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Chapter 13
Next Move
(Seth POV)
I paced the floor of Dr. Glover's office, threatening to dig a hole into her carpet there. Despite seeing Dr. Glover twice a week for just over a month, I still got nervous anytime I entered her office. My knees would bounce uncontrollably and my arms would stay locked across my chest as a shield, but today was different. My nervousness was beyond not wanting to drudge up my past. Today was mine and Caius' one year anniversary and it was the only thing I had failed to discuss with her during our sessions. She was desperately trying to get me to open up, but I slammed and locked that door the day I drug my beaten and mistreated body out of his apartment. Never again did I think I would have to open that door. Yet, now as I stand at Dr. Glover's window fidgeting uncontrollably, palms sweating, and bottom lip swollen from chewing on it, I felt like if I didn't talk about this now I was going to explode.
Dr. Glover walked into her office swinging her maroon and gold scarf as she sipped her coffee. I believed it to be her favorite scarf as it was the one I had seen the most and the only one she absent mindlessly toyed with while she talked. I didn't give her the opportunity to speak, or get situated, before I came at her in full force.
"Today is Caius and mine one year anniversary and I had been freaking out all day."
Dr. Glover froze; knees bent halfway down as she was making her way to sitting down in her chair. I had never seen her stunned before.
"Okay! Well I'm glad you finally want to discuss this. I believe it is really the biggest hurdle you have to jump."
She had confirmed it. I loved Dr. Glover and her no nonsense attitude about things, yet nothing made me more excited than the thought of getting out of therapy. It was enough for me to stop my pacing and take my seat on the couch.
"How long has this been eating at you?"
"It just started last night when I glanced at the calendar. I don't know how I let the whole day go by and not recognize what the next day was going to be." I pulled the throw pillow into my arms, clasping it as if it was my impenetrable shield. "I nearly bit Edwards's head off over the remote control. I tried to apologize to him, but it was difficult since I really couldn't explain anything."
Dr. Glover slowly nodded her head. She didn't agree with my decision to keep Edward in the dark about my visits with her, or the fact that I was working hard at moving out of his house. I felt like that to make Edward see how serious I was about changing my life for me; he didn't need to see me every day, constantly asking how therapy was going. I didn't need any more pushes into this.
"Why don't we start with your history with Caius?" Dr. Glover got comfortable, ready to write away. I took a deep breath and began the tale of my most recent failed relationship.
"I met Caius at his club Midnight Sun, three months after Felix left me. Caius was my Dom for six months and then a month after we ended our contract we started seeing each other as boyfriends. The abuse didn't start immediately into the new relationship. When it did start it really was my fault."
"Excuse me?" Dr. Glover eyes looked angrily into my face.
She tried desperately to drive into me that the acts of Jason, Charlie, and Felix were not my fault, but a flaw in their practices as a Master and Dom. That was a hard pill to swallow. I felt like I played a part in it just as much as they did. That point held as much truth with Caius as it had for the rest of them.
"I already know what you are going to say," I closed my eyes to block out the look I was getting, "but we were perfectly fine before I requested a session. Other than a jealous streak, he was a completely acceptable boyfriend." That was close enough to the truth.
"What happened after you started your D/s relationship again?" She had stopped writing, folding her arms across her chest.
I told Dr. Glover everything: the sub drops, the lack of after care, and even the constant blending. All the punishment was hard to recount. In every instance I could recall what I should have done differently. The tears began flowing when I began discussing Quil, and the loss of my only brother.
"I'm sorry to hear your friend left you, but he made his own decision; much like Caius had."
"That's bullshit!" I jumped off the couch. "If I had listened to him from the start I wouldn't be here right now. I wouldn't have been raped by an asshole who only thought he was a Dom when actually he was just an abusing prick trying to destroy me!"
I was screaming so loud I was giving myself a head ache and my throat ached from the strain. It was the first time I had ever disrespected Caius name. Dr. Glover gave me an overly pleased look. I knew she was happy I was directing my anger at the proper source, if not entirely, at least it was a start.
"I just wanted to belong to someone and I wanted my friend, my best friend, to be there with me. I feel like I was let down by Quil and Caius." I started to slowly pace again letting my brain continue my rant in my head. Hell yeah, I was still angry at Quil.
