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He came from behind; voice laced with desire and innuendo, he whispered words of flattery on her ear. Bella would have been delighted had the attention come from any other man, but, as fate would have it, her bold admirer was none other than her own boyfriend. Petulantly, Edward brushed her hair aside, letting his breath caress her exposed nape. Her traitorous body shivered in pleasure, it had been long deprived from the joy of being touched.
Feeling the heat of his body she almost convinced herself that he had recognized her, but Bella had always been a down-to-earth kind of girl who suppressed fanciful flights of imagination. She felt tears burning her eyes, but refused to let the extent of her hurt show. Slowly, she turned on the stool praying for the strength to maintain her composure. However, the look of abject astonishment on Edward's face only made Bella want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Instead of making a scene, Bella chose to pat his cheek and elegantly walk away from Edward; her emotions would be dealt with once she reached the safety of her apartment. Her masterful departure soothed the wound delivered to her fragile pride, for what had been a suspicion was know a certainty: Edward was a cheater.