A Nerd Story of Love

Meat

I'd like to send a shout out to a couple of people who have been seriously making writing this story so much fun. Thank you to Leslie (StarttheFantasy), Ashley (edwardsouthernbella), Stephanie (luvstwilight09) and Kyla (theonlykyla) for their support and pimp-age of the story. I love you, ladies! MUAH! Also, thank you to the ladies of The Lemonade Stand for their mention on their blog! Thank you to Wendy from TwilightFicZone for the wonderful review on her blog! I'm truly humbled at the response to this story. I mean, wow!

Also...a couple of RECOMMENDATIONS for you:

#1. The Sharpest Lives by luvstwilight09

#2. Taking Chances by butterflybetty

Also, I don't own any of this. I make no money for writing these stories. Though I would like to. I just need to get an original thought or characters. Or something...

Chapter Seventeen: Meat

EPOV

"Do you know where we're going for dinner, gorgeous?" I asked Bella. "I'd like to know so I can get dressed."

"Fogo de Chao?" Bella replied. She was sitting on my bed wearing navy skirt, white blouse, and a buttery cardigan. On her one foot that was free of the boot, she was wearing a butter colored flat. It was one of my sister's creations. I was currently standing in a towel, in my closet debating on what I needed to wear. "Don't forget, Edward: commando!"

"What the hell was I thinking when I said I would do that?" I grumbled to myself. "Oh, right, I wasn't. All of the blood rushed from my brain to my penis."

"I heard that!"

"Damn it!" I said as I ran my hands over my face. "Ugh, what would chafe the least?"

"Quit being such a baby! Put on some pants and deal with it, Cullen! Your cock will survive ONE NIGHT without the protection of underwear!" Bella laughed.

"Evil woman!" I barked as I pulled down a pair of dark wash jeans. I slid them up my legs and tucked my manhood into the denim. I held my breath as I zipped the jeans. No flesh was caught. I'll be able to father children...thank goodness. I blew out a breath and I put on a white dress shirt and a black sports coat. I walked back into the bedroom as I was buttoning my shirt. "You are the devil, Bella."

"Whatever. You promised and now you have to deal with it," Bella snickered. "Little Eddie is all safe and sound in your jeans?"

"Yes, he is. Dress shoes or Chuck's?" I asked.

"Chuck's of course," Bella said. "You may have to heft me around. You may as well be comfortable."

"Good point," I said as I swiped a pair of socks from my dresser and my black Chuck Taylor's. "Alice will probably skewer me, but what can you do?"

"Edward, I think you look nice," Bella said with a flirtatious wink. "But then again, you always look nice."

"Alice would disagree. She's convinced that I go out and purchase the least fashionable clothing to wear. That's not possible. She buys all of my clothes because she doesn't trust me," I sighed.

"Have you shopped for your clothes?" Bella asked.

"I go with Alice. But she usually shoves me into a dressing room and hands me piles upon piles of clothing," I mumbled.

"Sounds so familiar," Bella laughed. "She did the exact same thing when she bought my red dress. But she does have good taste in clothing. I like this."