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    The Art Of Online Dating

    We made our way inside and he guided me by placing his hand on the small of my back. His hand felt cool, even through my dress, and it felt as though he had an electrifying touch. I had felt it before at the car, but thought it was just friction from the seat. I craved more of it, but I focused more on what was going on. He walked in and paid for a rental kayak for two. We rented the double kayak for two hours.

    We decided to go to the Arboretum since it would have the most relaxing site-seeing as well as the most varied sites to see. He led me over to a blue kayak and helped me into my side. I thanked Alice in my head for not making me wear heels. Edward climbed into his side and then we were off. I actually got to take a good look at him now. He was wearing a black blazer over a simple gray t-shirt. (Picture of blazer and shirt in fanfiction profile). He was wearing some dark wash denim jeans, too.

    I was about to try rowing with him, when he spoke. “Don't even, Miss Swan. I'm doing the dirty work. Your only job is to look pretty, which you more than cover, and tell me about yourself.” I blushed a bright red. “Well, I'm going to Cornish next month, as you know, and right now, I live with my best friend, Alice Brandon, and her big brother Emmett. We all attend Cornish, actually.” He smiled and paused to take his blazer off.

    I nearly gasped at how nicely it clung to the slight definition of muscles underneath. I was at a loss for words as I watched the muscles in his arms flex while he continued to move us farther out into the water. “Please, go on.” He finally said, bringing me out of my stupor.

    “Well, up until yesterday, I was living in Forks with my mother, Renee, she's a kindergarten teacher, and my father, Charlie. He's the police chief there.” I continued, trying to keep my cool. His emerald eyes were penetrating, as he seemed to take in everything I had to say eagerly. This made me feel a tad bit awkward, so I asked him to tell me about himself instead.

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