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Chapter 27
As the door is shutting behind us, I hear yelling and the sound of shattered glass. I can only assume who is behind the noise. I'm sure it's the Ponytail Punks at it again and as soon as the camera crew darts off in their location, all cameras swarming the mansion, I know it for a fact.
I hear Edward chuckle beside me and I look up at him. He puts his fingers to his slips, telling me to be quiet as he grabs my hand, clasps it with his, and pulls me to a dark corner by the side of the house, that's shaded by large trees. He pushes me up against the house, not too roughly, but just enough to show me that he's in charge for the moment.
Yeah, I kind of like this aggressive side he's showing right now.
He leans forward and plants his lips to mine as we moan into the kiss and the sweet feeling of wet lips and open mouths. I feel his tongue gently asking for entrance and I just want to scream, "Please won't you come in, make yourself at home and stay a while." Our tongues dance a sexy tango of sorts and as he clutches me tighter, I can feel the reaction he's having.
Again I question, can't I just have him now and send the rest home? We both know that we have a show to put on for all of America and as if he realizes it at that same moment, he slows the kiss down and plants a few soft ones on my lips then kisses me tenderly on the forehead.
He looks down into my eyes with his own gorgeous greens then smiles shyly. Yeah, honey, you weren't so shy just two seconds ago, now were you. This is why this man is slowly but surely driving me crazy. He's the perfect mix of domination and southern gentlemen. He's a keeper for sure.
He brushes some wayward hair out of my face and whispers in my ear, "Sorry, I just wanted to get that first kiss of the day out of the way, so we can enjoy our date without all of the nerves associated with the end of the date expectations."
I smile up at him and giggle. "I like your style, honey."
We both chuckle at that and he grabs my hand once again and leads me back to the front of the house. The camera crews are just walking back out and I'm so very thankful that out of a very public show, I managed to steal some very private moments with my favorite guy here. I like that we now have a secret and when I look up at my Mr. Gorgeous Greens and his smile reaches all the way up to those pretty eyes, I know he feels the same too.
He walks us over to the classic car we will be taking for the day and then, Mr. Courteous, opens my door for me. I'm once again appreciative that he's a true southern gentleman and has impeccable manners. I enjoy the feeling of being taken care of and appreciated for the woman that I am.
Edward closes my door and rushes over to his own, grins at me and puts the car in drive as I give him directions to our date destination.
As I stare at him while he drives down the road, toned arms shifting the gears, dark glasses covering his greens from me, scruffy jaw, and smirk firmly in place, I know that this just might be one of the best days of my life.
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