I'm sitting in my room brooding. I'm not calling her. She thinks she's slick with all these moves. Who is she? Why does she get to keep me on the edge of my seat begging for more while she just sits there laughing at my eagerness? My desire must be written all over my face, and Bella knows exactly what strings to pull.
I pull out my phone to call her, to do what she says, practice on her.
The thought of interrupting her and her boyfriend has me bypassing her number for one right under her alphabetically.
Charlotte.
"Edward?" She questions, unsure even though it's my fuckin' name on her screen.
"Uh huh."
"Is everything okay?" She asks all concerned, but I barely know this girl.
Sometimes, Jasper and I get numbers just because we can. This one wouldn't give me hers until I let her call her phone from mine. I guess it was a slick move.
And then, I'm thinking about Bella's slick moves and slick other things. I'm semi-hard when Charlotte interrupts my thoughts.
"Edward?"
"Yeah, I'm good. I just didn't know whose number this was."
"Oh, okay. That's cool. I'm glad you called. Do you want to meet up, or I could come over there?"
"And do what?" I ask.
She giggles. "Whatever you want. Are your parents' home?"
"No," I say, imagining her coming over and doing whatever I want. I release my dick as it grows harder, wanting, needing anything. I think of her walking straight through the door and taking me in her mouth, but it's not Charlotte I'm thinking of. Of course it's not Charlotte. That would be too easy.
"So do you want me to come over?" she asks.
I should just do it. I should try. I should let Bella live her life pining over someone in another state, but I can't.
"No, I just wanted to see whose number this was."
"Oh, okay."
I hang up the phone and stroke myself to thoughts of Bella. After, I don't feel good like I should. Everything just feels shitty.
So I just do it. I pick up my phone, and this time, I call Bella. If I already feel like this, I might as well be ignored in favor of her boyfriend.
Author's note-
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