Hello everyone, long time no see (no pun intended)! Sorry about that, as I've explained to a few of you things have been extremely busy on my end. Thank you to the readers who PM'd me to get a move on because they wanted to read what happens next, I needed that from you guys.

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Disclaimer – Original characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, plot lines and characterizations, all belong to Aurora, copyright October 2011.

Last time…

"Wait; hold on a second, you wrote this?" Could the man get any sexier?

"Yes."

"Babe, how many fucking brownie points are you trying to earn?" I think he might have been about to say something but I was in complete awe of him and couldn't do anything other than grab his face and kiss him for all I was worth. I pulled away only to breath and missed the taste of him immediately.

"I think it's about time we get home so you can see what my dress looks like on your floor." And everything else.

Chapter 28 – I Want To Hold Your Hand

I bet I look like a bloody idiot. Why I decided to get this done this morning before work and not after is beyond me.

Walking wasn't uncomfortable, and it certainly wasn't painful but the sensations between my legs were a little strange. It was a good strange though which was ok.

I shivered at the temperature change as I walked through the main foyer out of the cold. I was starting to feel toasty warm already and I hadn't even gotten passed security yet. I knew I'd be way too hot up in my office.

"Miss Bella we were thinking that you have gave yourself day off after the big speech night, but we are happy that you are here." I smiled at Felix's incredibly thick Polish accent, sometimes I couldn't understand what he was saying but his English was getting better all the time.

"Oh, there's no rest for the wicked I'm afraid."

"Yes, we know. But it is important, no, to take time out sometimes. Demetri tells me how hardworking you are. In Polish we say pracowity, which is hardworking so you are nasze ulubione pracowita pani." I giggled in spite of myself; it was way too early to consider trying to understand someone speaking in any language other than English. Especially when my knowledge of Polish was incredibly limited, I could only understand greetings and farewells, small things that they are trying to teach me.

"I would try and repeat what you just said but I think I'd be offending the whole of Poland if I did."

"One day we will teach you and you will be fearless and terrifying Polack queen of CGB."

"I think terrifying is a bit of an exaggeration don't you?"

"Oh no, it is funny because it is true. Demetri, he tells me what it is like when you are shouting at Mr Cullen and the others, I feel like I am missing out down here." He was laughing to himself and I had to admit that despite what he was saying I had to laugh as well.

"You know you better not let Edward hear you talking about him like that. Just because you two are my favourites…"

"Oh no, we have a lot of respect for Mr Cullen, he is good boss and he makes Miss Bella happy."

"Wha -" I knew immediately that he didn't mean 'making Miss Bella happy' in a professional sense.

"It is ok, Demetri, he told me -"

"My God do you two ever stop gossiping?" They were worse than two old women, and considering they worked in two separate parts of the building, I couldn't see how they found the time.

"No, no, no not gossip but making sure that Miss Bella is looked after. We would never say things to anyone. Our job is to protect the building yes, but more to protect you and Mr Edward. That is promise." I was quite moved by what he'd said so I leaned in to give him a hug, it was probably a little bit inappropriate but I didn't care. God knows I was already pushing the boundaries of professional at work enough as it was.

I think sleeping and living with the CEO is a little bit more than pushing the boundaries Bella.

Inner voice had me there, there was no come back for that.

I felt him bent down and whisper in my ear, "remember when you are Polack queen there is no hugging the staffs in the hallways. This is not fearless and terrifying enough!" My cheeks were hurting from laughing so hard by the time he helped me into the lift and I was still giggling on the way to my desk.

Who'd have thought that those two would be so observant? I guess I wasn't such a good judge of observational skills, being blind and all, but I'd surely underestimated them. In a way it was a good thing that they'd figured out that we were together, they'd be able to look out for certain individuals who may be paying too much attention to us, mainly Aro.

That now put the total number of people who knew about us up to three, four if I included Jake. It wasn't enough to make me too nervous but we couldn't afford to have any more privy to our secret.

I tried to be as quiet as I could and greet as few people as possible as I made my way to my office, hoping desperately to avoid Edward's attention. I wanted this to be a surprise for him and I knew if I bumped into him he'd call me into his office and ask where I'd been. He hadn't known I'd be coming in this late.

