It's Not That Easy

Chapter 18 - Getting Comfortable

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them. - Veronica Roth

Chapter 18 - Getting Comfortable

Edward's POV:

"What do you think you're doing?" She doesn't answer. She just pushes past me with a bump of her hip, and sits herself on the counter in her long skirt to watch.

"I don't think I'm comfortable with an audience. Don't you have something else you could do, for at least five minutes?" She just shakes her head no and continues to watch.

"You're making me nervous." She places her hand on my shoulder, and I turn to look her in the eyes. "You really want to stay here and watch this?" She nods her head and picks up my towel to hold. I give her a quick peck on the nose, and I begin.

I twist my face a little making one cheek taunt, and I watch her eyes widen in fascination as I try to concentrate on my reflection in the mirror. With one swipe the blade moves across my cheek, leaving behind clean pink skin. I rinse the blade, twist my face and take another swipe. Her eyes never leave mine. I'm not sure she is watching my face in the process. She seems to be focused completely on my eyes, as I am when I look at her.

Her minimal amount of makeup only enhances the intensity of her eye color. "You know you have the most beautiful color eyes. There very unusual, quite intoxicating." She laughs softly at my exaggerated language, knowing that I'm trying to distract her, no matter how true the statement really is. She doesn't turn away; she continues to watch me. "I really don't know how much more I can take. Are you seriously going to sit there and watch me?"

"Yes, Edward I am. I like it. I want to watch." She says and I try to shake off her smile. "I've never seen anyone use an open single blade. I've only ever seen Mason and my dad use safety razors, and Joel, too."

Yesterday, she walked into the bathroom as I was putting away my shaving kit, and that's when she saw my razor blade. She told me, and I didn't believe here, that she was going to watch the next time I shaved.

"Well, did you like the show, Mo ghrá?" I ask as I rinse my face. Instead of giving me my towel, she reaches up and dries my face. I lean into her touch, feeling her love for me through action.

"I did, very much," She says with her eyes twinkling in an almost facetious way, but she isn't. Another quick peck on the nose and she is standing beside me. "Since there is a 50% chance I'll get to see it again tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it."

"50% chance?" Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I take a moment to see how cute her short little frame is next to mine. Without shoes she's barely past my shoulders, today, with her heels; she is almost up to my chin. It's a very convenient height for me to steal her lips for a moment.

Not skipping a beat, she recovers back to our conversation. "I figure everyday there is a 50% chance I can talk you into staying. Why is today any different?"

"Today is Tuesday, Addyson. It's the only 100% chance day we have." Her happy look she has had all morning just fell, and it breaks my heart. "Do you want me to go with you today?"

"No, I just forgot. I'll be ok. I'll see you when you get off work." She reaches up and straightens my already straight tie and smoothes it into place.

"Sounds like a plan." I gather a few things and my briefcase and stop at the door. "Can you walk me out?"

"I'd love, too." We bypass the busyness of Joel and my sister as she walks with me to my car. Putting my travel mug of coffee and briefcase down, I pull her close to me.