That girl is pretty wild now
The girl's a super freak
The kind of girl you read about
In new-wave magazine
That girl is pretty kinky
The girl's a super freak
I really love to taste her
Every time we meet
She's all right, she's all right
That girl's all right with me, yeah
She's a super freak, super freak
She's super-freaky
Bella POV
The nap Edward dictated that we take was torturous. I tossed and turned in bed. Usually being in Edward's arms made me feel safe and secure, lulling me off to sleep without hesitation. In the middle of the afternoon, when Edward had thrown out some random sexual fact that I couldn't understand the relevance behind, his arms were suffocating me, and the moment he woke up, I felt all of the breath come back and land inside of my body.
"Edward, spill. What the hell was that fact about?"
"I'll show you, but first, we need to get some food in your system."
With that, he rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of shorts. I briefly closed my eyes in frustration. He was purposely avoiding my questions. I could hear him running down the hallway and into the kitchen, attempting to clean up our mess from earlier.
"Edward do you want me to come help?"
"No honey. I do have a question. How do you feel about a grilled chicken salad, some of that garlic bread you like and jello? I know it's sort of a weird combination, but you need something filling, yet light on your stomach."
"Sweetheart, that's fine, why don't you just tell me what's going on."
"No chance in hell Bella. And if you leave our bed, I'll tie you up and leave you there."
I hated this side of Edward. There was no way for me to tell if he was going to do something incredibly sweet or something that would make me cringe inside.
"How adventurous are you feeling?"
Ok. Now he was getting on my damned last nerve.
"Not adventurous if you don't tell me what the hell we are doing next."
"No worries honey. I'll work you up to it."
He was seriously trying my patience.
"And don't you dare get dressed!"
That man could always read my mind like a book.
Edward POV
Ok. So I'll admit it. The plan for tonight was totally flawed, especially since I had no idea if she'd cooperate or give me hell about it. Best case scenario: we'd both enjoy ourselves immensely. Worst case scenario: she got entirely too embarrassed about the entire of idea of what I was suggesting that she made me sleep on the couch.
"Bella, I'm just gonna bring you your salad. I don't want you getting up yet."
Before she could argue me down, I gathered the salad and bread and wine and walked as quickly as I could back to Bella.
"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture, honey, but I know it's bullshit. What exactly are you buttering me up for? How do you not know by now what it is I DO and DO NOT eat on my salad. Clearly, every time I order a salad, I order it with an egg white on top, you know, for that extra kick of protein. Edward what's gotten into you lately?"
"Well I'll just feed give you a teaspoon of come instead."
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