A/N: Here's the second chapter!

texican2436: Actually, no. Although that would make a pretty good story in it of itself...I enjoy writing more about the angst Edward has to go through due to Bella's blood.. :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took a little longer to edit than it should have. As always, read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon, they are Stephenie Meyer's, and sadly not mine!

Chapter Two: A warm feeling

The restaurant was surprisingly crowded. We were greeted by tinkling cups and plates and the sound of rambunctious laughter.

Edward leaned over and whispered, "It's a good thing I made reservations."

I looked over at him, dazzled by that gorgeous grin but completely taken over by that mouth watering smell of his. I tried not to breathe in too deeply; that would be embarrassing if he noticed what I was doing.

"Why are you blushing?" I hadn't realized I was blushing, but his curiosity only intensified the heat in my cheeks.

"And I would tell you because…?" I trailed off, hoping he would let it go. He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Hate that I can't hear what you're thinking." I smiled maliciously but inside I was really very relieved my thoughts were mine and mine alone.

I was so caught up in our playful banter that I completely forgot we were standing in the middle of the restaurant, until a perky voice asked us how many for tonight. Edward put up two fingers and smiled at the girl, who seemed to lose focus for just a second.

"And Miss, there should be a reservation under Edward Cullen."

The girl gave Edward a nervous smile and answered, "Oh! Sorry sir!" She walked over to a podium and opened a large black leather book.

"Let's see…" she murmured.

"Yep, Edward Cullen…" it seemed like she repeated the name under her breath but I wasn't sure if I'd heard right or not.

I figured it didn't really matter and followed her to a private booth.

"Your waitress will be here shortly," she tried to smile but it faltered as her eyes met Edward's. She turned away, a look of confusion on her face.

Edward chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

As I sat down I noticed a pair of pretty brunette girls eyeing Edward. They saw me staring at them and began to whisper. Edward leaned over and gave me a quick but hard kiss. My mind turned to goop.

I caught my breath and looked over at Edward with wide saucer-like eyes; he winked at me.

"What was all that about?" I hadn't meant my question to sound put off by such a pleasant surprise, but Edward's face immediately succumbed to concern.

"You didn't like it? Did I do something wrong Bella?"

I gave him a quizzical look and began to giggle. It wasn't until I'd managed to stop my spontaneous fit that I finally answered.

"Of course not," I pouted, "you're wonderful. It's just…I think I'm addicted to your kisses." I looked down as I felt that familiar rush of heat on my cheeks.

As if on cue, a familiar looking waitress was standing beside our table, a pad and paper in hand. I tried not to let on that I recognized her, but from the sound of her voice, she remembered us perfectly well.

"Are you guys ready to order?" Her smile was forced and her eyes bore into mine for just a fleeting second before making contact with Edward.

I didn't know whether to smirk at her discomfort or feel sorry for how awkward she must be feeling. I chose to go with the latter.

"Just the house lasagna, thank you." I was being overly polite. Good for me.

Edward's eyes twinkled as he ordered us our drinks and nothing more. The girl seemed positively livid and she stormed off with her nose in the air.

There was a short silence between us, and then Edward leaned back on his chair, he seemed annoyed.

"That girl should have her mouth rinsed with soap…errr, mind. I don't think I'll be giving her a tip as generous as the last time we were here."

At that moment she came back with our drinks. I tried not to make contact with her skin as she passed us our cokes. As soon as she was gone I leaned over the table and whispered, just in case anyone was listening.

"So you remembered her?"

"Well yeah," he answered. "Vampires never forget a face you know."

I can't say I wasn't surprised, but it still panged me with a tiny it of jealousy that her face would be among the many Edward had stored in his memory. I raised my eyebrows and pretended to be impressed.

"That's cool, I guess." I felt like this conversation would only lead us into more stories of girls Edward had seen or talked to; I didn't want our dinner to be marred by jealousy, whether it was from him or me.

I changed the topic by asking him why he'd surprised me with a kiss earlier before. I waited. I was actually very curious.

His perfect features pulled themselves into a grin. There it was, that twinkle in his eyes.

"I wasn't sure if you noticed or not, but I was just trying to snuff out any funny ideas those girls were forming in those childish little heads of there's." He made a slight gesture towards the brunettes sitting only two tables away.

I felt my chest swell up in pride and I couldn't help but match his grin.

"Thanks. So what were they plotting?"

He shrugged, "They weren't exactly plotting anthing. More like, formulating pretty stupid opinions."

"Oh," my heart sank and my gaze lowered. I had a pretty good idea what they were conjecturing.

Edward's icy cold hand was gently pulling my chin upwards, our eyes met.

"Bella love, don't worry about them. They're just a bunch of silly and spoiled brats; very unattractive traits."

"Ok," I muttered.

"I love you Bella…"

My heart sputtered back to life.

"Thanks Edward. It's just, you know how insecure I feel surrounded by all these drop dead gorgeous girls," I folded my arms and muttered my last thoughts, "it's just not fair…"

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Seriously Bella, how many times do I have to remind you the way Mike Newton was lolling over you? Not to mention the rest of the male population at Forks High School. Believe me when I say that I've had to muster up as much will power as I could so as not to go out and hunt each and every one of those hormone filled boys."

No matter how many times he informed me of this little piece of information, I simply could not believe it.

I shook my head.

"I still think I'm the lucky one, not you."

Edward gave another dramatic sigh and resigned. I looked behind him and noticed my food was on its way.

The food was emitting off some wonderfully mouthwatering steam; I could tell it was still really hot.

I reached out for the dinner but Edward beat me to it.

"Excuse me, I'll take it from here." Edward gave the blond a curt smile, he didn't look too happy.

The blond gave him the steaming plate of lasagna, she was surprised. Her cheeks immediately turned a light rosy color.

As soon as she was gone I gave Edward another puzzled look.

"She was deciding whether or not she should accidentally let the lasagna fall down on your lap." His voice was controlled, but it was obviously a front.

"Wow, what a bitch "I said in disbelief.

He shook his head and muttered something unintellible under his breath, he forced back a smile.

"Just eat up Bella, it smells…good." We both had to laugh at that remark. He'd made it obvious many times before that human food had absolutely no appeal to him.

Edward watched as I cut a little piece of lasagna, blew on it, and tentatively put it in my mouth.

"Mmmm." I didn't know how hungry I was! Things like food and sleep took a less important role whenever Edward was around.

Everything was as normal as ever. I ate while Edward pretended to sip from his soda, and that's when I felt it, a warm feeling in my jeans.

I froze but before the obvious was out of my mouth, Edward, once again, beat me to it.

"Bella…"

He didn't have to say any more because I knew perfectly well what he meant. I slowly nodded, not knowing what to do.

We shared distressed looks and then he spoke very fast.

"Alright, this is what we'll do." His voice was breathy, and I was one hundred percent sure he wasn't breathing.