Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 13 ~ Pic & Teaser

This week we are bubbling with excitement for 22blue. She has choosen #5 from our picture prompts to write an outtake of her fic Red, the winner of Beyond the Pale Contest.  And here is a teaser:
 Edward yawned audibly, it was close to midnight.

 "It's late," she said. "Do you want to go to sleep?"

 He considered the word "sleep" for a moment, wondering if other things might occur before actual sleep. He quickly rid his mind of that thought not wanting to push her.  "Can I take a shower first?"

 “Of course,” she said, and showed him where the linen closet was located, pulling out an oversized, beige towel.

 He didn’t ask for her to join him, but he wondered if she would. Too soon, he chided himself.

 Bella paced her bedroom, gnawing at her thumbnail. She opened and closed the same two drawers three times, deliberating between silk and cotton. She guessed she had ten, maybe fifteen minutes to decide how she should dress for bed. Her debate between obvious effort or casual comfort was cut short by the sudden cease of the shower. Moments later, Edward emerged from her bathroom wearing plain blue pajama bottoms and a white tee shirt, scrubbing his wet hair with a towel.

 Casual comfort it is, she thought.

 Edward smiled, the towel hanging from his neck, and approached Bella. “I like your soap,” he said and leaned down to kiss her.

 She laughed. “I’m glad… I think I’m going to hop in the shower now,” she said and nodded toward the bed. “The remote is on the nightstand if you want to watch TV, but I won’t be long.”

 He tugged at the hem of her shirt. “Take your time.”

 In the shower, she shaved her legs twice and dropped her razor as many times. She laughed at herself for being so anxious, and she reminded herself that they hadn’t been together in years. In fact, she hadn’t been with anyone but Edward in over a decade. However, it was so very different now. Breathe, Bella. The water began to cool, and she quickly turned it off.

 Bella had taken another fifteen minutes or so brushing her teeth, combing and drying her hair, and moisturizing her skin before finally leaving the bathroom. The butterflies multiplied in her belly as she looked at Edward sitting on the edge of her bed, flipping through a book.

He looked up at her and set the book on her nightstand. Edward reached out his hand. “C’mere you.”