Note: Sorry for the long wait, lots going on in my life as well as lack of motivation/inspiration for this story.
I went from feeling so powerful and in charge to, feeling so small and under Edward's hold. I wanted him so much I found myself acting out of character around him. I was embarrassed with my recent teasing/seducing antics and a little scared at the same time. I never had a guy have such an effect on me.
In the past, I never had this problem. I never felt the need to better myself or act differently in my relationships to please someone else.
Edward was different though. He was the perfect guy, MY perfect guy. The one I made a list about when I was younger of all the traits and looks the man of my dreams would have. I didn't think he actually existed.
I shivered from the breeze the ceiling fan was giving my exposed skin and immediately grabbed the covers. I curled up in a ball, needing warmth and comfort.
How did I get here?
What has happened to my love life?
Tears rolled down my cheek as I hit a low, thinking maybe, just maybe Edward didn't want me the way I wanted him.
Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the girl on his list. I wasn't the girl of his dreams.
I wiped my tears and kept my eyes on my closed door wondering if Edward was having as much trouble sleeping as I was and secretly hoping he would squash all my self-doubt and come through the door and pull me into his arms and kiss me fiercely.
It took fifteen minutes; before the lights in the living room turned off signally Edward was going to sleep. I got the hint after that, knowing my fantasy was just that, a fantasy.
I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for sleep to come soon.
I tossed and turned all night. I woke up early around five thirty and decided I might as well make use of my time and start working on making coffee for both Edward and I.
I throw on some shorts and a tank top and put my hair up in a messy bun before opening my bedroom door heading out to the kitchen.
To my surprise Edward already up with a coffee in his hand. I wanted to smile. He was still in his boxers, his hair was a crazy mess and he looked half asleep. He looked like the sexy dead walking.
He noticed me across the room and gave me a small muffled greeting. Obviously he wasn't used to getting up so early either. It was quite amusing and cute at the same time.
"I made some coffee if you want some." He said with a yawn.
"Thanks." I replied heading over to the coffee pot.
"You look like you got about the same amount of sleep as I did." Edward added, looking my appearance over.
"Yeah, I didn't sleep to well last night." I confessed before bring the white mug to my mouth.
"Yeah, me too. I think it's the whole sleeping in a new place instead of your own bed kind of thing. Takes a while to readjust to a different environment."
"Yeah, maybe. So what is on the schedule today?" I asked, as Edward looked through the morning paper.
"The meeting starts at eight. We should start getting ready. Do you want to shower first or go second?" Edward asked looking over to me.
Do I want to go first to shower and make Edward wait and feel like I have to rush or go second, take my time and think about the fact he was just in the shower naked, hmm tempting.
Maybe I could sneak a peek while he is in the shower. I'll just happen to be lying in bed while he showers. That's innocent right?
Or maybe I could suggest we share a shower, save time.
I was so lost in my daydream I didn't even realize it till Edward was just a foot away, waving his hand in my face.
"Hello, are you awake?" He mused.
I blinked away my naughty thoughts and gave him a small smile.
"Sorry, umm, I'm still a bit tired. I think I'm going to rest a bit on the couch. You go ahead."
"Ok, but don't get too comfortable, remember I need you by my side, bright and alert for the meeting."
I'll be there." I said with a small yawn, heading over to the pull out couch, which Edward had been sleeping on the night before.
I let out a peacefully sigh, as my head hit one of the pillows, it smelt just like Edward. It didn't take long for sleep to take over this time around.
I was sleeping soundly when I felt someone shaking me awake. I looked up to see Edward in nothing but a towel.
I nearly died.
"Times up." He said amused, giving me his killer grin.
I wanted to kiss him, pull his towel off and have my way with him but I resisted and instead gave him an innocent kiss on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom.
Edward stood there for a moment, taken back but then rubbed it off heading to his expensive suit case to grab some clothes.
I started to feel like Edward and I were a power couple without the sex life.
For a full week, we went to meetings, had business dinners and even workout out together. We had yet to have alone time together. I was starting to question my decision to come with Edward.
He was a great guy but completely into his job and didn't seem to think or do much else.
Maybe my idea of Edward was too good to be true.
Maybe I was really living in my own fantasy world.