I swear I was almost there and I was about to congratulate myself on my stealth like skills but not before I bumped into Angela, who, unfortunately for me, was feeling particularly talkative this morning.

"Morning Bella, I just wanted to catch you before you got started for the day. Also, congratulations for Saturday! You were amazing; I don't think I'd ever be able to stand up like that in front of all those people. I had a tear in my eye by the end of it, and everyone was saying how great you looked, that was such a beautiful dress." I was half torn between running to my office to escape being caught by Edward and half ready to stand there frozen with my mouth hanging open because that was without a doubt the most I'd ever heard Angela say at once.

"Thanks Angela, listen I hate to be rude but I've really got to get on this morning. You know how it is, Monday morning and all that. Maybe we can catch up for lunch later in the week."

"Oh, of course! I'm sorry; I forget how busy you are."

"Ok, have a good day won't you?"

"Sure, see you later Bella. Oh, actually there was one thing, Edward wanted to see you, he didn't say what it was about, but he looked a bit agitated so best not to keep him waiting too long. You know what he's like." Yes Angela, yes I do.

I sighed as I realised that once again, I'd underestimated him. I thought it was a bit suspicious when I realised I'd had no missed calls or texts from him. Why bother when he could just wait and ask me when I eventually get in?

I wasn't stupid enough to think that he'd wait until tonight to ask me where I'd been this morning so I was hardly surprised when he phoned me to call me into his office after I'd failed to make an appearance. I decided not to take Sheila with me and left her happily munching on a bone I'd bought for her this morning as penance for being absent this weekend. Apparently she and Emmett had had a wonderful bonding weekend.

I made a mental note to take him out for dinner this week as a thank you, he'd been such a great help with looking after her and I wanted him to know how much I appreciated it. Just as long as he didn't ask me for Rosalie's underwear or bra measurements we'd be fine. I giggled to myself at how funny he became whenever I talked about Rose, not that I can see her or anything, and I'm sure she is absolutely beautiful, but the man just about melts whenever he hears her name. Even if they ended up dating I'd have to remind myself to keep bringing up his soppy state, that shit was just too good to keep to myself.

I was a lot more comfortable now and any burning that I had felt had disappeared so I strode confidently along the corridor to where Edward was waiting for me. Twenty steps ahead, evenly paced and two steps to the right, I smiled as I smelled the faint hint of the cinnamon air freshener he'd placed in there last week, I was tired of the vanilla one and this one had a lot more spice to it. It helped that Sheila approved too, I think by now whenever I said Edward's name she'd take me to him, wherever he was.

"Mr Cullen? You wanted to see me." I spoke formally for those outside who had the potential to hear what was spoken while the door was open. Even though his office was a million miles away from anyone else other than me it didn't hurt to be careful.

"Ah yes Ms Swan, please come in." I closed the door behind me and listened carefully for a moment to ascertain just where he was, but he was being unusually quiet. Normally I could tell straight away where he was. Sometimes if it was late and we were on our own up here he'd throw the door open and pull me inside without a care as to who might see us. My favourite times included when he would carry me to the wonderfully soft leather sofa and, well, we wouldn't end up discussing merger tactics that for sure.

Although talking about mergers of a different time could be productive…

I snapped out of my lusty daydream as I realised he was probably waiting for me to say something.

"Hey sorry I didn't let you know about coming in late, I knew you had that conference call with Sweden so I thought you'd be busy." And I was having the forest of my you know what felled so I really couldn't be here.

"I'm not going to interrogate you sweetheart. Maybe I just called you in here because I miss you." I realised he'd been right in front of me the whole time when I heard him speak. I didn't have time to formulate much of a response because he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. It didn't take me long to respond, I smiled into the kiss and moved my hands into his hair, loving his smell, taste, everything.

I don't know what he put in his hair to make it so bloody soft but it wasn't conditioner because mine never felt like this. I moved my hands through it and thanked any and every divine being that my boyfriend liked to take care of himself. I could feel his strong, powerful arms wrapped around me and as he got more enthusiastic his chest pressed up against mine. What I wouldn't give to be able to unbutton that pesky shirt button by button and rake my hands over my beautiful man.

I didn't have to know what Edward looked like to call him beautiful, he was like that on the inside and without a doubt on the outside. How I got so lucky I'll never know.

