Words with Strangers Chapter 10

Rome. It was one of my favorite cities in the world and I found myself watching the beautiful old buildings pass by from the backseat of the limo.

"I love it here," Kate murmured, her head pressed against the glass just like mine was. "In case I don't say it enough, thank you for hiring me and letting me see the world with you."

I grinned over at her. "Just imagine all the places I could take you if you'd ditch the old ball and chain and run away with me."

"Ha. You'd hate each other a week in. She's too controlling and you're too stubborn," Garrett interjected.

Kate laughed and patted his leg. "Maybe, but I bet the makeup sex would be epic."

I laughed but felt my cock perk up at the mention of the word sex. Sex made me think of Bella and Bella made me hard. I also wanted to check my phone and see if she was up yet. Would she send me her number? If she sent it now, would I be able to wait? I really wouldn't have much choice. I dreaded telling her in my next email that I'd be a lot slower to respond the next few days. A fifteen hour flight to Tokyo and a ten hour flight from there to Sydney were going to cut into our time. I felt resentment bubbling at an entire day lost to her. More than that, really, with sleep time factored in. I couldn't wait to get home.

"And just how do you know? First you taunt me with his dick size, then his sexual prowess. Are you two hiding something?" Garrett scowled at me and I just shrugged. I had no idea where Kate was getting her info.

"Irina isn't exactly shy about sharing the details," she supplied with a little grin. Well, that calmed my cock right down.

I groaned and Garrett laughed, the traitor. It would serve him right if I did steal his wife. "Did she really fuck and tell?" Garrett asked.

Kate snickered. "To a point. She would have told me more if I didn't cut her off. All kidding aside, Edward, I don't really want to know what you're like in the sack." Her lips twitched. "Okay, maybe I do a little, but it felt disloyal to get it from the evil slut's mouth, even back when you were together."

"Seriously, she talked about our sex life? Does she still? Damn it, I don't want to know." I closed my eyes, the pretty buildings no longer of much interest to me.

"I can't say that I've had a civil conversation with her since you broke up, but judging from the way she's still eying your dick every chance she gets, I'm thinking it's still on her mind."

"How do you know?" Kate raised a brow at Garrett and he sighed. "Just keep your eyes off the prize."

I laughed and opened my eyes. "Prize? My dick is a prize? That would be one interesting contest."

Kate's eyes twinkled. "There's a publicist's dream. Can you imagine the headlines? Cullen's Cock on the Block! All proceeds to charity." She giggled helplessly as Garrett tickled her.

"You came up with that entirely too easily. I'm disturbed." Of course, my mind was filled with images of Bella winning and yanking me into a private room to claim her prize. She could have it as many times as she liked.

"That's my job," she replied cheekily. I smirked at her. "Well, it's fun to think about!"

"You're not entering," Garrett told her.

"Of course not." She rolled her eyes and mouthed "of course I would" at me. They killed me. Nope, there was only one winner of my cock and she was entirely too far away at the moment. I touched the window and wished I was touching her.

"Maybe his new friend would enter," Garrett suggested.

My head whipped around and I gaped at him. "What?" Was he a mind reader? Damn him.

"Well, that got a rise out of him," Kate murmured. "Looks like you'd be alright with that."

I rolled my eyes and tried to appear casual. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, Edward. Are we blind? You light up when you read anything from her and I swear your hand is on your phone more than mine was on my dick when I was thirteen."

I glared at Garrett. "She's just a friend. We're just talking. There's nothing there." The words were hollow to my own ears and by the way Kate and Garrett glanced at each other I knew they didn't believe me either.

"Hey, man, I'm not asking you as your manager. I'm asking as a friend. I just want you to be happy."

I knew that was true but I didn't care. No matter what they said, they'd want to check on Bella to make sure she wasn't some secret spy or something. I was not going to let them pry into her life. I wanted her to share her story with me, like she already was.

"I am perfectly happy, Garrett. And I'm happy that Bella is in my life as my friend. If that changes, I will let you know." I focused on Kate who was watching me closely. "I want her left alone. If I decide to tell her who I am, we'll go from there. But you aren't to try to look into her, Kate. She shares plenty with me on her own."

