Chapter Fourteen

The most dangerous risk of all – The risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later.

I had been sitting on my couch, painting my toenails when my phone rang. Slipping the lid of the dark blue nail varnish back into place and giving it a twist, I dropped the bottle onto the coffee table with my left hand and pick up the phone with my right.

"Hello?" I ask, curious as to who would be calling me this late on a Monday night.

"Hey, Bella?" His voice was like silk. It was unmistakable.

"Edward?" I smiled and blushed upon hearing his voice, glad that he couldn't see how happy I was.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" He asked.

I shook my head before mentally hitting myself - he couldn't see me.

"No, no. I wasn't doing anything important" I glance down at my toes and wiggle them unconsciously.

"Great, I'm just calling to confirm for Wednesday? We still on?" He sounded hopeful, and that made Bella smile.

"Of course! Noon, right?" She knew it was at noon, she had memorized the note that had come with the beautiful flowers, but she asked anyway.

"Yeah. Do you want me to pick you up?" He was smiling, she could hear it in his voice.

"No, no" she laughed, "I can meet you, just tell me where".

As she spoke, she relaxed back on the couch and pulled her knees to her chest.

"Do you know Francesco's? It's a little Italian -"

"-Pizzeria!" I interrupted excitedly, "Yes! Yes! I know it! God, they make the best double stuffed crust! And the-"

"-Tomato sauce! With the fresh, organic tomatoes and the oregano, it's so good!" He finished for me.

We laughed together.

"I'll be there." I say quietly, smiling in glee.

Very few people knew about Francesco's. It was a small, hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant that could hold, at most, 60 people at a time. It was owned by an adorable, old Italian couple that spoke very little English.

I had stumbled upon Francesco's my second day in New York and had fallen in love with the food and the little old couple.

"Great, I'll see you then. Goodbye Bella." He says softly.

"Bye Edward." I reply, my voice just as soft.

A soft click lets me know that he had hung up. Leaning forward, I toss the phone on the seat beside me and grab the nail polish. I needed to do my hands now.

**My Saviour**

Tuesday passes quickly and before I know it, my alarm is blaring on Wednesday morning, waking me from my blissful sleep.

Groaning, I remove myself from the twisted my sheets and make my way towards the bathroom.

I take my time in the shower. I shave everywhere carefully, shampooing my hair twice and then rubbing in the sweet smelling conditioner that leaves my hair unbelievably shiny and soft.

After stepping out of the spray, I wrap myself in a soft, warm towel and grab a bottle of moisturiser that sat on the bathroom counter on my way out.

I slather the cool moisturiser on all over and dress quickly. It was forecast to be warm, so I slip on a pair of black shorts, a light blue, sleeveless blouse and some socks and boots. I throw my hair in a high ponytail, not caring enough to dry it and grab a necklace from my jewellery box. The little key pendant sat between my breasts perfectly.

After putting on a little make up – some powder foundation, eye shadow, mascara and a swipe of red lip gloss, I grab my small, black, leather backpack and head out.

I walk at a leisurely pace, having plenty of time to walk the few blocks between my place and the pizzeria.

I arrive ten minutes early. Quietly, I take a seat in the corner facing the door. Reaching into my bag, I pull out my kindle and make myself comfortable.

I'm only three pages in when I hear a musical chuckle and feel a soft pair of lips brush my cheek.

"Hi, Bella," He greeted while sliding into the bench across from me. "Have you been here long?"

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I see he is right on time.

"No," I smile as I slid my kindle back into my bag and dropping it on the seat beside me. "Only a few minutes."

"Good," he grinned. I blushed. He looked fantastic. The grey suit he wore was tailored to perfection and his hair was in disarray. It looked like he had been running his hands through it for hours.

"Are you ready to order?" He smiles while reaching for the menu that sat on the end of the table. His gorgeous green eyes didn't leave mine.

"Yeah," I smile back, his grin infectious. "I know exactly what I want".


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