So, week didn't come in the top five for FotW on TLS, but that's okay. You all still rock for all of the love and support you've shown me, Coffee Girl, and Eddie. Sixth isn't bad and I'll take that any day.

I tried responding to reviews twice while I laid in bed, but the PMs refused to go through. So, I figured if this would post you'd be happier with that than my individual thank yous…but just in case you doubt my thanks, THANK YOU! Seriously, from the bottom of my heart I thank you and appreciate all your thoughts, words, and comments. I will get back to responding…even if it takes forever.

Thanks to Team CG: Brie, Kitchmill, Jen, Kelly, and Kim…love all you ladies!

Today you get to hear about Sarah Michelle Gellar. The woman is or I should say was a CB&TL addict. She came in all the time. The most memorable visit was when she came in the morning that she was hosting the MTV Movie Awards. She had no makeup on, looked beautiful with a wet head of hair, and told me she forgot her wallet. She had scrounged through her car for enough money to get her coffee and felt bad she didn't have enough left for a tip. She dropped the rest of her change in the tip jar any way. She was a blast to wait on.

Next time I'll tell you about her hubby.

Chapter Eight

If the relief that coursed through my body after the conversation I had with Edward was any indication for the sunnier days to come in my life, I couldn't complain. It had lifted a weight off my shoulders and I was happy. And I couldn't wait for Edward to get home.

Our talks were filled with our playful banter and our texts were back to their teasing nature.

Yeah, life was good again. I felt like Kelly Clarkson after she got engaged. You know, that time when she said she didn't know if she could write angst filled, I-am-woman-hear-me-roar songs now that she was so happy. I felt like Colbie, I was so bubbly. And to top everything else, I got my grades back from my midterm and I had gotten all As. I felt like dancing...everywhere. Although, I knew better than to do it because the hospital was the last place I wanted to go with Edward's return so close. Broken bones were not my friend.

I skipped to class most days―slowly and carefully. People looked at me like I was losing my mind, but I was just so excited for Edward to arrive back home. I was down to counting the hours now. I had even requested the weekend off like he asked.

During one of our conversations, he stated he wanted to take me out on a second date before he got bogged down in filming once the crew relocated back in Los Angeles.

He hadn't told me where we were going, but he told me to pack an overnight bag and I readily agreed. No, I didn't plan on having sex with him, but I was truly looking forward to some alone time together, not to mention more of his kisses. The one just wasn't enough. I wanted to taste those sweet lips again and feel them dance upon my own.

I got chills just thinking about it. I had hammered out the reports I would need to turn in on Monday for both Vocal Lit and my history class. I wanted to be able to spend the day with Edward without any outside interference from my studies. It had been three long and torturous weeks. I wanted to see his face and be sure he had actually forgiven me.

After the last incident with Renee, I was already waiting in the living room for him to arrive. I wasn't risking the chance of her repeating the scene from his last visit.

When the doorbell rang, I jumped up from my seat. Once I was at the door, I glanced in the mirror above the entry table , making sure I didn't have any gloss on my teeth and my hair wasn't sticking up. I brushed invisible crumbs from my clothes before I finally opened the door.

I sighed and then smiled. My memories hadn't done him any justice, nor had the pictures I had saved onto my laptop from the internet like an obsessed fangirl. He was so much more handsome in person.

"Hello, beautiful." The smile that lit up his face was mesmerizing. The relief to see me was there too, but I was positive my face matched his.

"Hi, Eddie. I missed you."

He closed the distance between us and scooped me up into his arms. "You really have no idea how much I've missed you, coffee girl."

When his lips met mine all became right and balanced again. I was centered within myself and I could breath. I felt...whole.

I gasped and broke our kiss. Holy shit! I think I love him!

"What's wrong?"

I hated that I was worrying him right after he came home, but this was a life altering realization.

Love wasn't something I took lightly. Hell, I had waited out high school crushes and college explorations to find the man I might want to spend the rest of my life with. Love was forever in my world. My parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents had all married for love. Those were all examples of long lasting and happy relationships that I looked to for guidance, reminding me that I was right to wait for Mr. Right and not Mr. Right Now.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Crazy thoughts. Memories of my grandparents."

He still looked at me carefully until I smiled and pulled him down to continue our greeting.

His kisses were full of promises and made me ache for more. I never wanted to stop. I returned those promises with a needy claiming of my own. I wanted him to want me as much as I desired him. I wanted to round bases and eventually hit home runs.

One of the best things about Edward's kisses was that I could still feel his lips on mine long after it had ended. After that first one my lips tingled all night while I slept. I woke up still feeling him. His smell lingered on my dress when I brought it to my nose for confirmation the date had been real.

I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue graze the underside of his top lip and he groaned before he allowed me entry into his mouth. Our tongues danced together, gliding against each other as we swallowed the moans we were making. It was heaven. I didn't remember my fingers finding their way into his luscious locks that had been cut for his latest role, nor did I remember him lifting me off the ground and wrapping my legs around his waist.