"It is perfectly fine to feel that way. Quil, your very best friend walked away when you needed him to stand with you more than ever. Was he wrong? Was he right? You'll give yourself and aneurism before you come up with the answer. Caius wasn't what you needed in a significant other, or a Master. Without a doubt he was wrong for what he did and that has nothing to do with your preference for pain. Feel that anger you have for him, just don't dwell on it. Once you've gotten it out of your system than it is time to move past it."
"Move past it! I will always hate him for what he had done to me."
"Why will you hate him?" Dr. Glover gave me her usual cocky grin. It told me we were exactly where she wanted us to be in this discussion. I sent back down on the couch, preparing myself for the meat of the session.
We continued to discuss the thorns of Caius and mine's relationship. I was getting beat with my uncontrollable rage and crying. Too often the office was filled with silence; me desperately trying to get my tears and sobs under control. My session was not over, but I couldn't talk anymore. Dr. Glover could see the trepidation on me. Always the one to push, but never over the edge, Dr. Glover was sympathetic to my now fragile state.
"We better stop short tonight. Are you okay to drive?" Dr. Glover moved to the couch and sat beside me, taking my hand in hers. The feel of her hand, her soft touch and heat helped to slow the sobs that were still erupting from me.
"Yeah, I think I will be okay," I said giving her my best half smile, sniffling.
Dr. Glover tightens her hand around mines. I look back into her eyes that now bare a sadness I hadn't noticed the entire time we had been there in the office. Her look wasn't of pity for me but compassion. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable, but instead made me think she truly cared for my healing. I watched as her eyes squinted and she opened and closed her mouth a few times as if she debated rather she should speak or not. The look worried me as never had I seen her censor a word, or question if something should be said or not. Dr. Glover often time reminded me of Quil. The only difference was that Dr. Glover did try to censor how she said some things. Eventually her nature won out, no longer being able to bite her tongue.
"You know there is one silver lining to the hard times with Caius."
I sat quietly trying to figure out what good came out of me being beaten and broken for months and then raped.
"Edward. In this mess you still have Edward and something tells me that he isn't going anywhere any time soon."
So true were her words. A chance encounter with an angel in a Washington Emergency Room became my solace through the most difficult time in my life. How could I ever forget all that Edward was to me? Usually after a rough night with the good doctor I went to my park and meditated on everything I had discovered about myself. I let the wounds close some, away from prying eyes and worried stares. This had been the hardest session yet with my psychologist, but the last thing I wanted was to be alone. My body called to be near Edward; my wounds to be healed by the comfort that was his sweet scent, strong arms, and glorious eyes. My tires couldn't carry me fast enough.
I entered the house to find Edward sitting in the living room. His lane chest exposed. His long legs covered in his usual old scrub pants. I couldn't fight the smile that formed on my face as I drank in the man before me. Edward had to feel me staring at him, but didn't interrupt my moment of peace for a while.
"Hey? Is everything okay?" Edward finally asked.
"Yeah, I think so." We only continued to stare into each other's eyes.
"I'm going to go freshen up. I'll be back," I said when I was finally able to fight the control his beauty had over me. I didn't wait for Edward to respond; too afraid his sultry voice would paralyze me yet again.
I lingered in the shower, letting the hot water run over my skin. My breathing was too heavy. I could feel my heart beating erratically and my stomach began to feel light. Could it be Edward that made me feel this way? What changed since I saw him this morning before I left for work? It was the realization that Edward was stability in my life. I dare say I loved him. Just the thought of such a word in reference to the Greek god that sat only a few yards away made my stomach flip again. Maybe it wasn't just that I loved him. Maybe it was my love for him combined with the fact that I knew he loved me, too. He loved me, and not as a brother or friend as he had pointed out to me weeks ago. How had I gone so long without telling him how I felt? How was I so blind to my own desire for him in every way?
The chilling water shocked me back down from my thoughts. I quickly dried and dressed, wanting to be nowhere but in the warmth of Edwards arms. The house was completely dark other than the illumination of the television. The glow of the screen danced across Edward's face as his head lay back against the couch; the brown suede making his hair seem even more intense in its bronze beauty. I took advantage of his unawareness of me watching his radiance dance in the darkness of the room. His mouth fell open as he stretched his lean muscles before relaxing back into position. I almost felt guilty for staring so intensely at him, admiring all of his manliness. My stomach flipped again when I realized I didn't have to watch him from so far way. I didn't need to stand quietly in the darkness. I could be in those arms. I should be pressed to his cool chest of steel, and my fingers belonged in the silk that was his hair.
