Chapter 8: Getting to Know Each Other

I was on cloud nine as soon as Edward's lips touched my own. His smell and touch was intoxicating, and I knew I had never felt anything like that before. He tasted delicious with just a hint of cinnamon from his coffee. It definitely was a kiss I never wanted to end.

"That was amazing," I whispered as we broke apart his hand tracing my arm taking my hand in his. He just smiled brightly his eyes filled with happiness.

We stayed about another hour in the coffee shop talking about everything that came to mind from school to our friends. It felt wonderful to have somebody who I could be so comfortable with, and actually cared about what I had to say.

"I think we should let somebody else sit down." Edward said with a laugh as we noticed the amount of people who were now crowding the coffee shop.

"I guess you're right." I said getting up and throwing away our empty cups.

"Tell me Edward, where do you live?" I asked realizing that I knew very little about him as we walked towards my apartment. "I mean you've seen where I live, and I don't have the slightest idea where you do."

"Do you want me to show you?" He asked a bit hesitantly as I took his hand.

"I'd like that." I responded as we reached his car. I loved the way he was unsure of himself, as if he was afraid he was going to scare me off.

"It's not very big, but I like it." He explained as he parked in front of a very nice looking high rise building obviously a lot newer and more expensive than mine.

His apartment was located on the tenth floor. "This is my home." He said simply opening the door for me.

It was not very big, but did have very beautiful terrace and view. But it was the piano that had immediately caught my eye. It was right in front of the French doors that let outside. "It's very beautiful." I commented looking around.

It was not a typical bachelor's apartment. It was obvious that he had not decorated it himself. It had a fememine touch to it which made me nervous. Had one of his girlfriends decorated it? I knew he had to have had girlfriends, but it made me uncomfortable to think that they may have lived here.

I couldn't help myself from looking through the open door of his bedroom. His bed was nicely made with a dark green comforter. There were a couple of books on top of a nightstand as well as an alarm clock and reading light.

"My mom did most of the decorating when I moved in a couple years ago." He explained as he watched me look around.

"She has great taste." I added as I neared the piano smiling as I noticed the pictures he had on top of it.

"She does." He agreed walking towards me.

"Do you play?" I asked pretending not to know.

"I used to when I was younger, but I haven't played in a while." He answered as I trailed my

fingers over the keys.

"It's a beautiful piano." I complimented. "Would you play if I asked you to?" I daringly asked.

He remained quiet for a few minutes. "I would, but I would have to practice first."

I smiled at him and stepped closer to the piano looking closer at the pictures. "Are these your parents?" I inquired looking at a picture of a younger looking Edward with two individuals.

He nodded. "That's my mom, Esme, and my dad, Carlisle." He said with a proud smile.

"You have the same features as your dad." I commented looking at the picture.

"A lot of people say that." He responded as we sat on the sofa.

"Do you want to do anything?" He questioned running his fingers through my hair.

"Not really, I really like to just talk." I answered smiling softly. I had really enjoyed talking with him, and I really wanted to know more about him.

"What do you want to talk about?" He inquired looking down on me.

"You know so much about me, and I don't know that much about you." I commented using all my courage and resting my head on his shoulder.

"What do you want to know? I have to warn you, I'm not very interesting. I'm rather boring actually." He said with a sly grin.

"I somehow doubt that, Edward." I replied with a laugh.

"You'll see." He warned. "Ask me anything!"

"What's your full name?" I inquired deciding to start off easy.

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen." He said. "After each of my grandfathers. One was named Anthony the other Masen. How about you Isabella?"

I cringed at the name. "Isabella Marie Swan. Do you have any siblings?" I said quickly changing the subject. I hated it when people referred to me by full name.

"No, my mom always wanted a big family, but was never able to get pregnant after me." He said with a shrug.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. I knew what it was like to grow up alone and with out siblings.

"It's fine. I see Emmett and Jasper as my brothers so that more than makes up for it. How about you any siblings?" He stated.

"No, not really. My parents divorced when I was small, and my mom never had any other children even after she remarried. My dad recently got remarried, so I now have a stepbrother and a stepsister, but I'm pretty much an only child. Alice and Rose are my real sisters." I explained. "What do you parents do?"

"My dad is a doctor in Chicago, and my mom does a lot of charity work. She has a degree in nursing, but hasn't used it since I was born. And yours?" He responded.

"My dad is the Head of the Police Department in Forks, and my mom lives in Florida. She really doesn't have a stable job. She enjoys doing a variety of things." I answered feeling extremely comfortable with him.

"How long have you known Alice and Rose?" He asked.

"As far back as I can remember. Alice lived next door when I moved to Phoenix and Rose lived across from us. Although, they're both a year older than me. I skipped second grade, and we ended up attending school together." I said happily thinking back at all we had been through. "Have you known Emmett and Jasper long?"

"We went to elementary school together, but they moved away after fifth grade. We found each other again in college four years ago." He responded.

I bit my lip nervously and slowly got up to look at him. "I want to ask you something, but I don't want you to think you have to answer. But I would rather you not answer than lie." I said feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

"Did I do something?" He asked hesitantly.

"No." I said with a laugh. "It's just something I'm curious about."

"I will try to answer." He said trying to read my expression.

"Why is a great guy like you single? Is there some sort of weird obsession or something that scares women off?" I finally blurted out biting my lip nervously.

"Do you want me to be honest?" He inquired seriously.

I nodded. Part of me was afraid that he was going to end up being some freak or have some deep dark secret.

"I have not exactly always been a relationship type of guy. I have only ever had one serious girlfriend and that was during the end of my junior and senior year in high school. We broke up when I moved to New York, and I sort of went a little crazy. I partied and drank, and wasn't really looking for any commitment." He said folding his hands on his lap.

"Why the sudden change?" I questioned not really understanding why he would suddenly want to get involved with me. After all, I had my share of issues.

"Besides the fact that I was tired of it, I met you. I want to look for stability, I wanted to find someone to care for and someone who is willing to care for me." He stated looking into my eyes.

"So there's no freaky addiction thing?" I asked with a laugh.

"I told I was rather boring." He responded with a teasing grin as I settled back into his arms.

We continued to talk for hours. We had pizza and watched television, and simply enjoyed each other's company. It was close to midnight when he finally realized how late it was. "Bella, it's almost midnight." He said as I suddenly shot up.

'I can't believe it's so late." I said stretching as I got off the couch.

"Let me get my keys and I'll drive you home." The drive home was very pleasant he held my hand with his free one. He was a perfect gentleman in opening all the doors for me and even walking me to the door.

"I really had fun today." I said as we reached my door.

"Me too." He replied. "Before I forget, Jasper wants us all to come to his place for dinner on Tuesday. Can you guys make it?"

"I'll tell Rose and Alice, and let you know tomorrow." I answered.

"Goodnight." He said softly kissing my lips gently. "Sweet dreams."

"Night." I whispered waving at him as he disappeared down the steps. It had truly been an amazing day, and I was extremely anxious to see him again. I knew my dreams were going to be filled of images of Edward, my boyfriend.

A/N: This chapter was more about laying down some sort of history for both of them. In my story Charlie is married to Sue that is why Bella sort of has siblings. They will play a part later in the story.

I want to thank all of you who reviewed, and I'm glad nobody is offended by the rating.

Please keep the reviews coming, and I will keep writing as fast as my head can think and my hands can type.

Next Chapter: Back to Work and School (maybe the dinner)

Muggleinlove