I don't own Twilight. SM does.
13.
Saturday morning
Edward
I tossed and turned most of the night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Bella's exquisite face. Eventually, I fell asleep, but then I dreamed of her curves, her soft flesh yielding under my touch, the taste of her skin against my tongue.
I woke up fairly early with more wood than the forest outside. I dragged my bony ass to the shower to sort it out, threw on a t-shirt and jeans, and went to find breakfast. After gorging myself on a massive Full English breakfast, I felt marginally better. I loved my food, and the one good thing about being full of nervous energy was that I burnt off my calories easily. I then went for a walk around the grounds of the hotel. I needed to come up with some sort of strategy to avoid Bella as much as possible.
She was going to be the death of me.
Either my anxiety would kill me or her boyfriend would. Lust might also do it.
I was no closer to a strategy when I walked back into the hotel, although my head felt less woolly. I walked past the grand staircase and was just passing the banqueting rooms, when I heard yelling.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE CAKE?!"
I peered into the room. Standing around a large table was Bella, looking breathtaking even in leggings and an oversized jumper with her hair in rollers, and some hotel people. They all looked very worried, Bella most of all.
Without thinking, I rushed to her side.
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