I walked quietly towards the man I hoped would one day be mine. I curled into my usual spot, pressed against his side as my head fell into his lap. I laid on my back staring up at the true love of my life. As if it was instinct, his hands fell to my hair, scratching my scalp, unleashing my growl of desire that I was not surprised, nor ashamed of.
"Hello, beautiful," Edward said in a rough voice, as if he had been sleeping.
"Hi," I whispered back. "Did I wake you?" Edward began stroking my cheek sending the butterflies in my stomach flurrying yet again.
"No, I was waiting on you. Hoping you would come and sit with me."
"No other place I rather be," I said honestly. Edward's smile was breath taking.
I stared into his eyes, not speaking, trying to grow use to the feel of the uneasy, light feeling in my stomach. It wasn't painful, but delightful in a new way. I had wanted it to never end, yet to somehow subside all at the same time. Yet instead it only ignited more with each touch of Edward's skin to mine. He was setting my soul on fire. The flames were consuming my fear of rejection and loneliness.
I turned my face toward his stomach pressing my lips to his skin again and again. With my nose so close to his skin, I drowned myself in his sweet scent. My attention to his flat stomach grew in intensity as I flicked out my tongue to taste him. Encompassed in his scent, his taste on my tongue, and his hands in my hair, I was growing mad, needing more of him. I stretched my hand up, touching his exposed side, lighting dragging my nails down his skin. Edward let out a breathy sigh, his head falling back to the pillows atop of the couch.
"Mmm, Seth," Edward exhaled, instantly causing my pants to tent.
The pull was too strong. I no longer wanted to deny myself of the pleasure I knew he could bring me. I began kissing up his body until I had no choice but to straddle his lap to reach his out stretched neck and jaw. I let out my own whimper when I felt his length press into mine as I lowered myself to his lap; nothing between us but two pair of old, thin, hospital pants. I was making him this excited; the recognition driving me more.
I continued the trail of kisses towards his mouth where I placed unhurried pecks, never looking away from his eyes. I wanted Edward to take control of me, to fill me or to stop me. It was all up to him. Edward hands trailed up my back and along my arms, raising the hairs on my body. As his hands found purchase in my hair again, Edward pulled me by my neck into his wanting mouth, colliding our tongues. I was dizzy from the passion, short breaths and raw energy between us. I couldn't inhale enough of him to satisfy my need. The butterflies made no attempt to settle and the wound was no longer hallow, but utterly filled with everything that was Edward. I could still sense his hesitation to take me, but the resolve was breaking. My hands were locked around his neck desperately trying to keep him there with me, but as he began covering my neck with wet kisses my hands roamed; grasping his hard member.
"Fuck, Seth!" Edward uttered. I got the response I needed as he pushed my body into the couch, pushing all his weight atop me. I clung to his skin, digging my nails into his flesh. Edward hissing at the light pain I was making on his body.
"Not like this," Edward covered my mouth with kisses. "Bed. NOW!" Edward ordered as he pulled me up from the couch, but never removing his mouth from mine. No steps faltered as we walked with our eyes closed, backwards towards his master bedroom. Edward pressed my legs to the bed, pushing me over. His weight followed again as he brushed across my weeping cock.
"Need you now, Edward." I could feel his growl rumble his chest.
Edward made no work of removing my pants and his followed. He slowly crawled back into the bed, taking my cock in his hand. Edward rubbed the pre cum around the head and the shaft.
"Take me, Seth. I want your hot mouth around my dick now," Edward said as he, in a painfully slow pace, stroke me to oblivion. I could only let out a whimper to acknowledge his request of me.
Edward rolled onto his back and I did not hesitate to take all of his glorious self into my mouth, tasting his salty essence that pooled in his slit. My action was rewarded with deep growls and handfuls of hair as Edward lost all remaining resolve and fucked my mouth to the brink of release. The intensity was driving me to my own release. I took my painfully hard self in my hands ready to begin my descant to orgasmic bliss with the taste of Edward owning my senses. Before I could stoke myself twice Edward had removed himself from its rightful place between my teeth, grabbed my hand and took his place behind me.