His hands made their way south from my waist to my hips and gradually down further to palm my bottom unapologetically and unreservedly. I never wanted him to stop exploring but at the same I could get used to the feel of his hands on me all the time. Although that may be a little convenient for when we have to you know, act like normal human beings and socialise and be around other people.

Well, I suppose being a recluse with Edward as my companion wouldn't be so bad.

I giggled as he bent his head to kiss the hollow beneath my ear, I bit my lip in restrained pleasure. He knew I loved it there and sometimes he spent forever with his lips at that point, scraping his teeth over it gently, licking it better, then blowing air softly over the tender mark, and then, of course, repeating.

Hearing his breathing become a little bit heavier was turning me on and I moaned quietly as he whispered, "I thought I told you not to wear thongs at work. How am I supposed to stay in here when your ass looks so delicious?"

"Oh you know me; I just picked out the first thing I laid my hands on." I was the one leaning against his desk now with him standing in between my legs, his hands still encasing my waist.

See if he just slid my skirt up my legs and pushed said thong aside he'd be in the most perfect position to slam…

Behave!

"Really? You know that's funny because I distinctly remember you in those lacy blue ones this morning, and I'm quite used to what they feel like under your skirt. I've got quite the accurate memory where it concerns your panties. Now I'm confused, why would you need to change your panties between getting ready for work and arriving at work?" Shit, shit and triple shit.

"Uh, well I, I had an appointment this morning." Please if you love me leave it at that.

"An appointment? Really, well, now let me think... If it was a doctor's appointment, I know you would have told me about that so it's nothing serious which is good. So if nothing's wrong then you must be able to tell me where you were this morning." His voice was quiet against my ear but the sound of his voice made me want to run my legs together for friction. How did he get me so worked up like this? If only I had half the effect on him that he has on me.

"It's a secret, or a surprise, whatever you want to call it, it's something that I'm not going to share with you just yet." I tilted my chin up in defiance, I was going to make a stand and not give in to him as I always did.

"But we don't have any secrets between us love. And as much as I'd like a surprise, I'd rather you tell me, or better yet show me." Instead of waiting for my reply he began to make a trail of kisses from my jaw to my collarbone and then across to the centre of my chest. I was too distracted by what he was doing to me to realise that he had begun to unbutton my shirt. It was only when I felt the feel of his soft wet lips edging towards my bra that I finally realised what he was doing.

"You can spend the rest of the day kissing me if you want but it's not going to make me tell you."

"Hm, why not?" I laughed softly at his antics and began to button my shirt back up, now wasn't the time for this.

I held his face between my hands as I spoke to him, "because my darling I have to get back to work and so do you." I gave him a quick peck on the lips and tried to get around him to leave.

"What did you get done at Lauren's? The curiosity will kill me if you don't tell me." Wait, how does he know I went to Lauren's?

"How do you - "

"When Jake didn't drop you to the office at the same time as me I may or may not have called him to tell me where he was taking you." Now he sounded shy and sheepish and he had every right to.

"You sneaky bastard. Well now I'm definitely not going to tell you. You'll have to wait until tonight."

"Will I like it?"

"I think you'll barely be able to contain your excitement when you see it."

"Did you get a…you know, wax? How much did you have off?"

"That's a silly question Edward; you know I'm an all or nothing kind of girl." I'm pretty sure he was gaping at me with his mouth open so I took the chance to give him another quick kiss and steal out of the door before he could react.

"Oh and Edward, try not to think about what you're going to find under my thong tonight when you come home. I wouldn't want you to be distracted at work. Love you babe." How I strolled out of there so confidently I do not know, but I know I wanted to jump up and down and do my very own happy dance.

I make that ten thousand points to Bella and none for Edward. Not bad…

I was currently dancing around my kitchen in one of Edward's shirts to the Beatles. I'd managed to leave work at just gone five o'clock, I'd fed Sheila and taken her for a walk, I'd caught up on emails that would have to be answered before tomorrow and now…I couldn't think of anything better to do than to dance to one of my favourite songs. I had such strong memories of seeing my dance to this song when I was younger and of course when they were still together.

I used to sit on the comfy chair in our small lounge and load the tape into the player and watch in awe and fascination as my father twirled my mother around the room. Sometimes I joined in and I would step on Charlie's feet while he twirled me around, most of the time I was too shy but I remember feeling like a princess when I plucked up the courage to dance with my father.

