Chopsticks are a wonderful invention.

If I wasn't trying to get my house clean I would buy every pair I could get my hands on.

Perhaps I should clarify myself and start at the beginning…with the simple statement that today was Wednesday.

I was antsy as all hell at work Bella's words from the grocery store the other day constantly playing in my mind.

I think I went through more lotion in the past two days than a woman would in a month. It's a good thing I had bought it in bulk. We'll just pretend like I didn't manage to go through half of the gallon size bottle.

When Bella got to my house today she seemed to be in a very good mood, a smile on her face the entire time we worked…even when we came across all the pairs of Stompies that I had. We laughed as we tried out a few pairs before putting them in the donate pile, with plans to send them to the local children's hospital.

We cleared out the last bit of the cluttered hallways on the first floor, and then the doorbell rang. I went to get it, and that's when Bella stopped me, reminding me how she was treating me to dinner tonight.

She came in a few minutes later with bags of Chinese food. We set everything up in the kitchen and I gave her a dubious look when she handed me chopsticks to eat with.

After I explained how I never could figure out to use them, she tried demonstrating it for me, but it was no use, my food kept ending up on the table, in my lap…everywhere but in my mouth. Then again, I was a bit distracted as I watched Bella eat…the way she put the food in her mouth, and slowly pulled the chopsticks out all the while giving me a look that was positively sinful…yeah, it was hard to concentrate.

Personally, I think the little vixen knew exactly what she was doing.

After my pouting finally got her to stop giggling at my futile attempts to feed myself, she offered to help me.

I damn near stopped breathing as she stood behind me, her arms wrapped around mine as she showed me how to hold the chopsticks.

The way we were positioned her breath was on my neck again, her voice nothing more than a soft whisper. Her hand placed on top of mine as she maneuvered my hands with hers. I could feel her chest pressed up against my back, which only made my cock throb within my pants all the more. Finally, with her guidance, I managed to get ahold of a piece of my food with the damned sticks. She never pulled away as she guided the sticks to my mouth, stopping then in front of my lips as she whispered "Go ahead Edward, have a taste."

I couldn't help myself, as I took the food into my mouth; I let my tongue dart out and lick her fingers, the taste a mixture of her and the food. I moaned at the taste, but it was Bella's moan that caught my attention.

She helped feed me a few more bites, her head resting on my shoulder with the second, and her lips pressing a kiss to my neck before backing away and taking her seat next to me.

She gave me a saucy little smirk and a wink before she continued eating…the erotic innuendo of her chopstick usage not lost on me at all.

After eating, we relaxed and talked more, and before we knew it, it was dark and approaching 10:00.

As I walked Bella to the door, I knew it was now or never, I needed to try and make a move here.

"Bella," I said. "I…I uh…I really like spending time with you and um…well… W-would you maybe want to go out sometime? With me?"

Bella smiled at me, as she answered "I'd love to Edward," before kissing my cheek.

We spoke for a few more minutes before she left, agreeing to make plans to go out the following week. As I locked up the house for the night, I was as giddy as a kid in a candy store, and as I went to bed, thoughts for where I could take Bella on our date were swirling in my head.