"And just what does she share?" Kate's tone indicated she had an idea and I opened my mouth to protest but she held up a hand. "I said I'd leave it be and I will, Edward. You know my opinion on it. If I open up a magazine and find out she ran to the press with something you've said, I will crush her like a bug. That's my job as both your publicist and your friend. Got it?"

I knew better than to argue with that tone. "Got it. And I realize that maybe I'm being a pain about this but it's the one thing I have that's just me. You can't know what it's like to talk to someone who doesn't know who I am, who doesn't have any expectations because of who I am. She laughs when I say something funny because it's funny, not because I'm Edward Cullen and she needs to laugh to impress me. If she knew who I was…" I broke off because I didn't know what to say. I wanted her to know someday, but only after she was so into me that it wouldn't matter and it wouldn't change anything. Was that possible? I just didn't know.

Kate reached over and patted my knee this time. "I understand, Edward. And I hope this girl turns out to be as genuine as you think she is. But if you have any suspicions about her, if you need me to look into her, I want you to come to me."

I put my hand over hers. "I know, Kate. And I'll come to you if I need to." I wouldn't need to, though. Bella would tell me all I needed to know, just like I would her, when the time was right.

We pulled up in front of the first stop of the day, a TV station interview. "Let's go charm the Italians," Kate suggested. Not a problem, as long as nobody said "Bella."

Xoxoxoxox

"Irina, bella, show us your ring." Fuck. Talk about the worst way to say Bella. At least it didn't get me hard. Instead I got all pissed off about the fact that anybody would call Irina bella, even if they meant she was beautiful. She wasn't. Maybe on the outside, but the inside was ugly as sin. The real Bella was beautiful inside and out.

Kate was gesturing behind the reporter's head and I tried to focus. A glance in the monitor showed that I was scowling and I quickly slipped a pleasant smile on my face. Oops. Irina shot me a triumphant smile before flashing her ring and re-telling the engagement story for the billionth time in the last few days. Don't flatter yourself, Irina, that scowl wasn't what you wish it was.

"Edward, is it strange to be with your ex again, now that she's married?" The reporter stumbled over the English words a bit and I gave her a blinding smile.

"Sono estremamente felice per lei. Desidero il suo e James nienta ma il meglio. Forse una certa bella ragazza italiana blocchera' il mio cuore mentre sono qui." Her face lit up and she immediately launched into more questions in Italian, which I answered in kind. Irina got all huffy next to me and I couldn't stop smiling and laughing with the reporter. Thank God my grandfather had insisted upon speaking only in Italian as we grew up. Emmett and I were both fluent. And it made me feel good to say bella, even if I wasn't speaking her name. It was like my own little secret. Maybe someday I could play the interview for her and tell her I was thinking of her when I mentioned beautiful Italian girls.

The interview wrapped and I stood and started to walk to Kate and Garrett when I felt a feminine hand on my arm. I turned with a smile, thinking it was the reporter but there was Irina pouting up at me. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

A quick glance showed that there were many people in the studio watching us, so I couldn't yank my arm away and tell her off like I wanted to. "What is it, Irina?" I asked calmly.

She tucked her right arm into my left and walked slowly toward the exit. Kate was glaring at her and standing by the door, ready to pounce if necessary. "Daddy says that my marriage to James probably won't be recognized in the States."

And I cared because? "I guess you'll have to go down to the courthouse then."

She sighed and stroked my arm. "Well, we could do that, or I could chalk it up to a moment of insanity and do what I really want to do."

I knew better than to ask, so I kept walking and tugged my arm free. "Good luck with that."

She caught my hand and pursed her lips. "Don't you want to know what I want?"

"I really don't care what you want anymore," I told her quietly. Kate approached us and slid her arm where Irina's had been, linked with mine, knocking her hand free. I immediately felt better.

Irina met Kate's icy stare with one of her own before addressing me. "I want you, Edward. Just give me the word and I'll leave James and come back to you."

I laughed, loudly. I could feel everyone's eyes on me but I honestly didn't give a damn in this moment. "How stupid are you? Do you honestly think I'd take you back?"

"Daddy says..."

"I don't give a damn what your dad says, Irina, and neither should you. You married James, you deal with it. It's not my problem. I don't care if you divorce him, if you get an anullment or if you marry him in every country between here and Tokyo. We are done. We're staying that way."

