I've had trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
Edward's POV:
When we touched, I felt electricity running from my head to my toes. I sat down and closed my eyes while rubbing my temples. I felt like I just had a headrush from standing up too fast or a brainfreeze.
Was it her?
Was it Bella's touch that gave me these new and extroidinary feelings?
It couldn't be. She's just another challenge. She means absolutely nothing to me other than another opportunity to get a free fuck.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at new faces. Jesus, how many fucking people can fit at a table?
A somewhat familiar face caught my attention.
She had long, cornsilk blonde hair and deep green eyes. Her plump, luscious pink lips displayed a coy smile. Her cat-like eyes twinkled under the fluorescents of the lights.
It was getting hotter, and I felt a hand clamp down hard on my shoulder.
"Edward, you alright man?" Royce looked at me with a stern look, similar to the look Carlisle gives me after an oblivious and hungover girl comes looking for me in the morning after I've gone.
"Yeah..." I say slowly. "I'm going out for a smoke." I get up and get as far away from that table as possible, needing to get control of my emotions.
Why did that face seem so familiar? I remember it crystal clear from somewhere.
I had troubling remembering my own mother's face but a face that I don't even remember where I know it from I have no trouble recalling it at all.
I kicked over a garbage can as I took a deep drag from my cigarette.
I felt so out of control, and it fucking scared me.
I haven't felt this way since...
I stopped myself.
The aching memories were rushing back and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
Oh God, what have I done?
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