First I want to thank all of you for your feedback… Your thoughts and opinions matter to me. With that being said, most picked Tuesday/Friday updates without teasers, but for those who like teaser, I will try to remember to post one with Fic Central for Friday's update. I can't promise that I will always remember since this is the first story I've ever done website teasers with.

To the guest reviewers: Please, for the love of God, do not compare my almost completely fictional story of Bella and Edward to Kristen and Rob…the two have nothing to do with each other except that they played the characters in the movie franchise of SM's books and are used in my banner. If you must equate a true Hollywood love story to this, please think along the lines of Hugh Jackman and his wife. Thank you.

Thanks to the CG team: Brie, Kitchmill, Jen, Kelly, and Kim! I'd be lost without them.

Today you get Jordan Knight. I should start out by telling you I was a HUGE NKOTB fan when they first came out. They were the first concert I ever went to when I was 11. Sadly, I have nothing nice to say here. He was a straight up prick and made NPH look like a saint. I can't even remember what he got because I couldn't believe how rude he was. That was the most disappointing star encounters I ever had, but if you find it hard to believe he could act like that check out The Surreal Life. He was a jackass on the show, too.

Chapter Six

We were interrupted by the waiter bringing out our entrees. I had ordered the mushroom risotto, although they called it by a fancy Italian name. Edward had gotten the ribeye, and it looked delicious.

Once the waiter left, Edward asked again, "Will you come to the set?"

I really didn't know how to respond. He was so open and willing to share his career with me after only three meetings, and that was nice. I could tell he didn't trust easily, but something inside must have told him I was an honest and trustworthy person. "If that's something you would like, then yes, I'd love to watch you work."

I wasn't surprised he was such a successful actor because every emotion played across his face with such clarity and sincerity, but it was obvious he couldn't play poker to save his life. The feeling of glee and disappointment would tell his opponent what kind of cards he was holding, and that lack of poker face made it easy for me to read him.

I had no intention of rushing this budding romance—if you could even call it that—but I liked Edward. His candor and consistency of being a gentleman had showed me who he truly was. Besides, how many guys actually introduced a girl they were interested in to their mom before they even asked her out for the first time?

"Do you have any siblings?" Edward inquired in between bites of his steak.

"No, I'm an only child. It's a miracle I even exist, what with my dad's crazy work schedule and all." It was true; I'd spent my formative years wondering if I even had a daddy because he was never around when I was awake. "What about you, any brothers or sisters?"

He nodded. "One of each. You really don't follow my career or my personal life, do you?"

"Nope. I don't watch much television either. I've only seen your Starry Night movies because of how big of a fan my mother is. She dragged me to every midnight showing, even if I had to be up early the next morning. They were great, but everything I know about your personal life has been told to me by my mother, or now you."

His mouth hung open, and I gently closed it, his stubble tickling my fingers. "Wow. Well, okay then. I have a brother named Emmett and a sister named Alice. Emmett is actually engaged to Rosalie...he wasn't too pleased to know I would be making out with his soon-to-be wife on our next movie, and I reminded him I wasn't looking forward to kissing my pseudo sister either."

I actually choked on my water when he said that, and when I recovered I actually busted out laughing. "Holy shit! That's hilarious. I honestly had no idea."

"Yeah. It's really weird working with her, but she's been in the business for a lot longer than I have. My sister Alice is my publicist, and her husband Jasper is my manager."

"Keeping it all in the family, I see." My silly and snarky comment made it his turn to choke. All kidding aside, it was nice to know he was extremely close to his family.

We spent the rest of our meal chatting and getting to know each other. He was really down to earth, had an obsession with foreign beers, listened to all genres of music, loved Family Guy, and swore coffee was a gift from God.

Edward had pre-ordered our dessert, and I was pleasantly surprised when they set the heart-shaped, flourless chocolate cake down between us. It was covered with a rich dark chocolate mousse that was topped with fresh raspberries. He cut off the first piece.

"Do you mind?" he asked as he lifted the fork to my mouth. I shook my head and opened my mouth for him. It was a smooth move for sure, and I was willing to indulge his romantic side.

The flavor exploded in my mouth. The berries burst and the juice blended incredibly with the slightly bitter chocolate. It was an absolutely divine combination. I moaned through the taste. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if I had one of my café au laits to go alongside the dessert. The chocolate would have brought out all the richness in the coffee.

"Damn. That's good." Edward's eyes were hooded with desire as I licked the remnants of chocolate from my lips.

"Do you have any idea what your sounds do to me? How watching your tongue caress your lips makes me feel? You're too damn sexy for your own good." He shook his head. "My mom would kill me for the thoughts I'm having right now."

"How is Esme?" It was a low move, but I wasn't ready to address the sexual tension that always seemed to linger between us. I was sure my noises did enough to tease him, even though I hadn't intentionally been trying to.

"She's good. She misses your coffee. You'll have to come by the house sometime."

It was strange to me how he was making all these plans for us, especially since we were only on our first date. So much could change before the night was over and I didn't want to get my hopes up so much so that I ended up hurt.

As we continued to share the cake, I mentioned how coffee would make it better. Edward summoned the waiter who quickly returned with our drinks.

He took a sip and sighed. "It's not as good as yours." My cheeks pinked with his compliment. "What is it you do that makes your coffee taste so damn good?"

"It's a secret. One I won't tell just anyone."

"Come on. I'm not just anyone, am I?"

I stared at him. There was just something in his mossy green eyes that called to me, made me want to share all my deep, dark secrets. Made me want to confess to sins like I would my priest at Sunday's confessional.

