A/N: Pics/videos are up on the blog.


If I had thought that going on a date with Bella would have made her go easier on me in terms of getting my house organized…I was sorely mistaken.

In fact, I think she was a bit harder on me…or maybe just letting me know that just because we had a connection outside of the job she was hired for, I couldn't get away with slacking in regards to getting my house in order.

Case in point…the argument we had as we worked on my living room. I thought it would move the cleanup along faster if I just hired a crew to take all the stuff out of my house and get rid of it. I didn't have many valuable or sentimental things, and those that I did have were easily identifiable. Like my pictures I had on the walls…easy enough for me to tell a cleanup crew not to touch them. Everything else of value was kept locked safely away in my bedroom closet.

Bella didn't like my idea so much.

"Edward," she huffed as she threw more SheWees in our throw away bin. "You need to go through the process of sorting through things…making the decisions about what to keep and what to get rid of."

"I know," I sighed in response. "It's just…it would be so much easier to just get it done over the course of a weekend and not deal with it anymore…you know…like those shows on TLC."

"It may be a quicker solution, but you wouldn't work through all the issues associated with your hoarding that way," Bella explained.

I knew she was right. I just couldn't stop daydreaming about having a real evening with Bella at my home…dinner in the dining room and not the kitchen…curling up on the couch and watching a movie. I wanted to be able to do those things with her, and was getting impatient for the chance.

"Oh come on Bella…you know you'd like it if we had a movie night on the couch…pretend like we're two sixteen year olds sitting in the back of the movie theater…making out instead of watching the movie. You could be the sweet, innocent girl next door while I could be the all too tempting boy looking to corrupt you."

Bella tried, really tried hard to keep a serious look on her face after that.

It didn't work.

"Where do you come up with these ideas Edward?" she asked as she giggled.

"I dunno," I answered, shrugging my shoulders and pulling her close to me so I could kiss her cheek. "Though you have to admit the idea is appealing Bella."

"Oh hush you!" she chucked as she smacked me with one of the many Dream Lite Pillows I had lying around. "Appealing or not, it won't happen until this living room is cleared out."

She made a very valid point.

I made a mental note to talk to Mom, Dad, and Emmett and see if they wanted to come over this weekend and help me get a head start on clearing out more of the rooms.

Bella and I dove back into working on the living room after that, and by the time we finished for the day we had half the room cleared out.

We decided to go out to grab a bite to eat afterwards, Bella's choice this time since I surprised her with the Greek food on our date.

It turned out Bella paid as much attention to me as I did her, because she remembered the name of my favorite burger place from when I went to college.

I hadn't even known they were opening one up in my area, so when we pulled up outside the Steak 'n Shake, I was pretty excited. The place did have the best chocolate milkshakes after all.

I should have known dinner would be a test of my willpower because Bella plus a milkshake equals one of the most positively, erotically sinful things I've ever seen. I swear she kept getting the damn shake on her lips on purpose, and would wait to lick it away until she knew I was watching. It didn't help that her shake was vanilla, and the fact that the word Shake was everywhere I looked…instantly reminding me of Shake Weights…so the whole night through dinner I had that fantasy running through my mind. Add to that seeing that vanilla shake on Bella's lips, and yeah…all I could think of was another white substance that I wanted to have coating her lips.

As we went to pay though, I had a major wake up call. The cashier tried flirting with my Bella. Not that she acknowledged it in the least. It made me feel a bit better that the more persistent he got, she got closer to me, eventually wrapping her arm around mine. But it did make me realize that Bella and I never really talked about what we were. Were we just dating…were we exclusive…was she my girlfriend…did she want to be? All questions I needed answers to…and soon.