The evening ended with Edward walking me to the door of my cottage and a simple kiss goodnight with a promise to talk tomorrow. I must have floated into bed as I quickly drifted out with thoughts of our time together.

Waking up Sunday morning, I curl up in the living room with the first book in the Anne of Green Gables series. Yes, I've read it a hundred times but there's something about reading the description of the island while I'm currently living here that makes it more alive than ever. I take a sip of my coffee and hear my phone buzz with a text from Edward.

Are you sure you're ready for today? –E

I'd debated this when I woke up this morning. Things were still so new between us with only two dates so far. I wasn't questioning how I felt, but knew that things would change as soon as the family got involved. I also knew myself well enough to know that with a few looks and blushes I'd give my feelings away quickly even if we tried to hide the change.

I'm putting my brave face on. Ready as I'll ever be. You? –B

His response came quickly.

More than ready. What are you up to this morning? –E

Reading. What about you? –B

Thinking about this beautiful girl I got to take out last night –E

Lucky girl –B

Lucky me. I get to see her again in a few hours –E

Counting down the hours? –B

The minutes are going by too slowly –E

Is someone bored? –B

Yes! Help! –E

I couldn't help but laugh to myself and glance over to the book that I put on the table. I'm glad he is as excited to see me, as I am to see him.

You could always stop by here before dinner. It is sort of on the way –B

Is leaving now too early? –E

I don't know. This book is pretty good –B

Perfect, we can read together. See you in a bit pretty girl –E

I jump up quickly and rush to take a shower not knowing how long it will really be before Edward gets here. In my mind I run through ideas for what I could bring to the family dinner tonight. It's become a bit of a habit to bring some kind of snack or dessert. Now that the weather is getting cooler, baking sounds more appealing.

I settle down to check ideas for what to make on Pinterest and find myself sidetracked by Facebook again. I scroll through the various updates friends have posted, looking through a few pictures I was tagged in from our night out in the city. I am accepting the friend request that I forgot I had waiting from Jacob when I hear the familiar sound of a truck coming up the drive. It's a good thing we're telling his parents tonight because it would be hard to explain Edward's truck appearing here throughout the week. It's hard to hide anything from people when you live on their property!

I place my laptop on the table and meet Edward at the door. He's casual today in a black and white flannel shirt with dark jeans. The smile that lights up his face when he sees me watching from the doorway makes my stomach flutter. Entering the room, he reaches down for a hug and I'm aware of something he's holding in his hands. I step back to look down and he laughs to hold up a book.

"You brought a book?" I chuckle.

"I told you we could read together. Did you think I was a liar?" he replies.

I laugh, shaking my head when he interrupts, dipping down to steal a kiss.

"Okay Miss Swan where is this reading taking place today?"

"Make yourself at home," I instruct.

"Well," he pauses "this kind of is my home. This was the perfect hideaway when I was a teenager. During the offseason I probably spent more time here than at my house."

I smile trying to imagine a teenaged Edward sprawled out in my cottage. He plops himself down on the futon, looking at some of the pictures I had placed on the end table. My laptop then catches his eye and he snatches it up.

"Should I be jealous you're staring at pictures of Jacob while I'm sitting at home thinking of you?" he smirks looking from the screen to me.

I can't help the chuckle and slight blush.

"Actually I was just accepting his friend request, Edward. I didn't want to be rude and leave his friend request hanging out there like some other people I know," I tease back.

"Sounds like you have experience with that?" he asks looking somewhat confused.

"Well, I did send this cute guy I met a friend request a while ago and he never responded."

The light seems to dawn.

"Does this cute guy happen to be visiting you right now?" he asks.

"He does actually. Taking over my laptop and everything."

"Sorry, this cute guy doesn't really check Facebook often. How can I ever make it up to you?" he exaggerates.

"Hmmm," I tap my chin as I sit down next to him on the futon. "I'll have to think about that one."

"I've got it!" he says as he clicks around on my page. He logs me off the account and soon is pulling up his own account. Since I never got to view his page before I can't help but lean on his shoulder to see what is pulling up in front of him. Sure enough he has a long list of alerts, letting him know about tagged photos and other requests. He quickly clicks on the friend request and accepts the request.

"All set," he says proudly, turning the screen so that I can now see we are in fact Facebook friends.

I can't help myself so I lean forward, initiating another kiss as I pull the computer from his lap to my own. Pulling back I click onto his profile page and begin scrolling through.

"There's really not much here. Why do you have an account if you don't really use it?" I wonder out loud.

"I used it more before when I first got it. Now I really only use my computer at home for business stuff and just use my phone for everything else."

"Edward, you can put Facebook on your phone."

"Why would I do that?" he questions.

"Because then you wouldn't be missing out on important friend requests!" I can't help but tease. "Nothing is really official unless it's posted on Facebook. Then it's Facebook official."

He looks at my like I'm an alien. "Facebook official? You Americans are a little nuts."

I push the laptop to the table knowing I'll be browsing through later. I toss Edward his book and pick up my own. Sitting on either end of the futon, with our legs intertwined in the middle we read while sharing smiles and looks every so often. I'm lost in my book and thoughts of Edward when I hear my phone buzz. Glancing down I see a Facebook alert saying I've been tagged in a photo by Edward. Puzzled, I pull open my account to see a picture of myself from only a minute before. In the picture I'm fully immersed in my book with a slight blush on my cheeks. It is posted on Edward's page with the caption "Beautiful view." I glare over at Edward on the other side of the couch as he slides his phone back in his pocket returning to look at his book. His eyes meet mine with fake innocence.

"What?" he says with a smirk. "Just making sure we're Facebook official."