Kate stepped forward before Irina could say anymore. "I believe Edward's said all that needs to be said. If you don't stop harassing him, I will go to the press and paint a very pathetic picture of a woman that can't let go of the past even though she's parading her present and future in front of every single camera she sees. I can and will ruin you. Be sure to tell Daddy that, won't you?" Kate tugged my arm and I followed her, doing my best not to laugh at the expression of rage on Irina's face.

"God that felt good!" Kate shouted when we got outside.

I let loose with the laughter then and hugged her to me. "Yes, it did."

"Well, well, if it isn't my two heavyweight champs. Aro's fit to be tied, let me tell you. Why he thought that would work is beyond me." Garrett clapped both of us on the back and reclaimed his wife when I released her.

"He said something to you?" I asked, waving to the group of fans I saw gathered down the street. We ducked into the car and Garrett chuckled.

"Oh, yeah. He said that James was an idiot that wasn't fit to lick his daughter's shoe and that she needed a real man like you." I rolled my eyes at that. He wanted a man with my career for his daughter, not me. "He's been on the phone with all sorts of government types trying to find out if the marriage counts or not. He may haul her back to France to get it annulled after this tour."

I snorted at that. "I hope she stays married to the guy and that he cramps her style in a major way." Even though I disliked James for obvious reasons, he probably didn't deserve the treatment he was getting. I wondered if her little plea would get back to him. He hadn't been at this interview.

"She deserves nothing but the worst. And we deserve the best. Garrett, my love, what do you say we get some champagne and celebrate me finally telling that Russian cunt off?"

He kissed her hard. "I say that sounds perfect. Edward, will you join us?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I think I'm just going to chill in my room." I missed Bella. I wanted to read her words and give her my own.

"Tell your girl hi for us. Or don't, since she won't know who we are," Kate said with a giggle. She was positively glowing with triumph.

"Okay, I won't." My girl. I liked that.

Xoxoxoxox

We got to the hotel and went our separate ways. I stripped down to a t-shirt and my boxers and sank onto the bed with my laptop. Holy shit, there was another attachment. Could I wait? I would try. I knew what she looked like now. I should read what she had to say. It wasn't all about her gorgeous face and body. My fingers itched to click the attachment but I yanked them away.

Edward,

I'm very glad you waited to open my email until you were alone. I think we've both learned our lesson on that front, though it would likely be less dire for me than you. I can explain my flushed skin with any number of lies, but your hard dick would be hard to hide and I certainly don't want you sharing it with anybody but me.

Yes, it would be hard to hide and it's all yours, Bella.

Rose is working on her list of demands as we speak. In fact, thanks to what I'm going to be attaching to this email, you're probably going to owe her even more. I hope you like it. I didn't plan on sending another picture this soon but Rose saw me this morning and just said we had to do it. I argued but to no avail. I figure this is the me you'd see every day were you here, so…yeah. I hope you like it.

Every day Bella? Yes, I very much wanted to see her. My fingers twitched again. Damn it. I needed to read faster.

I love that you told your brother about me and that you wouldn't share my picture with him. Not that I mind if you do, I mean, I'm not embarrassed by it or anything, but it is just for you. Perhaps someday I can don that exact outfit for you, let you live the picture live and in person. What do you say to that?

What do I say? Fuck, yes. I will give you anything in the world if you wear that for me in person. I hope you don't expect it to be wearable again after I get my hands on you, though.

Did you seriously think I would say no when you asked for my phone number? What am I, crazy? Well, crazy in some ways, I suppose, but they're good ones. I would love to talk to you on the phone. As I said, even Morse code would satisfy me. Have you been brushing up on those dashes and dots? They're not necessary because I'll happily send you my number. What do you say we plan on talking when you get back to California? Shall we make a date?

A date. It had been such a long time since I had one of those, but I could think of nothing more appealing than a date with Bella. Even over the phone, it'd be better than any time I'd spent with Irina to be sure.

I wouldn't let my Dad shoot you, Edward. I like those dirty thoughts of yours and I'm not giving them up to a few bullets! It'll take more than that to keep me from wanting you.

My mother is what she is. I've learned to get by. I love that your mom is such a fierce protector. That's exactly what moms should be. Be grateful you have her, even when she oversteps her bounds and sticks her nose in where it's not wanted. I often wished my mom would be like that. Anything's better than disinterest.

