Mama Mia
"You're beautiful, do you know that?"
"Stop it," Bella said in a hushed voice, bending her head as her cheeks colored a slight rose in embarrassment.
"Why? It's true."
She glanced up at Edward across the table and smiled shyly.
"Thank you."
"A woman should never have to thank a man for telling her that she is beautiful," Edward said smoothly, taking her small hand into his. He pulled her finger to his lips. "It should just be accepted as fact." His mouth brushed against her skin, and just that slight contact had chills spreading down her back and thighs.
They're eyes met and held for several moments as he kept her hand in place. His eyes were dark, mysterious and sensuous, communicating more than just his simple yet provocative words. He wanted her, she could tell. A man had never looked at her with that much passion and at first, she second guessed his intent. But once his tongue peeked out a bit with his kiss, she couldn't deny that there was a carnal quality to his expression that had her mind turning, and her body warming.
"Edward!" A woman called from behind the bar, and Bella turned to see a short, round Italian woman staring at the pair of them with her hands on her hips, and a not too friendly expression on her face. She looked back to Edward who hadn't taken his eyes off of her for a moment.
"Later," he whispered, kissing her fingertips once more before he stood. She watched him walk away, watched how his tailored pants hug his hips perfectly, his fitted shirt hugging his masculine frame perfectly.
She sighed and picked up her almost empty wine glass.
Date number six.
Alice was sure this was the night. That he'd make his move on her and take her home to his bed. It had been several hours on the phone, sharing texts and pictures between the two girls, before her dress and undergarments had been given the official seal of "oh, fuck yes" approval.
Tonight, she wore a small black dress that hit low on her front, and showed a delicate yet tantalizing amount of skin in the back. The length was more conservative, hitting just above her knees. But the tight fit across her hips and thighs screamed sexual tension, and hinted at the barely there lingerie she wore beneath.
And yet, no matter how beautiful she felt, she couldn't compare to him. He was perfection personified, sex in human form. Just being on his arm was blasphemous to the gods of gorgeous.
The little old woman began to speak in rapid Italian, gesturing wildly at Edward, and then at Bella herself. She sat up a little straighter, suddenly feeling a little out of place. They were eating at an Italian eatery his family owned, and Bella assumed that he might be related to the angry little woman. Perhaps she was unwelcome. Maybe she should leave.
She took her napkin from her lap and awkwardly wiped her mouth of any reminisce of food or wine. Quietly, she began to gather her things, feeling the prick of tears sting the corners of her eyes.
How embarrassing . . .
AN: Hey everyone! Felt like writing some Italianward. For those of you wondering, the book has been released. I start a blog tour on the 14th. For more info, check out my blog site. Sevenoracles . Blogspot . Com