The rest of the week and the weekend went by much faster than I had hoped they would. The weekends were a sacred time for me. It was the only two days of the week I got to sleep in, something I cherished deeply. Saturday and Sunday always passed by too quickly, with this Saturday and Sunday being no exception.

Mondays are generally accepted to be the worst days of the week. No one likes Monday when that alarm clock is blaring in your ears, reminding you that you have a job and responsibilities to attend to. In my eyes, Tuesdays aren't much better either. You're not even half way through the week, no where even close to being to able to sleep in or relax again.

Which is why when my alarm clock went off on Tuesday, I was extremely reluctant to get up. I was half tempted to use one of my sick days, but after hitting the snooze button several times, I decided to drag my self out of bed.

The way I saw it, today was either going to be really awesome or really awkward. It could be really awesome because my date (as much as I hated that word, that's what it was) with Edward could go great. I would make sure he knew I was only interested in something physical and maybe he would be ok with it. If I got my way, it's what he was interested in, too. Or maybe he was going to be one of those overly emotional guys who 'thought we had a connection' or something equally ridiculous and he would beg me to 'give love a chance' or whatever. Of course, I could be completely over reacting either way. Maybe he wanted something deeper than a physical relationship but would be able to respect what I wanted and just move on.

I tried not to think about it too much as I went through my day at work. Work was, well, work and as usual I was relieved when it was 5 o'clock and time for me to go home.

Edward and I had agreed to meet at an Italian restaurant. It was close to my apartment but not close enough to walk, not in the dead of winter anyway. I quickly made my way back to my apartment and changed into something a little more casual before making my way to the L train to go to the restaurant.

EPOV

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous for my date with Bella tonight. Since I'd last saw her, I really couldn't get her off my mind, as lame as it sounds. I was kind of disappointed when she said that she wasn't free until Tuesday but I figured it was better than having to wait until next Saturday to see her.

I got to the restaurant a few minutes before her. I decided to just wait for her in the lobby area instead of going ahead and getting a table. Since it was a Tuesday it wasn't too crowded and we wouldn't have to wait to get in when she did get here.

I was checking my email on BlackBerry when I heard someone walk in the door. I looked up and smiled when I saw that it was her. She returned my smile and gave me a friendly hug.

"Hi," she said, still smiling. Good sign, hopefully. "I hope you haven't been waiting on me too long."

"No," I assured. "Not even five minutes."

We made our way over to the hostess station and were quickly lead back to a table for two.

"How have you been?" I asked once we were seated.

Bella looked up from her menu to answer. "Oh, I've been good. Busy, but good. You?"

"About the same. Busy as always, but I can't complain."

Before she could respond, our waiter came and took our drink orders. We continued to look over the menus for about minute in silence.

"So, Bella," I began. "Tell me a little about yourself. I mean, I know where you went to college and what you do for a living but not much else." Over the past few days, I realized I didn't really know that much about her. I knew the basics but we had never really discussed her life before college, her family, or anything like that.

Her expression shifted from friendly politeness to something I couldn't exactly put a finger on as she tore her eyes away from her menu to look at me. I hoped she hadn't had a horrible childhood and I had made her angry by bringing it up.

"Look, Edward." She closed and set down her menu, looking at me square in the eye now. "There's something I need to make clear to you."

Before she could elaborate on what, the waiter returned with our drinks and to take our food order. I quickly told him what I wanted, eager to hear what Bella was going to say. As soon as he left, I returned my attention to Bella.

"Anyway, there's something I need to make sure you know. I'm not really looking for a relationship right now. I know I've agreed to go out on a date with you tonight and that I asked you to be my date for Saturday but it's just not something I'm interested in right now. I'm sorry if I've lead you on or you've felt that this could be going somewhere but it's just not what I'm looking for right now."

I registered what she had just said, taking a sip of my Coke as I thought it over. I didn't want to wait too long to respond so I quickly thought of something to say.

"So what are you looking for exactly, if you're not looking for a relationship?" I asked.

She looked at me and didn't answer for several moments. "I'm just not into the whole exclusive, emotional relationship thing. I guess what you could say I'm looking for is something purely physical. Just someone to have fun with."

I nodded, taking another sip of my drink. I wasn't entirely sure how to respond to this. I had never been in a physical, non-emotional relationship before. On one hand, I wasn't even sure it was entirely possible. Sleeping with someone generally leads to having feels for them, whether you wanted it to or not. However, on the other hand, I had just gotten out of a long term relationship. While the split had been amicable and I wasn't exactly dwelling on the past, being with someone for a year does change you. Maybe a physical relationship was what I needed right now. Maybe I just needed someone to have fun with too, as Bella had put it.

"I can do physical," I said.

She raised her eyebrows at me, as if she was surprised by my response. "Really? I mean, if you're not comfortable with it, it's cool. You're not going to hurt my feelings or anything."

"No, I know," I assured her. "I'm fine with purely physical. It might be nice for a change."

She smiled at me and took a sip of her drink. "Well, I am glad that conversation is over. You wouldn't believe some of the guys that pitch a fit when I tell them that."

I chuckled at that but it had me wondering. How many guys had she done this with before?

After dinner, we had gone back to her apartment. I knew what was going to happen if I followed her back there but I went anyway.

We were currently making out on her couch, hands roaming everywhere. I'm not exactly sure when, but my shirt had been taken off as well as hers. I trailed my lips down her neck and along her collarbone. I could hear her gasping and panting for air as she tilted her head back and tangled her fingers in my hair. I made my way back up to her mouth and pressed my lips against hers.

No doubt about it, this girl was an amazing kisser.

She traced the outline of my lower lip with her tongue before gently pulling on it with her teeth, which was incredibly hot.

Just as she started to reach for my pants buckle, my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. Working at the hospital, I was constantly on call so I had to answer it.

"I'm really sorry," I said as I pulled away and dub my phone out of my pocket.

I answered it and just as I was dreading, they needed me. I really didn't want to leave Bella, not as things were just heating up, but I had no choice.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized once again. "I'm needed at the hospital."

She seemed disappointed that we had to stop but she didn't look angry. "It's fine, don't apologize, I understand."

I gave her a small smile before reaching for my shirt and slipping it over my head. I leaned down and gave her a small kiss before standing up.

"Give me a call about Saturday," I said as I made my way to leave.