I don't own Twilight. SM does!
21.
Edward
My nervousness meant that I didn't talk very much, but I managed to hold it together enough to find out a few things.
She was nearly thirty-two, nine months older than me.
She lived in an apartment in an exclusive complex just a mile from the house I bought a month ago, when I moved back to my hometown after fourteen years in Edinburgh.
She was stubborn, feisty, determined, ambitious and fiercely loyal to her loved ones.
Oh, and she was simply gorgeous, passionate and of course, the epitome of sexy.
Here's what I desperately wanted to find out, but didn't:
How long she had been with that Emmett guy, and how serious it was.
Whether I had any chance of winning her heart, if I could even figure out how to do that.
"And... I believe... we are done!" She clapped triumphantly.
The cake was spectacular. Each of the four tiers was decorated in a dark violet sugarpaste. Bella then piped on a swirling gold, shimmery lilac, silver and dark green pattern all over each tier. Finally she had painstakingly applied ivory and violet coloured flowers that she had made by hand, that matched the bouquets she and Alice would be carrying later.
"Wow! It's stunning!" I exclaimed.
She turned, beamed at me and suddenly threw her arms around my neck.
Our eyes locked before we looked at each other's mouths. I could feel her warm sweet breath on my face. I could feel her heartbeat through her chest, which was pressed tantalisingly against mine. I could feel the hot skin of her lower back against my hand.
But before I could bend my head so that our lips could meet, I felt her hand on my chest as she put some distance between us.
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