THIS IS A SPUR OF THE MOMENT THING. I'M SICK OF ALL THE 'PERFECTION' STORIES... SO, YEAH.
I press my mouth against his.
'I want this now.' He says to me.
'So do I.'
I tug quickly at his boxers as he unhooks my bra.
He fumbles.
'Wow... You're really small.' I say in amazement. I start laughing.
'Well, you aint perfect up top, Sunshine.' He says back at me with an annoyed, but comedian look. His face twists into a glare, but behind his dull green eyes, I can see humour. I glare back at him with the same look.
Did I really expect myself to be perfect? No, I just wanted a man to tell me that I was, and then I'd see my perfection. But I wasn't.
Why did I spend four billion-trillion years reading fanfiction... did I really expect every man to be on the big side?
Yeah... You did, Bella.
'That was anticlimactic.' Edward says to me as he pulls up his boxers.
'Yup, it sure was.' I practically dance into my clothing.
He's not perfect.
He isn't muscular or lanky.
He's not tall with dishevelled bronze hair.
He's short and on the pudgy side.
I laugh to myself. He joins in with the laughter.
'Look, you're a nice guy, Edward... But for some reason, I guess we aren't meant to be.' I give him a small smile.
'Guess you're right.' He says back to me with a small smile on his lips. 'Friends?' he says to me as he is about to exit the door.
'But of course.' I say with a large grin. He's kind, funny, friendly.
But I don't feel that way about him.
Look, I know, nobody is perfect.
But I guess I'm just waiting for someone who is.