What would Edward and I be like that when we were older? It wasn't exactly difficult for me to imagine being married to him, according to Rosalie; we already acted as if we were. At the end of the day, marriage was just putting in writing that you love somebody and wanted to spend the rest of your life with them. While I wasn't completely imposed to marriage as an institution, I still couldn't help reflecting on my parent's situation.

My mother and father had married young and some years later Renee had realised that she wanted different things, I remember with absolute clarity how it shattered Charlie, he never was the sae after Renee left. A couple of years later, Renee met Phil but they decided not to get married, but for the few years they managed to have together before the accident, they were blissfully happy.

Would we be the same? Would it make a difference if we got married or if we just stayed living together as we were? I didn't even want to entertain the thought of Edward one day leaving me, but marriage certificate or not it wasn't impossible. But it was important to him, he'd been making hints, and at the weekend he'd declared with absolute certainty that one day he'd ask me to marry him, so I knew he regarded marriage with higher esteem than I did. And Rose had been right when she's said that he'd already given me a ring so now we just needed to make it official.

I allowed my mind to drift some years ahead, recreating the scene of my parents dancing but replacing with Edward and I. Would we have a child watching us dance, or children we held in our arms as we swayed together blissfully?

I imagined a small boy seated on Edward's shoulders and a little girl holding my hand as we walked around the park. The little boy would have Edward's wild hair and confidence and the little girl would hopefully look how I used to remember my mother looking with her thick brown hair and deep brown eyes. Our little boy would always want to protect his sister and she'd have a quiet confidence make sure that he didn't scrape his knees too much. Surprisingly the thought didn't shock or unnerve me, but a warm feeling came over me as I thought about the possibilities our future held for us.

I was completely baffled how I was able to think and get excited about having children with Edward in my head yet I couldn't quite make up my mind about children. Traditionally one came before the other and while it was obviously perfectly acceptable nowadays to have children and not need to get married at all, I couldn't of thinking that one had to accompany the other. I was more like my father than my mother in the sense that we were both very traditional and stuck to our decisions once we'd decided what we wanted. Apparently I looked a lot like my mum but I didn't have any photos to compare with and I couldn't say what I looked like now.

A knock at the door startled me out of my reverie and once I'd checked the time I realised I'd been sitting here for a little over two hours, I must have almost fallen asleep in that time, or perhaps I had and I'd been dreaming, who knows?

Suddenly it hit me; I hadn't spoken to Edward or been with him at all since my teasing him earlier on. I was hoping beyond anything that he was ready to ravish me now; I wanted him to burst upon the door and pull me into his arms in a passionate kiss. Then he'd carry me over to the table or better yet, the nearest surface, and pleasure me in ways I hadn't been able to stop thinking about all day.

He'd tried when we got home Saturday night, well actually it was three o'clock Sunday morning, to reciprocate for earlier on but I was nervous and I kind of froze. The thought of his mouth down there was probably one of the most erotic fantasies, other than those involving actually having sex with him, in my repertoire. The worry I couldn't shake was that there'd be too much, well too much hair for his liking. Obviously he knew exactly what was down there already; he'd spent long enough bringing me incredible amounts of pleasure with those talented hands of his. I knew it wasn't horrendous because I made sure to trim it short every once in a while, but if he was really going to go there, I want wanted it gone, all of it.

I called Rosalie on Sunday and she assured me that while the first time was painful, which it bloody well was, that it was always the worst the first time and after that it gradually got easier. I trusted her advice on all things maintenance and beauty so I let her book me an appointment at the sae place she uses and was surprised with how professional the girl was despite the fact that she now obviously knew me more intimately than any woman ever has before.

I strode confidently to my front door, ready to be ravished and confident that it would be every bit as mind blowing as Rosalie had said it would be. I also promised myself that I wouldn't get embarrassed, Edward and I were adults, and as long as he was willing then so was I. I just hoped he appreciated what I'd had done and was willing to reward me.

"Hey babe, I missed you." I opened the door wide and before I even allowed him to hang up his coat I threw my arms around him and kissed him with all the built up passion and frustration that had been plaguing me today while I thought about what would happen tonight.

He was surprised at first but he soon responded, although definitely not as enthusiastically as I was used to. I pulled away and decided to think nothing of it and thought I'd let him in.

