Glancing at the clock I see it is quickly approaching three o'clock. Management already approved my early departure this afternoon, so all I have to do is clean up my desk and leave in a few minutes. I am both excited and nervous.
What if she thinks I really am sick? What if she doesn't realize her vital role in this? What if she thinks I am crazy for coming up with this idea?
I tell myself I can't think about the what ifs. Bella and I are in this together. She gave me the green light to come up with my fantasy and I will not disappoint. But there's just a small part of me that wonders if this is truly a messed up idea.
As soon as I get home, I start setting things up. In the kitchen I put a pot on the stove and the cans of Chicken Noodle soup on the counter. In the pantry, I find the Ritz crackers and place them next to the soup cans. I even bought Jello and pudding cups at the store because it seemed the right thing to do. Filling a glass with water, I carry it with me to our bedroom.
Next, in our bathroom, I set out the two main props. The glass of water will remain there, too. The outfit I bought for Bella is on a hanger next to her towel. I am hopeful she will see it. And if she doesn't, I'm sure she will figure things out after seeing the tools on the counter.
The last thing I do before crawling into bed is to take a shower. The pulsating sprays relax me as I mentally prepare for this fantasy. I imagine Bella in the sexy white outfit causing my hands to move on their own volition. As much as I want to stop and wait for her, I think this might actually help our evening by allowing me to last a little longer with her. I stroke and rub him all while thinking about Bella and the things she can do with her mouth. I don't last long.
While drying off, I decide on my attire. I find my favorite boxers and a white v-neck t-shirt in my dresser drawer. Putting them on, I glance in the mirror and remind myself I can do this. It's only Bella. And while we didn't talk about how the night will go, I envision my plan will succeed.
Glancing at the clock, I realize she should be here in about fifteen minutes. Removing the decorative pillows from our bed, I pile them together in the corner. I climb into bed... and wait.
… and wait.
… and wait.
She should be home any minute now. My hands are clasped together behind my head. Moments later, I hear her car approach. The door shuts so I know she will be entering the house in
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"Edward?"
I don't respond. I do, however, get into position—nestled deep under the covers of the bed resting on my side with my eyes closed.
"Edward, are you OK? You're home early." She calls from downstairs.
Smiling, I get excited as I expected this confusion. Just a few more minutes and she will come to my aid.
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Sentence teaser for next chapter: I see the look of disappointment in her eyes and hear the worry in her voice. She is concerned for me. I inwardly grin. My plan is coming together quite nicely.
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