I laughed. I could use a little disinterest by the people in my life right now, Bella, but I am lucky and I know it.

I think it's amazingly cute that you guys have a Sunday dinner. I don't see my dad nearly often enough. No big Spring Break plans this year, so maybe I'll go see him, unless Ali and Rose decide to drag me off somewhere. You never know with those two. Are you spontaneous or a planner, like me?

Spring Break, huh? When was it? Maybe I could…dangerous thought, Cullen. Rein it in.

I meant it when I said you could be yourself with me. That's the person I want to know. I'll be patient and wait until you can reveal yourself to me. It's hard to remember it's only been a week since we "met" after all. I can't expect all your walls to be down, because I know mine aren't. But they're severely breached already. I hope that's a good thing.

So good. You just don't know.

An apple orchard probably wouldn't cover everything in our creative minds but it'll be a good start! I love the thought of you heading toward me, Edward. I hope you make good on that one day, when you're ready.

I'm starting to think I'm getting close to being ready, Bella. Could you possibly be ready for me and everything that I would bring into your world? Would I lose you before we even started?

I'm going to see what you sent me back in WWF. Did I tease you too much there? Dying to know.

I was thinking of you when Rose took that picture. Can you tell?

Yours,

Bella

And that was all I needed to prod me to open the attachment. She was thinking of me, was she? Well I was thinking of her and my dick was already getting hard and oh, my fucking hell.

She was even more beautiful, although I couldn't figure out how it was possible. The gray t-shirt showed off her lovely curves and the ass, fuck, the ass was just as gorgeous and edible as the rest of her. I wanted to grasp those little round humps and squeeze and caress them, and yeah, maybe bite them gently. Jesus. Her long legs were sexy and her feet were even cute.

Her eyes, those sleepy, bedroom eyes were looking right into me and inviting me join her and my palms were sweating and my heart was pounding and I wanted to crawl through the screen and turn her over and kiss those pouty lips, bury my hands in those soft curls and feel that perfect body come apart underneath me. Fucking hell. Screw Rome. Screw Tokyo and Sydney and all the rest of it. I wanted to go to Washington.

Lotion? Where in the hell was it? Crap, I'd used all my German lotion and hadn't stopped off to buy any Italian. Whatever. I hurried into the bathroom and grabbed the crap they had there. It smelled flowery but I didn't really give a damn. I put some in my hand and got ready to yank off my shorts when it hit me. Maybe I couldn't send her a picture of my face yet, but I could send her something. No, not my dick, I wasn't that stupid. But my hand wouldn't give me away.

I grabbed my iPhone and tried to ignore my throbbing cock for a minute while I snapped a picture of my hand with the glob of lotion. At least she'd know I wasn't lying. I attached the phone to my laptop and let it load the picture while I focused back on my Bella. She was so fucking beautiful. I pulled my shorts off and warmed the lotion in both hands while I focused on her.

I fisted my cock and moaned at the feel of the cool liquid on my cock. Bella wouldn't be cool. She'd be hot and tight and oh so perfect around me. I moved my hand up and down my length as I thought about what it would feel like to be inside her. I'd crawl up behind her and push her legs down, lift that t-shirt up, and reach between her legs and feel that heat as I slid my fingers inside her pussy.

She'd be so wet, just from my touch. I'd push her hair off her shoulder and kiss her graceful neck, running my teeth over her delicate skin, kissing my way up behind her ear, whispering dirty things into it while I sucked on her lobe and pressed my cock against her. Finally, I'd slide inside her, filling her as she choked out my name.

"Is this what you wanted?" I'd ask, thrusting my cock deep inside her. She'd moan and say yes and I'd lift her hips up and fuck her harder, faster. She'd be moaning, panting, coming, tightening around me and I'd say her name as I came deep inside her.

My cock erupted at the same time as it did in my mind. I collapsed back against the mattress and reached for some kleenex to clean up with, my eyes still on Bella's picture as I did. She was incredible and I wanted her. There was no denying that. Maybe it was time to tell her a little more. Not who I really was yet, but maybe I could tell her something.

I rolled over and started to type.

Bella,

You are trying to kill me, aren't you? You know that if you do, you'll miss me terribly and then you'll have to try to find someone as cool as I am to talk to, which isn't remotely possible. I just don't want you to suffer, because if you do kill me, I promise I'll die a happy man.