"Well that was unexpected. Have you been home long?" He definitely didn't sound like his usual self; he didn't even want to give me a hug.

"Um, a couple of hours I guess. Are you ok?" I was disappointed but curious at the same time.

"Yeah, just tired, I think we should just have dinner then go to bed. How does that sound?"

"Fine, yeah sure, whatever you want." No, no it's not fine. You're meant to be all caveman and wanting me because I teased you today.

I was upset, sure, but I thought that he'd feel better once he'd had a shower and the chance to get changed, so I put the pie we'd made the day before in the oven and waited patiently in the kitchen while he finished freshening up.

When he did eventually come back I was sorely disappointed. All I got was a kiss on the side of my head, thanking me for making a plate up for him and after that he sat down without another word.

He was quiet and formal through dinner, making small talk with me about the project which was unusual because we hardly ever talked about work at home. It was almost like he was ignoring me, or purposely not acting like his usual self, but I had no idea why he'd be doing that. I asked him again if there was anything else bothering him but apparently he was still 'tired' so I didn't bother asking him again.

He made a couple of passing comments as we sat down in the lounge and he watched a programme all about French gastronomy. I snuggled into his side, sighed loudly hoping he'd get the hint but all he did was rub my arm for a couple of minutes and then resume watching the television. I even stretched dramatically giving him what I knew would be a good view of my chest but he didn't say anything or make any movement to indicate that he was affected by my display. As a last resort I started placing kisses up the side of his neck, the way I knew he couldn't resist but he claimed that this was the best part and he didn't want to miss the last five minutes.

What the fuck? Clearly someone who is not Edward is pretending to be Edward and has my Edward locked up in a cell somewhere because fake Edward has had him taken hostage.

I huffed in irritation now, before I was upset, now I was annoyed, impatient and horny.

Well if he was going to sit there and learn all about la cuisine de la France I was going to bed.

I was just settling myself under the covers when I heard him climb into bed, but instead of snuggling up behind me like he usually does, he fluffed his pillow, turned the bedside lamp on and started reading.

I had endured twenty minutes of pain and burning this morning and aching throughout the rest of the day and he was sitting in bed reading.

"Night love, sleep well." Yeah you too fucker. I mumbled goodnight to him and turned on my side.

"Oh you forgot your pyjama shorts, do you want me to pass you them?"

"Why bother? It's not like anything under them is going to get any attention." I mumbled my response at him and didn't bother to turn over to face him.

"Bella, what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure? Because if you're ok then I'm just going to go to sleep now."

Oh boy, do you really want me to spell it out? I spun around so he'd be facing me and put my elbow on the pillow so he'd know I meant business.

"What's the matter? I think we both know what the matter is Junior. This morning I endured the embarrassment and pain and burning of getting this stupid wax done all so I'd finally be able to show you how much I trusted you and wanted you. You knew what I had done, because let's be honest, who has to go to an appointment which is non-doctor related and has to change their underwear as a result of it. I wonder how many possible solutions there can be to that combination of events. You're a smart guy Edward I don't expect this to be impossible for you to figure out.

Jesus, I even hinted that you'd be able to see it tonight and I was hoping that you'd want to pick up from Saturday night as much as I do but no, you're so tired and so interested in that stupid French programme and then you dare to come to bed without giving me so much as a kiss goodnight and you want to read that stupid bloody book! So no, you're not just going to go to sleep you're going to pick up right where you left off and show me just how much you appreciate me waiting all fucking day for you to get your mouth on me!" I was out of breath by the time I'd finished and was breathing heavily.

Well fuck me.

Even I was surprised at, well, myself.

"Are you done?" His voice was shallower and I found he was breathing heavier than usual as well, except he hadn't been the one doing the ranting.

"Yeah I think that covered everything." Without another word he gripped me by my waist, pulled me to him so I was pressed against him, and rolled us over so he hovered over me, not supporting too much of his weight on his arms, just the way I liked it.

My core started to throb and he hadn't said anything yet but I knew that whatever happened tonight, I was going to be one hundred percent satisfied. He was hard against my stomach and I grinned knowing there was nothing between us, Edward wasn't wearing anything either.

