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2. The Date

When we finally arrived at Port Angeles, Edward pulled up beside an apartment building. "What's here?" I asked, feeling skeptical.

He grinned. "You'll see," Edward replied, taking my hand and leading me into the lobby of the building. We rode the elevator to the top floor, and he led me down the end of the hall. He searched his pockets for his key, and when he finally found it, he unlocked the door in one swift motion.

The apartment was small. That was the first thing I noticed. The kitchen was on top of the living room, which was on top of the dining room. Even though it was cozy, he had definitely added some nice touches. There was a flat screen TV positioned above the fireplace, facing a leather couch. A chandelier hung over the tiny two-seater dining table, and top of the line appliances had been added to the kitchen.

"This is… yours?" I breathed. He had moved here? I felt like fainting.

"Yes," he answered. "It's a little crowded. I had to use the original living room as my studio. Come look," Edward said, pulling me toward a closed door. "I had to sound-proof the room so the neighbors wouldn't complain." He opened the door to reveal a teensy room, barely big enough to hold his piano. There was also a shelf of CD's crammed up against the wall, and speakers hung in every corner in the room. He grabbed a remote off the piano and pressed the play button. Suddenly classical music began blaring out of the speakers. I covered my ears reflexively. "Sorry," he cried out above the music as he worked on lowering the volume.

I uncovered my ears once it was quieter. "It's okay," I told him. My ears were throbbing, but I didn't mention that to him. "Why don't you play something for me?" I asked, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

He grinned. "Later maybe. Why don't we grab something to eat?" he suggested instead.

My stomach grumbled in response. The long drive to Port Angeles had made me hungry. We walked over to the kitchen, and I took a seat at the table. "Why did you buy this place?" I asked as Edward sifted through his fridge.

"Well, three reasons mainly. One, to get the hell out of L.A.; two, because I find the landscape here particularly enchanting; and three…" he paused, glancing at me from behind the stainless steel door of the fridge. "I'll tell you three later."

I raised my eyebrows and wiggled them suggestively. He laughed at me, and emerged from the fridge holding a leftover box of pizza. "This alright with you? I would cook you a fabulous dinner, but the new stove I just ordered died on me," Edward explained.

"Oh yeah, this is fine," I assured him. He set the box down on the table, and I grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza and shoved it in my mouth. Suddenly my manners kicked in, but it was too late. My cheeks were bulging out like a chipmunk's and my mouth was full of pizza. Edward was staring at me with an amused expression, and I felt my cheeks blush. "I'm hungry," I mumbled through my mouthful of food. This wasn't a good idea, because I started to choke. Edward hurried over to my side.

"Bella, are you okay?" he asked. All the amusement was drained from his face. I was thankful that he wasn't laughing at me anymore.

"Water!" I choked out. He raced to the fridge and came back with a water bottle in his hands. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to me. I took a huge gulp, and the food stuck in my throat washed away. I let out a breath. Now I was even more embarrassed, even though I was happy that the food hadn't gotten stuck in my windpipe. That would have meant Edward would have had to perform CPR. I shuddered at the thought.

Edward was obviously trying hard not to laugh. "All better?" he asked, his lips twitching into a hint of a smile.

"Just go ahead and laugh," I told him with an eye roll. He gave a small chuckle, and rested his hand on mine. My heart started thumping erratically.

"What I am going to do you with you Bella?" he pondered aloud, he thumb rubbing the top of my hand.

I gave him a smile before reaching to get another piece of pizza. I was still starving. Suddenly, my arm came into contact with something. "Crap!" I screamed as the contents of my water bottle spilled all over the table. Edward was laughing hysterically as he retrieved some paper towels and began mopping up the mess. I grabbed the pizza box so that our pizza wouldn't get soggy, and my face flushed a shade that would have made Charlie proud. "Why me?" I moaned.

Edward couldn't stop laughing. I set the box on the counter and helped him mop up the mess. "Bella," he began, wiping tears from his eyes. "You are by far the most clumsy, amusing, fascinating creature to walk this Earth."

I gave him a look. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I asked.

"Sure, I guess you could look at it that way," he answered with a chuckle. I threw a clump of wet paper towel at him. It missed, of course, by about three feet.

"Are you trying to make me feel worse?" I mumbled.

"I was kidding Bella."

For the first time in our relationship, there was an awkward silence. We were finished with the mess, and now I was hungry. I glanced at Edward, only to meet his gaze full on. He had been staring at me. I reached for the box of pizza and grabbed another slice, and I successfully managed to guide it to my mouth without any harm. Edward grabbed a piece too.

