Edward is Off Limits, but when he tempts her again and again, how much can a hot-blooded, middle-aged woman take? Bella knows better than to lust after her son's best friend, but he's so damn perfect and the consequences seem miles away. All human, all BPOV.
"Well, are you shitting rainbows and unicorns this morning?"
"Angela, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but it was just awful."
"Oh no! What happened? Was he a pig in sheep's clothing?"
"No, he was just…we had nothing in common. No spark. It was like when you stand over the grill with the long match, and you can't get the coals to catch fire."
"Wait, I'm confused now. Are you the match or the coals?"
"It doesn't matter, Ange. There was no fire."
"Okay, well…we tried."
"We did. And thank you. But no thank you."
"Hmmm, there's this other guy I know from Sales…"
"Angela, I'm good right now. Honestly. I'm just gonna take a little breather for a bit."
"Okay, B. Sorry it didn't work out."
A/N: Happy birthday, Shellshock81! Psst...are you all reading her story TRY? Rugbyward, Coachella, lots of laughs! xxx ~BOH
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