“Could we get something a little more, private,” he paused to read her name tag, “Jenna?” He said in his seductive voice. She looked a little ruffled that he wanted to be alone with me, but led us to a quiet booth in a corner of the restaurant. I slid in before him and he sat slightly across from me, or as much as you could in a curved booth. The hostess handed us our menus and informed us that our server would be with us shortly. I secretly hoped it was a guy, so he wouldn't stare at Edward.

I felt the need to talk to him more, to get to know everything I could about him. “So, tell me about your parents, I mean I've met your dad at work, but I don't really know him.” I said. He laughed, “Well, they took me in when I was three. My mother, Elizabeth Masen, died from flu complications and my father, Edward Masen, Sr., had died only a couple months before from the same thing. I was living in Chicago at the time, and that's where Carlisle worked. He had worked on my mother and father and immediately offered to take me in. After about a year, we moved over here to Forks, and they've been there ever since. My mom, Esme, she is sweet, caring, loving, and I know she would do anything for her family, as we would do anything for her. She's also a great teacher. My dad, Carlisle, is hard-working, patient, and a definite people-person, but his family always comes first. I love them both dearly, and I think of them as my actual parents.”

Without even thinking, I immediately moved my hand over his. I only realized what I had done, when I felt the electricity and the cool skin of his hand. He smiled at me, his crooked grin reaching up to meet his eyes. In that moment, I wanted to crash my lips to his, have my way with him right in the restaurant. I didn't care if anyone else was there. It felt like it was only him and me. But before I could act on these newfound emotions, our waitress showed up.

She looked directly at Edward as she asked for our drink order, but instead of replying, Edward looked to me to answer first. “I'll have a coke.” I said, looking at her with burning eyes. “Two, please,” was all Edward said to her, as he continued to stare at my hand still laying on top of his. She left, grumbling, and went to get our drink orders.