Love Began with the First Meeting

Maggie heard his question and stared back at his face with a seriousness she hardly showed. "Edgar, you may question my ability or my motivation, you might even doubt me as a person. However, I know my feelings and how I feel about you. Whether it is gratitude or something else, I know better. I know the difference." In truth, she was quite annoyed at him right now. Why was it that Edgar always had the ability to set her off with his stupid choice of words? She silently clenched her fists, trying to remain calm.

Edgar said nothing in reply. Instead, he turned his eyes from her serious face and stared into the blank space in front of the car. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Outside of the car, it was pitch black. They were both surrounded by a vast and silent darkness. Maggie looked away, as she felt like the immense blackness was swallowing her up like a gigantic monster.

Why didn't Edgar say anything more to her? In this dead silence, she started to feel awkward and uneasy. Maggie rolled her eyes uncomfortably, and her lips were still clamped tightly together. Finally, she cleared her throat and broke the silence with a moan. "What is your problem? Why don't you say anything anymore..."

"We can try," he interrupted her. Edgar's voice was strangely calm, as if he was talking about the weather.

"We?" Maggie murmured. She bit her bottom lip hard as she was utterly surprised to hear his suggestion.

Then she saw the deep look in his eyes. His face was full of sincerity as he said, "I am 12 years older than you. I used to have a girlfriend who I was in love with deeply. She was my first love. Well, I guess Cathy has told you about that." A glimpse of sadness briefly reflected in his eyes as he lowered his head and continued, "I can't say that I have forgotten her. But it is true we've had closure. I am over her now. Time heals everything. After all, so many years have passed." He paused for a moment, as if to think and then looked back into her eyes. "If you don't have a problem with my past, we can start dating and see how things go."

Maggie's eyes were wide open. She was totally overwhelmed by his words. "Do you really mean it?" Seeing him nod his head, she quickly added, "Of course, I don't mind." Molly happily married Brian and had given birth to three lovely children. Maggie always adored their happy married life. She couldn't care less about Edgar's past relationship with Molly. It was all history. She would never treat some imaginary threat with any seriousness. With a slight smile on her lips, she winked at him. "Edgar, you have to mean it. I don't want you to have to eat your words later on." Then she started to reach for her cellphone, thinking to record him on video as a proof. Her childish behavior amused him. Edgar looked at her with a fond grin as she desperately looked for her cellphone in the car. However, her phone was nowhere to be found. It was only then that Maggie realized that her phone was not with her at all this time. She groaned in frustration and gave him a desperate look. "Edgar, do you have your phone on you?"

"What do you want?" Edgar gave her a confused and apprehensive look.

"I need you to say it one more time while looking into the camera. I need to record you, otherwise you will say it never happened and it was all my imagination when I was drunk." Maggie's mouth pouted and her eyes were smiling. Edgar briefly closed his eyes with a weary hand and groaned in frustration. "Maggie, you are so mischievous. Is that how you see me as a person?"

"Well, you never know!" Maggie quickly pulled a face and extended her hands to grasp the front of his chest. "Give me your phone."

Edgar quickly pulled back and denied, "I don't have my phone with me!"

She rolled up her eyes and said, "How is that possible? What do you mean you don't have your phone with you?" With these words, she reached over and forcefully started to search for the phone on him. Her fingers accidentally touched his bare chest where his shirt was slightly unbuttoned as she searched his shirt pocket. The phone was not there. However, her reckless search had turned Edgar's breathing harsh. Having no idea what she just did to him, Maggie continued searching for the phone. "You must have hidden your phone because you don't want me to record you. You big liar!" As she was saying this, her hands moved straight down to his trousers. She wondered if Edgar had put his phone in the pockets there.

Suddenly, they both froze. Edgar's warm breath fell on her face and as she looked up, she could see the strange fire burning in his eyes. His gaze could melt her right here and now. Her innocent and constant touch had turned him on! As a normal man with years of bottled up desire, he was not sure how long he could keep his lust in check if she kept touching him like that. Edgar's body remained motionless while Maggie was so awkward that she didn't dare to move a muscle.

Her face became feverish as she finally realized what the heck she was doing right now. Maggie stared disbelievingly at her own hands in the dim light. They were still in his pant's pocket. She had touched something hot and hard! For a second, she didn't know how to react.

Maggie swallowed hard. The cloth of his pockets was so thin that she thought her fingers could be burnt any second. What should she do now? She didn't dare to look Edgar in the eye. The ambiance in the car was a strange mix of awkwardness and lust. 'Would he think that I am a slut?' The embarrassing thought occurred to Maggie.

Before she could think of an answer for herself. Edgar skillfully pulled her hands out of his pockets. The strange burning sensation on her fingers was instantly gone as, once again, her hands were exposed to the fresh air.

Edgar's face was full of awkwardness himself and he swallowed down the groan that choked his throat. His groin hurt but he knew that he shouldn't do anything to her now. Painfully, he cast a glance in Maggie's direction and tried to distract himself from any guilty notions. How come he had so easily lost his cool just now? Edgar bitterly shook his head. Right now, he must be disciplined and focus on the driving.

Edgar closed his eyes briefly and then reached for the car key. He hoped that by driving along, they both might forget the incident.

"Are you sure that you are able to drive the car right now?" Maggie's sweet voice sounded both curious and innocent. "Edgar, I heard that under such circumstances, it even hurts for men to walk."

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