"Just because it says "Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife", doesn't mean that I don't," Edward says quietly, so low that I must have misunderstood him. The look in his eyes tells me I haven't.
I can't handle the way he is staring at me, like he wants to grab me and kiss me. I can feel my face heat up and the heat travels down my body. Panicking, I mumble something about piles of laundry and turn to leave. But Edward is quick and reaches over the fence to grab my arm.
"Bella, wait...god...I'm so sorry. That was totally inappropriate, but..."
I don't let him finish. I want to hear what he has to say, but I'm afraid of the answer.
"Edward, it's fine," I tell him with a flippant wave of my hand. "Listen, I really have to go, I'll see you later, okay?"
Edward's mouth opens to speak, but I spin around and high-tail it back to my house. Away from his penetrating green eyes, away from his full lips and sensual smile.
As soon as I'm safely ensconced in my kitchen, I pull open the fridge and grab the first alcoholic beverage I find. Bottle of beer, meet Bella-shameless, neighbor-flirting-even though-you-are-married hussy. Tilting the bottle to my lips, we become intimately acquainted...which apparently is what Edward would like as well.
So when Edward arrives at my door thirty minutes later, I've made a decision. I invite him in and fueled by months of flirtation, a detached husband, lack of sex and alcohol, I lean in and whisper into his ear.
"Just because it says "Thou shall not commit adultery", doesn't mean I won't."