The Learning Curve: Chapter 9
Edward Cullen's House
Edward's house was enormous. His dad was the chief surgeon at the hospital, and Edward drove a really shiny silver Volvo, so I'd been expecting an impressive dwelling, but the reality was ridiculous. How could anybody live in a house that big and not get lost?
"You're sure no one's home?" I asked after I stepped out of my truck.
"My dad's at the hospital late tonight, and my mom's in Seattle working on a big charity event until Thursday."
Edward led the way up to the front door, and I followed nervously.
"Relax," he said as he held the door open for me. "We're just going to talk."
We went into a pristine living room where Edward took my coat and urged me to sit on the absurdly clean white sofa. I wasn't sure you could even see the original color through all the stains on Charlie's couch.
"Okay," Edward said, standing before me. "So basically, you want me to give you an introduction to sex."
"Yes."
He ran his hand roughly through his hair. "I want to say first and foremost that this is a bad idea. But I'll do it, under a few conditions."
"Which are?"
"One, that you let me set the pace. You can't just rush into sex."
"Okay," I nodded. I would probably need some adjustment time anyway.
"Two, neither one of us sees anyone else while we're doing this. It's going to be weird enough without adding other people to the equation."
"I agree," I said readily, relieved he wouldn't be sleeping with other girls for a while.
"And three," he said, "You don't tell anyone what we're doing."
I felt uncomfortable with that condition, knowing it probably meant he was embarrassed to be associated with me, but I hadn't planned on advertising it anyway.
"Okay."
"All right. Come over to my house again tomorrow and we'll get started."
My mouth went dry. "Tomorrow, then."
A/N: Short one, I know. I promise I'll give you two tomorrow. Today I'm playing with my new kitten.