ENTRY 3
MY COUNSELOR
I see him as soon as I walk into the dining hall. I didn't even need to look around as my eyes were immediately drawn to him. He's across the room talking with a small group of camp counselors here for orientation.
It's been four years, and Edward Cullen is still the most beautiful man I've ever seen. His bronze hair is a little shorter than the last time I'd seen him, but still a glorious tousled mess.
That hair featured in most of my schoolgirl fantasies, my fingers running through it as he moaned and kissed my neck. I hope to make that fantasy come true this summer.
His green eyes sparkle as they look up and meet mine across the crowd. I'm embarrassed to be caught staring at him, but he smiles before his attention returns to his group.
I want to walk over to him, but I'm suddenly a 14-year-old kid again, and he's the 18-year-old camp counselor teaching me to play guitar. I feel tongue-tied and intimidated.
I take a deep breath to help myself relax. I will talk to him. Of course, I will. Just not yet. I need to get back into my now confident 18-year-old head space. I've got all summer, after all.
I sit by the campfire, enjoying this last night of serenity before the first group of kids comes barreling in tomorrow for three weeks of fun and sun.
I feel the bench dip as someone sits down next to me.
"Hi. The last night of calm before the storm, am I right?" he asks.
I turn and look directly into the eyes of Edward Cullen. I can't help the smile that takes over my face.
"Definitely. This is my first summer as a counselor here. I'm a little nervous."
Edward chuckles and shakes his head. "There's nothing to be nervous about. The kids are always excited to be here, and it's a lot of fun."
"I'm sure you're right. I know I always loved coming here."
"I'm Edward, by the way. I noticed you in the dining hall earlier today, but you disappeared before I could say hi," he says.
The thought that he searched me out makes me tingle all over.
"I know who you are, Edward," I say, hoping the firelight hides my blush.
"Oh? But we weren't introduced earlier. And I don't know your name." His confusion is adorable.
"But you do," I laugh. "You taught me to play the guitar here four years ago. I'm Bella Swan."
I watch as he slowly recognizes the former 14-year-old camper that was me.
"Wow, you've grown up, Bella," he says with a smile. "Nicely, I might add. How old are you now?" Edward's eyebrow lifts as he waits for me to respond.
"I'm 18 now," I say with a wink.
"Hmmm, I think this is going to be a really fun summer," Edward whispers as he leans closer.
And I think my fantasy is about to come true.
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