A loud squeal burst the bubble we were in. Our lips broke apart and we were left panting, our foreheads touching as we caught our breath. Our eyes never left one another's.

"You guys are so cute together. That was hot too, by the way. I'm so glad I got it on film!" My mother's words were like ice water being dumped on us. My eyes snapped to hers.

"Please tell me you didn't." She didn't respond; the iPhone in her hands was answer enough. "Erase it."

"But, Bella—"

"No buts, Mother. Erase it." She huffed out a 'fine' and I released the breath I'd been holding. I didn't want her posting my love life all over the internet.

"You could be happier about me capturing your reunion for you."

"Oh, believe me, I won't forget this."

Edward began chuckling and the vibrations of his laughter moved throughout my body. I was on the verge of moaning because of how he was making me feel.

It was then that I realized I was still wrapped around him like a spider monkey. I blushed as I slowly untangled myself and slid down his body. He groaned as I rubbed against his hard on. I looked up at him, an apology on the tip of my tongue, but he minutely shook his head indicating it was unnecessary. I squeezed his hand and left his side to grab my bag.

"Remember your promise, Mom." She huffed like a preteen being scolded by a parent and I laughed internally at the reversal of our roles once again. She nodded like the child she was acting like.

"You ready?" I asked.

"You bet...bye, Renee," Edward replied as I pulled him out the door, closing it before she could say or do anything else.

"A convertible. Nice. Expensive, too. You didn't have to." The Mercedes SLK said 'Look at me,' but Edward just shrugged it off.

"I figured it would be nice for the weekend." I couldn't disagree, even though I was clueless as to where we were going.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips and I just shook my head along with him.

When we merged onto the 101 toward Ventura, I was pretty sure we were heading to the beach, but I kept my mouth closed and hummed along with the radio. A little over an hour after we'd been on the highway we exited onto South Seaward Avenue and he turned left toward the ocean. The sun had begun to set when we pulled up in front of the Inn On The Beach.

I waited in the car while Edward checked us in. He was back pretty quickly, and then we parked and made our way up to our room on the second floor.

It was quaint and had a balcony that looked out over the beach. I stood out there, watching the sun disappear into the ocean. The sky was a vibrant red and completely cloudless. It was amazing to witness.

Edward joined me and enclosed his arms around me; I rested the back of my head on his chest, breathing in the salty sea air and Edward.

"We have a reservation just up the street for dinner in an hour, if you want to freshen up."

I didn't want to share his company, so I told him just that. "Would you mind if we didn't go out? We could order a pizza and just relax in front of the fire." He looked at me like he was disappointed, so I continued. "I really don't want to share you after just getting you back."

He agreed with a sweet smile and we ordered a pizza...which I was happy I got to pay for, much to Edward's displeasure.

We sat at the little dinette table and devoured our dinner and the bottle of wine he was able to commandeer from his parents' kitchen back home. It was the perfect way to spend the evening together.

He told me more about how the filming was going and gave the date for when the director said it was okay for me to come and watch. To say I was excited to see him work would be an understatement. I couldn't wait to see him in his element the way he had seen me, although I didn't put making coffee in the same category as making movies.

When we finished dinner, I brushed my teeth and changed into the midnight blue silk pajama set I'd brought with me. The shorts weren't too short and the matching camisole covered everything, but I was a little nervous for him to see so much skin.

I think I was more apprehensive about sharing a bed with him. I honestly didn't know if I was capable of keeping my hands to myself, let alone staying on my side of the bed.

When I came out, Edward stood, frozen, his gaze lingering over all of my exposed skin, and I felt self-conscious. I tried to cover myself with my arms. "Don't. You're perfect." He cleared his throat. "I'm going to change." I nodded and climbed into bed while he did his business.

He didn't take long, and soon came out in a pair of flannel pants and no shirt. I must have looked frightened because he offered to put his t-shirt back on, but I shook my head. He was lean, toned in all the right places, and pale hair sparsely covered his chest.

He was magnificent.

Edward joined me in bed and we lay there, just facing each other in only the glow of the light from the fire. I couldn't resist. I closed the distance and lost myself in his lips and touch.

His fingers glided over my bare skin as I tossed my leg over his hip. I couldn't get close enough. I wanted—needed—more. When his thumb made contact with my cloth-covered nipple, I gasped in delight. It was too much and not enough at the same time, but my frozen stance had slowed Edward down.

"It's okay. I know you're not ready and I have no intention of rushing you." I nodded against his chest as I ran my fingers through the hair there. "I swear, you are worth the wait."

"Promise?" I whispered.

"Forever, coffee girl. I want forever."

With one last sigh, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep in his arms.

I'd never slept so well before.

So I hope no one is disappointed that you didn't get to hear/read their telephone conversation…I figured the face to face would be so much better. Plus I didn't want to drag out the three week separation.

Anyway, see you all on Friday. For those that celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you all have a great one.

xx Dee