Dear Miss Swan.
"okay" I huff "Here's what we're gonna do..." I start.
"what? No, we're not gonna do anything"
I ignore her comment "we're gonna go to the wedding-"
"no!"
"-and if you still find it uncomfortable and you want nothing to do with me, then I'll accept that"
"Edward, please, I really don't think I can do it!" her eyes were begging with me, but I wasn't going to let her slip through me fingers.
"Bella, don't even pretend that you don't feel the same way that I do. How can you want to just throw away something that has such amazing potential? Please Bella...just, please! Please come to the wedding with me"
with a defeated sigh, she whispers "fine" before adding "but I reserve the right to leave any time I want!"
I smirk.
She's too cute.
Standing, I make my way around the desk towards where she's sat, grabbing her hand I pull her to her feet and hug her tightly to me. It takes her a few seconds before she sinks into me. Her whole body relaxed into mine.
"thank you Bella" I whisper, before dropping a kiss on her hair.
"don't thank me yet. I may run out of you"
I chuckle into her brown locks "I thought only the bride had a flight risk on her"
"yeah well, you'll have two flight risks to worry about" and fuck me if I don't feel her pressing kisses onto my chest.
"nah, Rosalie will never skip out of this wedding...so my loads lessened already"
she giggles and all feels...right.
"ugh" she groans after a moment of silence.
"what's wrong?" her hair smells like strawberries and is so soft I have wiggle my nose because it tickles.
"I'm gonna have to go face all our colleagues again. Why do I have the feeling they all have their ears pressed against the door?"
"they won't if they value their job" I mutter, making her laugh again.
"Okay...I really should go, before they really do think we're...canoodling" that I had to laugh at.
Who says stuff like that?
"I'll pick you up 10am Saturday"
"okay...call me later?" her hand hovers over the door knob as she turns to look at me.
"most defiantly"
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