I do not own Angela Weber or Edward Cullen, but I enjoy playing with their lives. Please review after reading.
He was addicted. Looking at her lying in his bed, the satin sheets pooled around her waist, seeing her flawless back free of clothing, Edward knew that he couldn't get enough of her. He could never have enough of her.
He was addicted. Addicted to the constant stream of thoughts that continuously assaulted his brain. Addicted to the way she bit her lip when puzzled. Addicted to the way her hands gripped her camera while taking pictures. Addicted to the way she would fight her hair into a ponytail. Addicted to the way her eyes would flash with sympathy towards anyone who was on the receiving end of Lauren and Jessica's cruelty. Addicted to the way she would smile at him with such innocence and warmth.
He was addicted. Addicted to the way her eyes lite up when he slipped into her bedroom after hours. Addicted to the way she shivered when he touched her body. Addicted to the way she sighed when his lips would lightly brush against her bare skin. Addicted to the way her fingers brushed lazily though his hair. Addicted to the way she sighed his name in ecstasy. Addicted to the way she would make him moan in abandonment. Addicted to the way she would grip his back when he would thrust into her wildly. Addicted to the way his eyes would shut as he shuddered through pleasure she continuously gave him.
'Yes,' Edward thought, as he watched her sleep soundly beside him, he was definitely addicted to Angela Weber.
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