The rush of the movement excited me. Edward's hand tightly holding one arm behind my back as his hands pulling my hair, leaving me completely at his mercy.
"You will listen to me carefully, love," Edward said planting a kiss to my neck, making my cock jump in excitement. "You will not come until I tell you to. When you do come, it will be with my dick buried deep in you tight ass. Do you want me to stop?"
"No, please take me." I fought against calling him sir, but the scene was too reminiscent of the life I was looking forward to returning to.
"Good." Edward slowly laid me down on my stomach as he lay on my back. His hard dick pulsating between us. He slid his hands down my back and ass, messaging the flesh there. Suddenly I felt his fingers and slick gel rub the puckered entrance of my hole before the wonderful pressure of one finger pushed to the first knuckle.
"Yes!" My body shook at the wonderful feeling but too soon I was reminded of my order not to come and Edward's satin sheets were teasing my neglected member. Before I could grow use to the one finger it was quickly followed by a second and then a third as Edward stretched me.
"Fuck you are so sexy when you shake like that, moaning my name. I think you are ready for me sexy. Are you ready to feel my dick between these walls, Seth?"
"Yes, please."
I heard as the condom was tore open and in one swift feeling of pain, pressure, and then pleasure, Edward was deeply buried in my sex hole, filling me entirely. Slowly Edward began to move, sitting up on his knees, bringing me with him. Each thrust becoming harder and deeper.
"Edward! Yes, take me, use me."
"So tight, Seth. Fuck, tell me you want me to stay in this ass. Make me come all over this bed."
"Please stay. Don't let me go. Please!" I begged. My double meaning present.
"I won't stop till your tight ass milks me, and I watch you nut all over these sheets. Dammit, Seth. I can feel you clench around my dick. So fucking right."
I never heard Edward so vulgar. His voice deep with need and sex. How could the man that was taking so much control over my body ever submit to anyone? I still couldn't see him bowing to anyone. He had so much control: aggressively taking my body, using it, but not once hurting me in the process. I wanted him all that much more.
"Coming… now Seth."
I felt his dick pulsate around my body as he dug his nails into the flesh of my hips.
Collapsing on my back, I struggled to stay on my knees.
"Let me cum, please. I beg you." I was almost to tears. I could feel the cum leaking from the slit of my swollen head. The pain was pleasure and I had a tinge of excitement to see that my delayed gratification was still in tack after all of this time.
"Mmm, so fucking beautiful you are." Edward pulled out of my used hole leaving me feeling empty and ready to explode. "Look at what you do to me, Seth. So well fucked."
Edward pulled me to his chest as I stayed on my knees slicking his hands everywhere but my weeping cock. "Cum now, love," Edward whispered in my ear.
My release broke free of my body with a vengeance as Edward pulled on my pebbled nibbles and feathered kissed on my neck. I shook uncontrollably as Edward tried to sooth me, guiding me down from my high. He lay me on my side, away from the spunk soaked spot, he taking the space behind me, pressed ever closer to my back. He continued to stroke my sweat laced hair. I loved that we didn't head for the shower. I wanted Edwards scent to lull me to sleep and it was even more sexy that he wore my scent as well.
The next morning I awoke to a different view of things.
In the golden sun light was flowing through Edward's windows. Edward was just as beautiful as he was the night before. My stomach still flipped at how close we were, at what I without a doubt knew what happened. But in the light of the day it all looked scary. Edward was not going to let us end here in his bed. It looked like something I wasn't ready to handle yet.
Being a Saturday I had nowhere to escape to. I laid in his arms too afraid to face what would happen when he saw me. Would he regret it? Did I mean anything to him? My mind raced for over an hour, my body to paralyze by what the next second might bring with it. There was so much I had kept from Edward over the last few months, things that he needed to know to make his own informed decision. I need to talk to somebody and there was only one person I could do that with.
Edward finally began to stir. He pulled me closer into his arms. No sense of regret could be read on his face.
"Good morning," he said, his smile stretching across his face. How could he be so beautiful? Seeing his joy and obvious satisfaction in our current position, I couldn't help but smile back.
"Morning." I was lost in his eyes, a state I found myself in too often.
"How about some breakfast and coffee?"
"Sounds great." Neither of us made a move to leave the other's arms.
