A Little Pizzazz
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry! Things got hectic and then I actually forgot...god, I'm a horrible author. I'm sorry!
Blurt:
"I didn't ask for any room—what the bloody fuck!" Edward walked into the room, rubbing a towel over his head. He stopped dead when he caught sight of her.
"Er..." Bella tried to form words, she really did, but basic things like the language she had grown up with were failing her.
Apparently her jaw muscles were also out of commission because she couldn't seem to close her mouth.
He had clearly just been in the shower and had hastily dressed himself. His casual white button down had nothing but bare, and slightly damp, skin underneath it. She knew this because he had screwed up on the buttons and she could see gaps between them. His jeans were equally sloppy, the top button and the belt hung open, leaving a fair amount of skin at his abdomen exposed. She quickly registered that the unique copper coloured hair was not restricted to his head and face. Almost unwillingly, her eyes continued their sweep downward until they rested on his bare feet.
She swallowed hard.
It wasn't that she had a foot fetish or anything just...there was something extremely sexy about a bare footed man in jeans.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" he demanded.
She looked up at him. Transfixed.
And blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"I could ask you the same thing!"