I didn't think it was possible for you to get anymore beautiful, but you proved me wrong. It's a good thing it was me you were thinking of when that picture was taken, because I'd hate to have to kill whatever man was stealing your thoughts away from me. The look in your eyes, Bella...do you want me that badly? I know I want you that much. I'm not lying when I say that my hands were shaking and sweating with the need to touch you.

If you look like that on a daily basis, I'm a man in trouble. I'll never be able to get out of bed, which I don't think is a bad thing, per se, but our families might miss us someday. I'm willing to risk it though. I'll hire someone to bring us food a few times a day. Will that work for you?

Okay, I have to stop thinking about you in bed because I'll never stop talking about it and I'll get hard again and I really need to give myself a rest before I get carpal tunnel or something. I must reassure you that my hard dick is indeed, all for you, and I'm not sharing it with anyone else. Even though it's killing me not to read your emails and Words throughout the day, I know it's the only way I'll be able to function.

Rose is my own personal hero for those pictures. Really, no request is too big. I'll find a way to get her face carved into Mt. Rushmore if I need to. That's how much I owe her for giving you to me through pictures. It means a lot to have them to go with your words.

I know you've been very patient when it comes to me not giving you as much as you have given me and I appreciate it. I can't tell you the reasons why I can't reciprocate on the picture front, but one day in the not too distant future I will. You mentioned that I've breached your walls and I want you to know that you've done the same for me. I have reasons why I have to be careful, reasons I will share with you pretty soon. I hope you can continue to be patient with me. This, what we have, is too important to me already and I don't want to lose it, or you. I hope you'll give me a little time to let the wall all the way down. I promise that when I do, it'll be worth the wait. At least I hope so!

There. That was something, right? Hopefully she'd understand. If not, I'd suck it up and tell her. I wans't going to lose her over my need for anonymity.

Silly girl, do you even need to ask if I want you to wear the teacher outfit in person? Or the shirt, for that matter? I would find you sexy in sweats and a winter coat. Wear anything, or preferably, nothing, for me!

Yes, we have a date. Absolutely. I get back on Sunday night, pretty late, so what do you say to Monday night? I'll probably have to sleep the day away, but I'll be ready for you after you get done with classes and dinner maybe? How about 8 PM?

While I'm thinking about it, the next few days are going to be insane, travelwise. I'll be on a plane for over a day and a half of them, so our communication is going to be limited. I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you, I'll just legitimately be unable to email or play WWF for hours on end. My schedule is going to be pretty insane as well, but I'll write when I can. And I'll be counting down the minutes until Monday night. I can honestly say I haven't looked forward to anything like this in quite a long time.

I do love my mom, very much. She's definitely the force in our family and the three much bigger males are putty in her capable hands. You don't cross Mom! Perhaps one day you'll meet her and she'll be as fiercely protective of you as she is of the rest of us. She'd like you very much, I'm sure of it.

Yes, I had just mentioned introducing her to Mom. I was well and truly gone.

I'm a planner, like you. My brother is the spontaneous one. He'll bring a puppy home without a thought of the fact that we have jobs we travel for, he'll get a tattoo because he happens to be walking past a shop, he'll buy a car because he's in a mood...you get the drift. Hell, when I told him about you he started planning a road trip to Washington just like that. For the first time, I was tempted to throw in with him and just drive up to see you. Would you be excited if I did? Scared? Annoyed? As a planner yourself, you'd probably be irritated. I wouldn't come unannounced and uninvited, I swear.

Imagine if I showed up at her door and said, hi, I'm Edward Cullen, the guy you've been talking to. She'd faint dead away.

When is your Spring Break? What do you guys usually do? What do you want to do? Do you want to go home or do you want to go somewhere with your friends?

What about with me? Should I ask that? No...wait until I talked to her on the phone at least. See if we have the same chemistry there as we do here. Time to wrap it up before I give in to all my desires and just beg to come see her the instant my plane lands.

I'm more than willing to attempt to wipe out an entire apple orchard with you, Bella. If we use all those apples, well, luckily we can grow more. So keep the fantasies coming and I'll keep coming and so will you! At least I hope so!

I hope you enjoy the picture I'm sending. It's nothing like yours, but it is an honest portrayal of me in the moment that I saw your picture. I hope it makes you laugh.

