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Not beta'd. word prompt: hoop
Game night was a blast. I've never seen anyone as spectacularly bad at Twister as Bella. Except maybe me, but in my case, it was on purpose. And this time when I fell on her, it was much more controlled. And those luscious curves I'd felt? Even better when I wasn't scambling to get off of her so she could breathe.
When the yawns started coming more frequently than the laughs, Bella and I decided it was time to call it a night. We sent the kids off to the kitchen with the dishes from our snacks, and she helped me fold up the mat.
After putting the game in the closet, I turned around to tell Bella that I was going to go check on the kids. The sight of her stretching—arms over her head, back slightly bowed—stopped me cold.
The material of her t-shirt was stretched taut over her breasts, and, just visible, was the outline of a thin hoop in each nipple.
Bella Swan had pierced nipples.
Fuck. Me.
I don't know how long I stood there, ogling her chest like some pervert, before a quiet cough brought me back to reality.
The blush I expected to see on her lovely face wasn't there. In its place was a wicked smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
"See something you like, Dr. Masen?"
