memory shelf. I'm a sentimental person, so..." I explain. His fingers trace the photo frames.

"That's nice. Got any room for me there, maybe?" He asked, turning his head up to look at me. The hope in his voice made me melt a little. Fuck, what is he doing to me?

"Maybe." I replied with a nod. He offered me his hand. Happily, I took his hand and everything else he had to offer.

"Tell me about yourself." He said. The evening was off to a great start. The restaurant management happily offered us a secluded place to dine in, far from the prying eyes of the paps.

"Google me. I'm not hiding." I said with a smirk. He chuckles in response. "No, Bella. Of course people know who the actress is. I want to know who you are."

"Oh, I don't know where to start. I love dogs, hate bullshit. I curse too much but honestly don't give a fuck. Acting is my passion but I hate the celebrity status it's given me. I love my fans, but I love having my privacy, you know?"

"I totally agree." He nods, taking a sip of wine.

"So, how about you? Tell me about yourself."

He gives a small laugh, looking even more adorable. "I'm a Brit through and through, but sometimes I'm losing my accent so people think I'm lying about being English." I smile, taking a bite from my meal as I listen to him. He continues. "My family thought I was gay when I was younger. I used to model and looking back at the pictures, I'm glad that puberty happened."

We continue to chat, learning more about each other as the night went on. Towards the end of the meal, I couldn't help myself but ask him the question at the back of my mind.

"I know this is imposing of me, but why were you on Tinder?" I asked, curious about his answer.

"It's a funny story, actually. My best mate, Jazz. We were out drinking, and he was so wasted. I promised him that I'd have a go at this Tinder thing just so I could drive him home to his wife. I don't know how this app even works, if I'm being completely honest with you."

I leaned closer to him. From across the table, I could smell the musky scent of his cologne.

I'd inhale deeply, but I wouldn't want to be creepy or anything on a first date.

"Really? What about the other matches you made?" His gaze holds mine. His bright green eyes softened as his mouth curved into a smile.

"What other matches? I told you, you're the only girl I wanted to impress."

Fuck me, I'm a goner.

At that moment, my mouthfell open.

How the fuck do you reply to that?

Maybe, "My house, ten minutes, take off your clothes?"

"Bella, you still there?" His fingers moved to my chin, gently tilting it to face him.

I shook my head, clearing my ridiculously inappropriate internal commentary.

"Yeah, it's just..." I cleared my throat. Fuck, I've never been this nervous before. "You've got a way with women, don't you?"

"Why thank you." He said with a chuckle. "Now tell me about your tinder dates."

"Actually, it was just a social experiment." I added air quotes for emphasis "Like, I couldn't take the people seriously. They all looked like fake Ken dolls with dick pics. Horrible." I shuddered at the thought. He was shaking with laughter at my story. "I know! All fake barbies with fake tits and fake tans. Not my cup of tea, thanks."

Looking down, my voice went soft. "Yeah. You're the only one I matched with actually." I looked up at his reaction, his eyes widening in surprise.

"What? A lovely girl like you? Stuck with me?" I snorted.

"Well, you're stuck with me, dude. Take it or leave it." I leaned my back against the chair, matching his sense of humor.

"I'll take it, then." He said. The grin on his face made me feel warm and giddy. Maybe horny.

Damn it, Bella!

"What a pair. I mean, who'd believe two actors met on Tinder? What is this? A movie?" I said.

"This is Hollywood. Besides, if this is a movie, I can't wait for the sequel."

I raised my eyebrow, trying to hide the smile on my face. "Why Mr. Cullen. Are you asking me out on a second date?"

"No. I'm also asking for a third, fourth, and god knows how many more dates. That is, if you'll have me."

"Laying it on a bit thick, aren't we?" This man was making me melt everytime he opened his mouth.

To my surprise, He stood up and He. Fucking. Kneeled. Even in our secluded corner, we weren't invisible to the curious glances by the other customers.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, looking around me. Apparently, the curtains hid my face, but Edward kneeling in the aisle caught the eyes (and the cameras) of other people.

"Bella, will you do me the honor of going out with me on a few dates, from now until you get sick of my face?" He looked up at me, his eyes twinkling with hope and mischief.

I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous this all was. "Of course, you idiot. Now get up!" I pulled on his arm, while he cheered loudly, jumping up and down. "Everyone! She said yes!"

The rest of the restaurant whooped and hollered as he took me in his arms for a hug. He whispered in my ear, making me shiver as his lips brushed softly against me, "How's that for laying it on thick?"

Yep. I'm a goner.

A/N - Yes, Edward in this story is British, because this was originally a Robsten Fanfic. If you want the Robsten version, the link is in my profile :)