We went in and sat down in an empty section of the restaurant. I figured I would just order the mushroom ravioli, so I didn’t bother with the menu. Instead, I focused my attention on Edward who hadn’t stopped looking at me since he carried me out the house.

“Edward? Why did you bring me here?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but the waiter came up to the table and asked what we would like to drink.

“A coke, please,” I said.

“And you, sir?” The waiter seemed nice enough. He was very pleasant and didn’t stare at either of us.

“I’ll have a coke, too.”

With that, the waiter left. When he was out of ear-shot, Edward chuckled a little.

“He thinks we look nice together.” I blushed. Either the man had it all wrong or Edward was saying things just to make me happy. After a moment of silent debate, I dismissed it, much more intent on some other information.

“You never answered my question.” He looked confused for a second, but a smile eventually crept its way onto his beautiful face.

“Today is November 7th. Years ago, on this day, a man named Joel Hastings Metcalf discovered a minor planet. He named it Bella. I just thought it would be nice to take you out to dinner.”

As I was about to respond when the waiter walked over to our table again. He had our drinks in hand. I remembered what Edward told me he was thinking and blushed again.

“Are you two ready to order?” the waiter asked as he set our drinks down.

“Yes, I’ll have the mushroom ravioli.” I watched as the man scribbled down my order on his pad.

“And you, sir?”

“Nothing for me, thank you.”

“Okay. I will get that for you right away.” I gave the man a small smile as he walked away. When he was gone again, I turned back to look at Edward.

“Thanks, Edward. That’s really sweet of you.” I scooted over to get closer to him, but he held up his hand and motioned for me to eat. I looked down at my food to hide the pain in my eyes from his rejection.

Several minutes later, two cold hands wrapped around my body and lifted me up. Gently, they set me back down and I found myself on Edward’s lap.

“Just keep eating,” he whispered into my neck.

With gentle kisses continually placed on my cheek, neck, and hair, I worked to focus on eating. It was a difficult task considering his hands had found their way to my warm, wet center. I groaned as his cool fingers made contact with my clit.

I could tell he liked the response because his kisses grew faster and hungrier. His motions also became rougher. Rather than a gentle touch, he pinched, rubbed, and pulled at my sensitive nub.

The feeling in my abdomen was building up slowly, and I found my breathing growing erratic. Eating had been forgotten. Now, all of my body was focused on the lovely feeling of Edward touching me. His scent also filled my mind and made for an intoxicating mix.

As I grew closer to release, Edward’s motions became faster. The build-up eventually exploded. My head fell backward, resting on his shoulder. His kisses attacked my neck, never leaving my skin. I was pleased with this continuous contact and barely registered the fact that his hands had pulled away. When I did, I moaned and he smiled into my skin.

“I love you, Bella.”

“Hmm, I love you, too.”