April 7, 2011
Storyline: New Beginnings
…Continued from Chapter 56
Edward stared at her and smiled, his bottle halfway between his mouth and the table. He paused and then lifted it the rest of the way, took a swig, and then sat it back down. As he contemplated her question, he tried to figure out exactly what to say. He really didn't think this was the right time to dumb his baggage in her lap.
"I love music. I've always wanted to do something with it, but it never seemed… practical."
Or as his father had told him countless times, it was a waste of time.
"Really? Me, too. Favorite band," she said, waiting for him to answer.
She smirked and rolled her eyes. "Fine. What are you listening to right now?"
"I'm not. I'm with you."
"Ugh," she said, grabbing her napkin and tossing it at him. "You know what I mean."
Edward laughed, enjoying the way she was pursuing him. She was nothing like he'd imagined when he saw her for the first time at the coffee shop. She looked like pretty much all the other hot girls he was used to seeing come in, except there was something about her. Underneath her initial brashness, he could see something softer, vulnerable, and it had instantly piqued his curiosity.
He laughed – a deep, rumbling laugh that just buoyed his already good mood.
"Okay, okay," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I've been listening to Bon Iver, you know the new one, and The Black Keys. But truthfully, I'll listen to pretty much anyone."
"I adore Bon Iver. They are seriously amazing. I can't believe you like them."
He laughed again. "Why wouldn't I like them?"
"Because most people I know haven't heard of them or if they have, they aren't into it."
He nodded his head. "I know what you mean."
They both sat back in comfortable silence, sipping their beers and smiling. Leah nibbled on the top of her bottle, and it looked like she wanted to say something but didn't.
Not long after, dinner came, and they both dug in.
As they ate, they chatted comfortably, with Edward telling her about life at the coffee shop. The subject of his past was broached just briefly, but he managed to deflect her questions and put them back on safer ground.
Leah talked about her job and some of her friends, but Edward found himself getting lost in the soft, slightly rough sound of her voice. There was something about her that drew him in. He watched as her lips moved, the way her tongue flicked out to wet her lip occasionally, or how the corners of her mouth would pull upward when she started talking about something that made her happy. The more she talked, the more he wanted to kiss her. He knew what he mouth felt like against his, and instinctively, he licked his lips, unconsciously leaning forward.
Without another thought, he lifted himself slightly out of the chair and leaned across the table and kissed her. It was soft, really just a brush of his lips against hers, but it felt right. Perfect. Exactly like he'd remembered.
After another quick press of his lips against hers, he sat back down. Leah's cheeks filled with color, and her gorgeous brown eyes sparkled.
She pursed her lips and smiled shyly. "Where did that come from?"
"I've wanted to do that all night."
She grinned and the quirked her eyebrow at him. "Well, I'm game for more… if you are."
"Oh, I'm definitely game. You ready to get out of here?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Definitely."