Eventually we did get up, showered separately, though I was too tempted to join him, and met in the kitchen. We danced around each other smirking and giggling like two girls whenever our hands brushed. Everything between us was so raw and electric. Being in his presence after such a passionate night was creating a feeling I could get used to, but I knew I couldn't feel again for a while. I first needed to tell him everything, give Edward the opportunity to decide what should happen next.
"Do you have plans today?" Edward finally broke our silence.
"Um, yeah. I have some errands to run." I tried to look him in his eyes, but his glow was too much for my exposed emotions. Had I looked too long, I would have told him everything and I couldn't do that just yet. I needed a few more hours first.
"Oh, okay," Edward said sounding disappointed.
Silence again. When I could take no more, I walked away from the kitchen island we made our breakfast table, to go dress. When I walked back to the kitchen Edward was still there, drinking coffee and reading the paper. He didn't look away to acknowledge me.
"I'm leaving." I walked close to him, forcing him to look up at my face.
"Okay," he said folding down half the paper.
I lowered myself to his seated height and pressed our lips together. I could taste the combination of his mouth wash and the morning coffee. I didn't know what I was trying to say with that kiss, I just knew I couldn't leave him that morning without one.
~xXx~
I never ever utilized the opportunity to call her outside of our two scheduled days we normally met. I would usually hold all my shit together long enough to make it to our next meeting, and then unload on her before she could adjust in her seat. But this couldn't wait and I needed her more than I thought I ever had before. She and Edward were my support system and since Edward was the current cause of my panic attack, she was my only option. I was relieved when she agreed to meet me for lunch.
I sat waiting impatiently for her to get here. When she finally spotted me across the crowed restaurant I only had a split second of relaxation. It hit me then that this was something else I was going to have to talk about, and my body went into its usual panic mode. I had to get it out. Just as she reached what would be her seat, I spit it all out.
"I slept with Edward and now I'm terrified as to what that mean for us now." It all came out as a rush of sound and pauses.
Dr. Glover's eyes grew wide. I could tell she was reaching for something to say.
"Okay," she stretched out the word and then slowly fell down to her seat. "This will be a fun lunch, I see."
"I am such a fool. Why did I do this?"
"Just the place we need to start. When and how did it happen?"
Just then the waitress came and took our drink orders with promise to be back in a few minutes for our food request. I started talking as soon as she turned her back to the table.
"It happened last night. I was just thinking about everything you and I had talked about, and how true it was. By the time I got home I didn't even question it anymore; I know I love Edward."
"Well Seth, that is excellent. What is the problem exactly?"
"I couldn't, I didn't, tell him any of that. This morning I could hardly talk to him. I couldn't look him in his eyes, like I was ashamed."
Just then the waitress returned catching us off guard. We hadn't even looked at the menus. We both ordered some pasta dish and waited for her to leave.
"Seth, we talked about his. You have to talk to people. You can't expect him to know what is going on in your head. He was honest with you about his feelings. He deserves at least that much from you."
"That's not everything," I said twisting my fork in my hand. "I got approved for the apartment." Dr. Glover sat back in her chair knowing what was coming next. "I'm leaving in a week. Edward still doesn't know I am moving out."
Dr. Glover started pulling on her scarf, today being all black. It was a habit of hers signified she was getting upset. I was going against everything we had been going over in our sessions. I wasn't communicating. While I had made plans to move long ago it still felt like I was running.
"I know what you are going to say. I'm going to fix this."
"Then why am I here?" She asked.
"I . . . I don't know. I just needed to see that I was right or on the right track, I guess. I don't know! Just please talk to me." I don't know why I was begging. I was scared and needed help.
"How ironic that you need someone to talk to you yet you can't seem to talk to the man who has loved you despite yourself. You are going to have to make decisions on your own, Seth. I am not going to be around for much longer. Despite this current situation you are making excellent strides and won't really need me."
I smiled at the idea of no longer having to bare my soul twice a week, but there was a touch of sadness there to think I would be soon leaving someone I considered a friend. It wasn't the best kind of friend relationship to have and calling Dr. Glover a friend didn't seem to sound right, but in my book that was actually what she was. I didn't want to say goodbye, now or later.
"Why didn't you tell Edward you were trying to move?"
"Dr. Glover," I started.
"No! You know why. Tell me."
