The Start of a New Relationship

So after my Edward and I talked in person at the book-reading, we practically talked by phone every day. Two weeks passed with us exchanging e-mails, chatting on line and phone before he asked me on a real date.

This is the outing he considered our first official “date.” I guess it was because he actually asked to take me out? Your guess is as good as mine. He didn’t actually tell me where we were going but gave me the day and time, and where I should meet him. Oh, and he also instructed me what NOT to wear.

On a Friday afternoon, I followed his directions how to get through the secret security gate for the museum where he worked. I thought this would be our meeting place and will be heading off to a different location.

Well, Edward being who he was liked being a bit different. Instead, he gave me a private tour of the museum where he worked, showed me some collections that were not part of the public displays, and explained some of the processes that would be involved in preserving old documents, etc. What a special treat for a girl like me.

After the tour, he took me to a rooftop hideout in one of the buildings. He had a picnic basket stowed there and our unconventional dining area afforded us a view of the parks and gardens. It was breathtaking and it was also windy. What an excuse to cuddle up to him.

It was one of the best dates I’ve ever gone on. The arrangements were perfect, he put a lot of thought in our activities, he was beautiful and he made me feel just as lovely. I wanted to kiss him while we were watching the sun set but I got shy.

At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car and kissed my hand as a goodbye. But our evening did not end there. Because we were heading in the same direction to go home, we had an impromptu race down the freeway, trying to outdo each other. I have to admit, his car had more speed and power as expected, but you need more than that to win a race.

I was surprised when he slowed down so I decelerated to see if anything was wrong. That’s when my phone rang. Edward called to ask me to exit at the next off ramp and park at the carpool lot.

He arrived there a lot quicker than I did. By the time I parked my car and turned off my ignition, he’s already jumped out of his vehicle and was quickly striding to mine. I can still remember how fast my heart was beating. He yanked opened my car door, pulled me out of the car, and leaned me against the back door.

“This is it! This is it,” my mind was screaming. “He’s going to kiss me.” I could tell in his eyes and the way he leaned towards me that’s what he wanted, but Edward being who he was hesitated and kissed my head instead. He stood there holding me with his face in my hair. Then he begged, “Please let me see you again tomorrow.” He said he couldn’t stand the thought of ending our day the way we did.

Usually, I would have said no. I said yes instead and made plans to spend the better part of my Saturday at his place. I could feel both our hearts slamming against our ribs. My body was screaming for more but my heart was content with the innocence and sweetness of that evening’s last embrace. I don’t think I slept a wink that night. And, from what Edward wrote in his journal, he didn’t either as he planned what he wanted to happen the next morning.