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She turns and reaches for the doorknob, and I catch her other wrist without thinking. She turns back toward me, a cute little 'v' forming between her brows, her confusion evident.
'Edward?" she finally prods softly, and I realize I've just been holding on to her and staring.
'Bella…I…" I don't know what to say, how to say it. But it's now or never. "Can I kiss you?" I ask, my voice cracking as the unfamiliar question passed through my lips.
I've never had to ask for a kiss before. The girls I usually date, if you can call it that, make it more than clear that they're up for just about anything I want to do to them. But with Bella, I'm not so sure. What if she still looks at me as a big brother? What if there's someone else she has her heart set on? What if I'm just a complete pervert for looking at a seventeen year old girl like this?
Her eyes grow wide, and her mouth forms a breathless "o" as the sweetest pink blush creeps up her face. She immediately drops her gaze to her feet and mumbles something I can't make out.
"What was that?" I ask, praying that she won't follow with something along the lines of, "You're disgusting."
"You don't have…I mean…I don't expect that, Edward," she say, her voice a little stronger, but her eyes still refusing to meet mine.
"I didn't ask if you expected it," I say, suddenly finding my courage. "I asked if I could…because I really want to."
Her eyes fly back up to mine, and I watch as surprise and happiness and maybe a little bit of fear ignite inside that warm brown. "Okay," she barely whispers.
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