"So when…" His lips cut me off in a searing kiss and he pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth. I gasped at his suddenness but relented immediately as I felt his tongue fighting against mine. I let him kiss me just the way he wanted and moan around his lips when he massaged my tongue with his and then pulled out a little to nibble on my now swollen lips.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that, I was so close to giving in and just taking you there when you kissed me tonight. You can't imagine how many ways I've thought about having you today. Over my desk, just at the right level so I can bend you over it and feast on you. On our dining room table, on the kitchen counter, in the shower with your leg over my shoulder, here so I can spread you open and feast on you." As he was speaking he was placing kisses down my body, swirling his tongue around my nipple, biting my breast, dipping his tongue into my belly button, it was all too much

"Fuck…Edward, please; I don't want to wait any longer." My hands were tangled in his hair and I was struggling to keep still. I could feel the wetness at the tops of my legs and I was sure the sheet below me was soaked.

"Yes ma'am."

The first thing I felt was air on me as he lifted the cover away from us to give him a better view. He kissed the inside of my thigh which sent a fluttering to the pit of my stomach.

"Next time I'll take time to worship you properly, but now I just want to taste you. Is that ok?"

"Ye…uuhhhh, oh…my…ungh." I shivered and fought not to throw my hips up off the bed as he gave me a long lick from my entrance right up to my throbbing clit. Where the skin had been burning and sensitive before, now it felt like the best kind of pins and needles and every brush of his tongue made me shiver in pleasure.

"You don't know how fucking hot it is to see you bare and open and so ready for me. Biggest turn on, ever."

He hummed against me and before I could bite my lip the strangest sounding moan erupted from me but I couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed, I was enjoying this far too much. He continued his slow pace, nuzzling the soft skin against his nose while his tongue licked softly around my clit, making me pant like a dog and move myself ever closer to his face.

"You like that? I want to hear how good it feels baby, tell me."

"So good Edward, don't stop, best ever, please, uhh."

I had my legs spread out, parted so he had complete access to me but it was harder to pull him closer in that position. As if he sensed exactly what I wanted he brought each leg up over his shoulder and pulled me towards him with his hands around my hips.

I couldn't help but clamp my legs around his head; it made it much easier for me to move against his face. I was worried about suffocating him but he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as I was.

I could feel beads of sweat starting to form on my forehead and I almost moved my hands from his hair but froze when he wound his tongue in tight delicious circles around my clit.

"Oh my…oh, that feels so good." My chest was heaving up and down and I felt the familiar coil in the pit of my stomach start to tighten and I knew I wouldn't be far off. All these sensations were so new and incredible I didn't think I was going to last much longer.

As he kept me spread open with his hands he ran his tongue down my centre and pushed it gently at first and then all the way inside of me. I let out a cry that would have sounded like I was in pain to anyone who didn't know what we were doing. He thrust in and out of me and then I realised he really was fucking me with his tongue.

How can sex possibly feel any better than this?

It was when he added his two fingers into the mix and really started pumping me that I knew I was just about there. His fingers continued to fuck me while his tongue did the most incredibly sequence over where I was aching the most and I couldn't hold on any longer.

I let out a cry and some variation of his name as it hit me like a freight train, hard and sudden and my back arched off the bed as the most blinding incredibly feeling made its way from between my legs to the rest of my body. This wasn't like any other orgasm I'd had before, it was like orgasm squared or super orgasm. Whatever it was I liked it, a lot.

I could vaguely register Edward making his way up my body and the only thought that made it into my brain was that I had to kiss him, no why or how just do.

I could taste myself on him but couldn't give a toss about anything else other than the fact that I was majorly grateful to have him in my life.

"Are you ok love?" This time when he asked I could reply in the affirmative, I couldn't be better.

"Fuck I didn't think I could love you more now than I did before you did that but I do. Words don't really cover it but, wow."

"So I didn't disappoint then? It was good." Pshh as if Edward could ever disappoint me. The fact that he said the last part as a statement and not a question told me he knew just how much I'd enjoyed myself.

"Mmmmm, it was amazing. Feel free to throw me down anytime, anywhere and do that again."

"You know I have a feeling I'm going to feel hungry around midday tomorrow, and I already know what I'll want."

"I'll pencil you in." I fell blissfully asleep in the arms of the man I loved and happier than ever.

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Happy Saturday!

Aurora