Preface

How in the world did a ten year old imagine someone so gorgeous? Edward's lips moved down my collar bone, his cold hands glided down the naked skin of my stomach, his lips following along. I held my breath as his hands snaked their way up my shirt to my breasts. My skin was on fire and his hands felt like they had been resting in ice for hours. His tongue dashed against my navel. My moans went from soft and delicate to unattractive grunts of desperation fighting their way through pits of want and need. Two things that made no difference when it came to Edward; I wanted and I needed Edward.

Why had I imagined someone that knew exactly how to treat me? "If I could, I'd make you breakfast in bed." Edward whispered, kissing my forehead with his rough lips. I could smell the mint that radiated off his skin and from his breath. I had created the perfect being. "What would you make me?" I asked, moving closer to his body. The feeling of the sheets beneath my bare skin was exquisite. "If you could?"

Edward's rough, cool lips pressed against my chest. "I'd make you waffles, eggs and some bacon and for my own pleasure I'd throw in some strawberries, chocolate and whip cream." He smirked, resting his chin against my chest. He looked adorable. I bit my lip and laughed, running a hand through his hair.

"Sounds amazing."

What in the world was I thinking about when I thought about an imaginary friend? Why had I thought of prince charming? And why in the hell hadn't I throw in him out, yet?

Oh yeah, crazy little thing called love...


New story! Yep. I'm crazy. But I've finally got an idea... FINALLY! Review with your thoughts or if you know a good BETA. I'm horrible with dialog and I'd love to have someone read over my work. Thank you!