That was awkward
That was awkward. Was all that ran through Bella's head as she staggered from the bed, spreading the fabric of her sweats over her thighs. Refusing to make eye contact with the person behind her, the two left the room closing the door soundly behind them.
Placing an icy hand on her shoulder, Esme leaned down to give Bella a fond kiss square on her forehead before wandering off.
Bella let out a breath and turned a corner, looking up to see a pair of topaz eyes staring at her. Through her, rather…
"What was that all about?" Edward inquired, arching a brow.
"What was what about?" Bella answered quickly.
"That. That kiss," he spat back coldly.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. She always does that."
-The End.