But before I could begin, our pasta was arriving. The waitress refreshed our drinks. Her perky attitude seemed too out of place at the table. My bouncing knee, frowned brawl and hidden faces didn't make her falter her smile once. I was glad when she walked away.
"Okay. I didn't want to leave. I had planned on telling him about the move a week ago in hopes he would beg me to stay, but every time I wanted to try, I got scared that he wouldn't ask me to stay with him. I could see him being happy I was finally getting out of his space. Hell, anything. I can't deal with that rejection. Now I have last night hanging over me and it is only going to make it harder."
"Do you regret last night?" Neither of us had touched our food. I simply pushed mine around my plate as Dr. Glover ignored hers altogether.
"No! I mean yes . . . I mean. . Hell, I don't know!" No one answer seemed sufficient enough. I tried to explain.
"It felt excellent to be with Edward, both physically and the fact that it was Edward, but I'm scared of hurting him. I am not good enough. I don't regret connecting to Edward that way. I just regret I didn't wait until I knew I could handle whatever was coming next."
"Seth, you are good enough," Dr. Glover paused. "It's time to tell him everything." Dr. Glover crossed her arms over her chest.
"What?" I knew I wasn't capable to that.
"You heard me. You need to tell him about your sessions, your moving, and especially your feelings for him. Nothing will be fixed if you don't talk." We sat in silence for a little while as I rolled the painful idea around in my head.
"And then after you talk, call me."
"So you can explain how this will make me stronger and support whatever crazy emotion I'm going through?"
"Well, that too, but really because I am nosey as hell and your story is better than a soap opera." Dr. Glover ignored me as I stared at her in awe of her words.
We both started laughing like the weird friends I felt we were.
That night I told Edward everything begging him not to say anything until I got it all out. He seemed hurt about my moving out. He was shocked to learn I had been seeing Dr. Glover all this time. More importantly than all that, he was speechless to learn my feeling for him. I spit it all out so fast I thought he didn't hear the words, and I was going to be forced to repeat it all, but the lingering kiss he gave me erased all of that away.
We spent the next week walking around each other; nervous to say a word. Occasionally Edward would simply take my hand, but never saying a word. Though we did not have sex, it was multiple nights I awoke to Edward climbing into my bed in the middle of the night, or after his shift. Neither of us pushed for anything to happen, but it felt important to me for him to be there. Maybe because it all meant nothing had changed.
The last week under Edward's roof was gone. I kept my key and received instructions to continue to come and go as I pleased. Edward was acting like I was leaving the country.
Moving my things from his place to my new apartment was simple and only took one car trip. Edward hired someone to move the things from my old hell, demanding I never stepped foot there again. Once the moving company made it to my new place, I was instructed to simply say what pieces stayed and what went. His presence at the new apartment was getting annoying for a little while as he seemed to always be in my shadow, but every time he squeezed my hand the butterflies went fluttering, and it made me happy he still hadn't left my side.
Edward and I were playing everything by ear. We had no titles and nothing was understood. Honestly, the unease of it was making me more and more nervous. Dr. Glover thought that this was best, stating that I put too much stock into defined roles. I should learn to live and learn along the way.
After two days my apartment was complete and looked as if I had been there for months. That day also sparked Edward and mine's first date. I cooked for him in my new kitchen.
"I better get out of here," Edward said fidgeting at the door.
"Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course." Edward was more nervous than I ever seen him before. "Oh, my phone! I think I left it in your room." Edward began to walk that way.
"I'll get it for you," I said putting my hand to his chest.
I walked back to my room thanking god for the opportunity, yet nervous all in the same breath. I didn't think the chance would present itself again. I quickly got what I needed out of Edward's phone and jogged back to him.
"Thanks," he said. "Until tomorrow, then." Edward bent down and kissed me between my cheek and lips.
"I hate to see you go," I revealed to him.
"Good, 'cause I hate to leave." Yet leave he did.
~xXx~
I had the number for just over a week, never getting up the courage I needed to call. I could put it off no longer. I wanted to be my best for Edward. I picked up the phone number and immediately started dialing before I lost my nerves.
The phone rang several times before I heard the deep voice on the other end.
"Hi, um, you don't know me but we have a mutual friend. My name is Seth Clearwater. Am I speaking with Demetri?
Come back next chapter and see how Edward is dealing with an empty house . . .
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