We both stood there chewing on our food, lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking about how much I had screwed this up, and I prayed Edward wasn't thinking the same. Edward finished his slice first, and leaned against the counter. I finished mine soon after. He held his hand out to me, and I took it. He pulled his me to his side, and I snuggled up against him. He wrapped both of his arms around me securely, and I buried my face into his chest. I inhaled the soft smell of his cologne, and sighed. He rested the side of his head on mine, and we stayed like that for a while. It felt good to be so close to Edward, but a part of me wanted to be even closer.

I felt Edward's grip on me loosen, and I frowned as he pulled away from me. He kissed the top of my head quickly, and I sighed again. I tilted my head upward and met his gaze. He smiled at me, and then suddenly, his face was just inches from mine.

"Bella," he whispered, before touching his lips to mine. A numbing tingle spread through my body, starting at my lips and reaching to all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. It was the strangest sensation I had ever felt, this numbness. It hadn't been what I was expecting.

The kiss was soft and sweet, and all too soon it was over. I smiled, and touched my fingers to my lips. "That was… nice," I whispered.

"I thought it was a bit more than nice actually," Edward said, pretending to be hurt.

"Yeah," I responded. I wrapped my arms back around Edward, and he did the same.

"You've had better?" he asked. He didn't sound sad, just curious.

I thought about that. "That was definitely my best first kiss. It was exactly the steamiest kiss, but—"

"Who have you had steamier with?" Edward murmured into my hair.

"There was, well is, this guy. His name is Jacob. He was my first, and steamiest," I told him, blushing. "It was a few summers ago, back when I lived in Phoenix. A came up here up for my summers back then, and… I don't know, he just really liked me. I never really liked him much more than a friend to be honest. One day when both of our parents were fishing…" I trailed off.

Edward laughed. "I didn't ask for the details Bella. So, has it been just Jacob and me, or have there been… others?"

"When I first moved here, I kind of went out with this guy Mike, and I mean, he kissed me goodnight one time. It was short, quick, and totally weird," I told him. I was still blushing. "But that's it. What about you, Mr. Rock Star? How many girls have you kissed?" I asked with a playful smile.
Edward just shrugged. "About 10, I guess. I have a policy where I always kiss girls on first dates, that way I can tell if I have immediate chemistry with them. Unless, of course, I find them utterly repulsive, but I usually don't bother first dates with those girls."

"Who was your most recent girlfriend?" I asked. I didn't really want to know, but I was curious.

"Tanya," he responded simply.

I raised my eyebrows. "How did she rate with the whole 'Chemistry Kiss' thing?"

Edward nuzzled my neck with his nose. My heart fluttered, and my legs almost gave away. "Not nearly as well as you did," he whispered against my skin. Oh God. Suddenly, I needed to sit down. Edward seemed to sense this too. "You want to sit?" he asked. I nodded, and he led me to his leather couch, his arm still wrapped around my waist.

"Have any good movies?" I asked him once we were seated. My breathing had started evening out again.

"Sure, what do you want to watch?" he asked, standing up and heading over to a closet. When he pulled it open, I gasped. The closet walls were lined with what looked like thousands of DVDs. Edward was staring at me expectantly, waiting for a reply.

"Got any Pixar?" I squeaked out. After I said that, I realized how stupid I sounded. My love of animated Disney movies was shared mostly with eight-year-old girls.

Edward chuckled. "I just got WALL-E in a few days ago—"

"Wait! You have WALL-E? That's not due out in DVD for months! You're kidding," I almost shouted.

Edward merely shrugged his shoulders. "When you're me, you've got some pretty good connections with the entertainment business." He pulled out a DVD and brought it over to me. Sure enough, there was a picture of WALL-E on it.

"Holy crap," I whispered. I looked up to meet his eyes. "You don't mind if we watch it? I love that movie."

"Not at all," he responded, putting it into the DVD player before settling next to me on the couch. He took the remote from the side table and pressed a few buttons. Before my eyes, a flame appeared in the fire place, the curtains closed, and the lights shut off. I shook my head, and Edward laughed. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over top of me, and I snuggled into his side. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, and I rested my head on the curve of his neck.

"Mmm," I sighed as the movie played out on the flat screen TV. I wondered why Edward was just so… good. The soft light from the fire was the most romantic thing ever, and the fact that he even had this movie was so incredible. He was truly the most perfect man in the world. "Edward?" I wanted to ask him this before I forgot. "What was the third reason?"

He grinned his crooked grin that I loved so much. "I thought it would be obvious by now," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. I felt my face heat up. I shifted my head so I could see his face. I gazed at him, waiting. "To be with you," he breathed. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine again, and this time, instead of numbness, I felt the most pleasurable heat shoot through my body. It was hot, warm, and burning all at the same time. I could get used to kissing Edward, I thought as I lost myself in the warmth of his body. I definitely could.

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