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Song Rec: Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation (Yes, from the Twilight soundtrack)
I'm sitting at my little dining room table eating a burnt pop-tart when he knocks on my door.
"Morning," I greet and let him in.
"Morn- you're not wearing pants." he points out and averts his gaze.
"I know." I shut the door behind him. "They're in the dryer."
"Bella," he sighs. "Don't answer the door with no pants on. I could've been a creep."
"How do I know you're not? You are staring at my ass." I point out.
"Sorry," he blushes.
"Edward, remember what we talked about? No apologizing."
"Oh, right." he nods. "Um, can you... finish getting dressed?" Why Edward, am I distracting you?
The dryer dings down the hall and shuts off. "Sure can do. There's pop-tarts and coffee if you want. I'll be done in a minute."
It's quiet in my truck. Way too quiet.
"My sister wants to meet you." he tells me softly as I get on the freeway.
"You told your sister about me?" I ask after awhile. "Why the hell would you do that?"
"I didn't!" he holds his hands up in surrender. "I told Emmett and he told Rose."
"Nice going smart one." I roll my eyes. "How much do they know?"
"Um..." he taps his fingers on the center console nervously."Everything."
"You're next lesson? Learning how to keep a secret." I get off at the mall off ramp and sigh. "When and where?"
"Seriously? You're gonna meet them?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Do I have a choice? I don't want them to hate me more than they probably already do."
"They don't hate you." he tells me honestly. "Hell my sister couldn't be happier. She's been trying to get me to do this since high school. She just wants to know who finally got me to change my mind."
"Then shouldn't she meet Marie?" I find a parking spot close to Nordstrom's and shut off the engine. "She's the one you're changing for." I say with more venom in my tone than I meant. I don't give him a chance to answer before I hop out of the truck and make my way into the store.
"What was that?" he asks as he finally catches up to me in the men's department.
"Honest?" he nods his head. "I have no idea." I had sounded almost... jealous? Maybe? Is that what jealousy feels like?
"What about this?" he holds up a 'Seattle' jacket almost identical to his shirt he wore the other day.
Cue face palm. "No Edward!" I quickly hang it back up and pull him toward the grown men's section.
By the end of ourlittle excursion, he ended up with three new flattering button downs and a few jeans. He modeled them all for me. And I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a little horny.
We start walking toward the check-out- well, I start walking, he hangs back and peruses the aisle racks. "Wait, Bella!" I stop and turn back searching for him. I see him ruffling through ladies dresses.
"Um, Edward. Is there something you need to tell me?" he ignores me and holds up a deep blue strapless dress.
"Think this'll fit?" he asks, a smile on his lips.
"Me or you?" I joke.
"Bella."
"What? You never know. You could be a closet tranny." he ignores my jibe and holds the dress up to me. It is a beautiful dress. Knee length, soft and flowy. It looks like a dress fit for a princess.
"Try it!" he insists, grabbing my hand and leading me to a dressing room.
"Edward, I'm not going to try it!" I attempt to pull away but to no avail. "Edward!"
"Bella, please! Think of it as payback for making me try on god knows how many suits today." What can I say? The man looks sexy in suits. "Please?" how can I say no to this man?
"Fine." I grab the dress and storm away like a petulant child.
"Come show me when you're done!" he calls after me. Yeah, right.
I grumble angrily as I slip off my jeans and shirt, sliding on the dress. I close my eyes and straighten it out, not wanting to know how large it makes me look. I'm not by any means a large woman... I'm just curvy. And definitely not a size three.
I swear all that ice cream goes right to my ass.
I take a deep breath, count to three, and open my eyes.
Whoa.
I look... good. The dress clings to my curves and dips down just low enough to tease with a bit of cleavage. It's not too short, not too long, and soft as fuck.
I unlock the stall and tip-toe my way down the room out to where I left Edward. He's sitting down on one of the benches talking to another guy waiting there. I take a deep breath, preparing myself to see him. What if he doesn't like it? What if he laughs and tells me I look hilarious?
"What do you think?" I step out of my corner with a fake smile plastered on my face. I spin around giving him a full view, internally biting my nails and waiting for him to just say something. Anything.
Say something, Edward. "That bad?" I hide my hurt in a humorless chuckle, trying not to let my tears spill over.
"No, Bella... You look..." he stands and takes my hand. "I'm speechless, Bella. You're so beautiful."
I think he's making fun of me until I look up and see the sincerity in his eyes. He thinks you're beautiful. Why do his words make my heart skip a beat?
"Really? It's not too..." I trail off, making an odd motion with my hand. I don't even know what I'm trying to say.
He does though. He knows what I mean, and exactly what I need to hear. "It's perfect. You're perfect." he smiles.
I blush. "Thanks."
His phone beeps in his pocket and he drops my hands and my gaze, the moment lost. Was that a moment? Did Green eyes and I just have a moment?
"It's Rose. She's wondering if we'll drop by her shop."
"Yeah, totally. I'll go get changed." he nods and types a quick reply to her.
How could he not be affected by what just happened? What did just happen? I wonder as I slide off the dress. I don't know. But I do know one thing. I need this dress.
I slide on my clothes and clip the dress back on the hanger, glancing at the price tag. Holy mother of pearl. I guess I won't be getting the dress.
I reluctantly hang it up on the reject rack and meet Edward outside.
"Hey," he greets, wrapping his arm around my waist, throwing the guy he was sitting with a look. "Where's the dress."
"Oh, I decided not to get it." I lie. No need to bring him down with my money problems. "I don't really need a dress like that."
"Oh." he frowns. "I thought you liked it."
"I did."
"Okay," he drawls out. "Hey, why don't you go pull the truck around to the front of the store and I'll meet you there? I'll probably have like eighty bags. No sense in carrying them all the way across the parking lot."
"Alright." I agree, happy for an excuse to get away and sort out my thoughts.
"See you soon." he smiles crookedly, reducing me into a puddle of goo.
Why is Green Eyes able to reduce me to a puddle of goo?
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