"No, you're not just anyone. I'm almost afraid to tell you because you'll disappear."

He grabbed my hand and a jolt of electricity pulsed through my veins. It was hot and raced straight to my heart, which began thudding so rapidly that I was afraid it would beat right out of my chest. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

"No, I guess I don't." I huffed at my own silliness. I was actually embarrassed by the answer he wanted and was trying desperately to diffuse where the conversation was headed. I looked up into his eyes; the emotion was so obvious, even to me. He cared, and it wasn't about how I prepared the coffee. No, it was about me.

"You'll think I'm silly."

"Impossible."

"Fine. It's love." I was frustrated with the cheesiness of my answer.

"What's love?"

"My secret ingredient for the au laits. I love making them. It's my favorite drink to make. The perfect blend of coffee and milk. The way the foam swirls to create whatever design I decide to top the drink off with in that moment. It's like a work of art that I get the pleasure of creating for someone. The look of joy that comes over someone's face when they take that first sip." I sighed as realized I was yammering on and on about the excitement I found in making coffee. "Sorry, I tend to get a bit wordy when I talk about coffee."

"It's fine. You're almost as passionate about coffee as you are about writing lyrics." He hit the nail on the head with that one.

"Yeah. Some would say I'm a bit of a snob when it comes to coffee, but I prefer connoisseur. It's been not only my job, but a passion of mine for the last three years. Trust me when I say you either embrace it or walk away hating it after you work in a coffeehouse."

"Well, I for one am glad you've kept at it. How else would I have found you, coffee girl?"

Him and his sweet words…they would be the death of me, I was sure of it.

"I really don't want this night to end." Death for sure. "But I have to be up early tomorrow and make sure I have everything packed for the trip. I'm really not looking forward to being away from you for three weeks. You won't mind if I call and harass you, will you?"

"You'd better, or I'll really start to believe you only wanted the secret ingredient for my au laits."

"No, it's just you I want. The coffee is a bonus." I swooned.

He settled the bill and then we were off. The best part was that there were no paparazzi around to spoil the evening. Once we were back in the car, he turned the stereo on low. KOST was playing love songs. Lonestar's 'Amazed' had just begun playing, and I could swear it was a sign. I let the words wash over me.

I've never been this close to anyone or anything

They were talking to me, speaking of my growing feelings. Feelings I shouldn't have been having after just one date.

Every little thing that you do

Baby I'm amazed by you

It was as if Richie McDonald was singing my thoughts out loud, pouring through my jumbled mind and sorting out all these new and growing feelings.

You touch every place in my heart

Was that what he was doing?

I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes

I did want to stare into his eyes all the time.

I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side

Forever and ever

Maybe, just maybe, that could be a possibility.

I had hummed along with the song while it played. Karen Sharp began talking after the song ended. "That song is for Eddie and his coffee girl. He's kosting along and wanted you to know you've amazed him from the moment he met you."

I gasped and snapped my head in his direction, the darkness inside the car preventing me from seeing his expression.

"Why? What? How?" All coherent thoughts left my mind.

He said nothing, just shrugged his shoulders in the I-don't-know-just-because kind of way. But he knew, and I was sure he was smirking from his seat. When he reached over and clasped my hand in his, I let him. It was warm and comforting, and it made my heart beat a little quicker, something I was beginning to think only he was capable of doing to me.

The drive went by fast, way faster than I would've liked. When he pulled into the driveway, I was actually sad for the night to be ending.

"I had a great night. Thank you for such a wonderful first date, Eddie." He groaned. "You know it's going to stick around because of the dedication now, right?"

"As long as you're the only one to call me that, I'll be okay with it. It has been a great first date. The best I've ever had, and if I didn't have to leave I would keep you in the car with me, talking until the sun came up."

I snorted. "I have to be to work before the sun comes up so we wouldn't have been able to pull that off, but I get what you mean."

The music was still playing in the background, dedications continued, and the love songs I enjoyed so much flowed through the car as we stared into each other eyes. No words were spoken, not that they were needed.

Lady Antebellum's 'Just a Kiss' was playing when it finally happened. He leaned into me. "Can I kiss you?" I nodded; he didn't need to ask because I wanted him to kiss me.

The moment his lips met mine, I was a goner. I'd read about perfect kisses, even shared a few moderately right ones before, but this was otherworldly. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. I nibbled on his top lip, losing myself in the simple sweetness of our mouths moving together. I didn't want it to end, but it did, slowly and just as innocently as it began with a few pecks.

When he finally pulled away, he spoke again. "I want to walk you to the door."

I replied with a simple, "Okay."

Once we were at my door, he murmured goodnight, and that he couldn't wait to see me again. I let his breath wash over my cheek like a whispered promise of more. That was exactly what his words spoke to me of: more.

With one more glance over my shoulder and a shy smile on my face, I said goodnight. He tipped his head and then jogged back to his car. After I had watched him pull away, I closed the door and collapsed against it.

I didn't think my life could get better than that.

Also, I wanted to officially let you all know I've chosen a cause for the outtake I wrote. The Christmas Wishes Compilation benefits Toys for Tots, so if you can, please donate to a cause that makes children smile. If you don't follow me on Facebook—which is where the teaser for my donation was posted—I will tell you that the outtake is titled True Confessions of a Hollywood Heartthrob. Which does in fact mean it is in Edward's POV. It's basically their first meeting from his perspective and a bit of his background. It was a lot of fun to write. For those who can't donate, no worries, the outtake will post here too, but not until after CG finishes. Link to the cause is listed on my FFn profile!

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Until next time. Dee xx