Talk to you soon.

Your Edward

I attached my hand picture and fired it off to her. Hopefully she'd see the humor in it and not be pissed that I hadn't sent her my face. I'd told her as much as I dared for now.

WWF time! I opened the app and laughed when I saw she'd played tit. That was fitting. She had great tits. Tits plural wouldn't play. Emmett bitched about that fact constantly.

Well, Edward, if you opened my email, you've already seen that little nightshirt. And did you see any panty lines? Rose took that picture, of course, and smoothed my shirt down over my body. She got pretty close to knowing I had no panties on. Do you like that? I know you do.

Fuck. Rose smoothed that shirt over her bare ass. I was jealous of Rose. And I wanted to watch her do it. But I also wanted to shove her out of the way and do it myself. Such issues.

I wouldn't want the entire student body to really see you fucking me, just a passing fantasy that got me all hot and bothered, but yours did the same. I'd love for you to lay me down in the grass and fuck me, making me scream so loudly that we scared all the wildlife away. I have great faith that you could make me do that, Edward.

Oh, I promise to give it the old college try, Bella, in honor of your school.

I want that very hard cock of yours, filling me, driving me into the bed, the grass, the wall, wherever you want to take me. I'm all yours, in case you couldn't tell.

Fuck. I was going to have to jerk off again. The girl was just too damn good.

It was nice of you to take a break on the Germans and use some shampoo instead of further depleting their lotion supply. And the thought of you touching yourself in the shower has me reaching for the little blue car. I find it incredibly arousing that I turn you on so easily. It's only fair, since you can make me wet with only one sentence.

Damn I wanted to feel that wetness. I'd give anything, anything at all.

I think you could ably replace my toy and even outdo it. After all, it only has those two bullets. You have two hands, a tongue and a cock. You win on numbers alone, and I have no doubt you'd bring me pleasure beyond belief.

Yes. No doubt about it.

Stock up on your stocks and then sell when you come to me. We'll have no need for substitutes then.

Christ! She was perfect. I didn't want a substitute. All I wanted was her.

I flipped back to my letters and laughed when I saw I could play taut. That was fitting.

I don't know whether to sit back and watch Rose run her hands down your bare ass or throw her out of the room and do it myself. Both are equally good for the imagination, you know, but the possessive asshole in me would have to do it myself. Though we both know the shirt would be going up instead of down if that were the case.

There won't be wildlife within a square mile once I fuck you outside, Bella. Hopefully there won't be any cops to come running either, particularly your father. He is far away from your college, right? I'd still risk it, but I'd rather not be shot while making love to you. Or before. I'd definitely have to be with you at least once before I died.

I intend to take you all those places and more. How about in the water? How big is your shower? Do you have a pool? A hot tub?

I have a private beach. I'll have to take you there sometime.

I can make you wet with just one sentence, huh? Imagine what I can do when I touch you. Did you like my picture? I know it's just a hand, but you seem to like imagining my hands so I thought it might help with your visualization. Imagine that hand sliding down your body, cupping your wet pussy and pressing against your clit. Does that make you wetter? How are your batteries?

Damn it, I really was going to have to jerk off again. I couldn't get enough of just the thought of her. I probably wouldn't be able to stop touching her if we were in the same room together. I'd be ridiculously clingy. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.

No substitutes. Just you and me. That's all we need.

She was all I needed. I closed the app and looked at her picture again. My Bella. Soon.

Italian translation, thanks to Jessi and Saila for your help!:

I am extremely happy for her. I wish her and James nothing but the best. Maybe some beautiful Italian girl will capture my heart while I'm here.

A/N I do believe our boy is nearly as anxious to meet Bella as the majority of you are! After he hears her voice, will he be able to resist?

My plan, and I haven't started writing yet so I do reserve the right to change my mind, is to combine the rest of his trip into the next chapter and get him home. Things will move quickly then! Plus, he will seriously be spending a day and a half flying and I really can't make that interesting. So, we're almost home!

This story has been nominated for a bunch of Tomato Soup Awards. They're still validating and I'll let you know when voting starts. Special thanks for the noms! First & Ten is also nominated for best older story or something like that. Thank you!

See you on Friday with WWF. If you've seen the teasers for it, well, it's my favorite chapter yet! Have a good one!