Prompt 3 - http:/bit[.]ly/fK3rOU
Disclaimer: Words are still mine. Twilight and prompts still not.
"What's the matter, Nut-Bella? Not in a very Christmas-y spirit?" He waved his booze at me.
They looked fairly harmless, just a couple happy guys having fun, being stupid with Christmas stuff.
But I'd seen the hurt in Edward's eyes.
In the set of his shoulders.
I wanted him to fuck me, for Santa's sake! How would that happen if he was self-conscious and hurt and shit?
Simple, it wouldn't.
Which was not okay.
Without much thought, I found myself standing up for Geekward Cullen, as most everyone called the suspenders-donning, glasses-wearing guy I wanted to unlock my chastity belt.