A/N: I posted earlier than usual yesterday, so if you missed that chapter, I would read that one before this one.

Happy reading!

18

"Let me take you on a date." Edward says one night a few days later. We're in his apartment watching a terrible TV that's mock worthy while snuggled on his couch, my feet through across his lap. It feels so natural to be here with him like this.

I look at him, finding a soft smile on his face, his cheek cupped in his hand that's resting on the back of the couch. He's looking at me like he can't he thinks I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, which is saying something, because I'm in sweatpants and a t-shirt I stole from him, my hair in a messy bun. Basically, I look the opposite of sexy.

But not to him.

"What did you have in mind?" I sit up, bringing my knees to my chest.

"I have some ideas." He assures me, looking so cocky.

"Not even a hint?" I asked, crawling toward him, making my way I to his lap so I'm straddling his hips.

He shakes his head, hands going to my hips, bringing me closer. "You'll just have to say yes and see."

"Of course it's yes." I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Good." His hands run along my sides, up and down so slowly that it's becoming distracting. His eyes grow dark as he looks at me and I feel my blood heat.

"What are you thinking about?" I play with the hair at the nape of his neck, something that he I discovered he likes, a lot.

"How much I like you on my lap." He replies, his voice taking on a smoky quality.

"Really?" I asked, bucking my hips against his, biting my lip when I feel just how much he likes it. "I couldn't tell."

He doesn't reply with words. The next moment his lips are devouring mine, arms wrapping around me, bringing me so close to him, that there isn't a part of me that isn't touching his.

We're in this embrace for a while. When things start to get heated, and my hips grinding against his, he finally pulls his lips from mine.

"Wait," he gasps, pushing me gently away. "Maybe we should stop. I haven't even taken you out a date yet."

Part of me thinks what's the point in stopping when we've already slept together. But the non-horny part of me says he's right. We should wait.

"We know this part works." He thrusts against me, making me bite my lip. "But I want to make sure the other stuff works, too, before we go there again."

"You're right." The words hurt as they leave my mouth, but they're true. A relationship is built on more than just fucking, and we need to make sure this is actually going somewhere before we get any more entwined.

"Besides," he brings his lips close to my ear, his words taking on that tone. "The next time I make you come, it's going to be after you agree to be my girlfriend."

My eyes roll back in my head at the utter sex in his voice. I love it when talks to me that way.

"You're really full of yourself aren't you?" I try to sound offended, but I know it doesn't come across that way. I'm too turned on.

"No, just trying to manifest the outcome I want." He kisses me softly then. "I can't wait to romance you, Ms. Swan."

I couldn't wait either.

See you tomorrow!