I don't own Twilight. SM does.
37.
Edward
With extreme effort and a lot of unsexy imagery, I managed to will away my hard-on. About fifteen minutes after Bella left me, I finally managed to exit the staging area and go back to the reception. On the way I passed the seating plan for the dining room. I was on the top table, placed next to Bella. Yes!
Grinning to myself, I headed into the reception hall.
"Hey, Pianoman!" Emmett called. "Where you been?"
Pinning your girlfriend against a door, making out with her and almost dry-humping her.
I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray.
"Just here and there." I replied nonchalantly. As I stood closer to him, I realised that Emmett was absolutely tanked. No wonder he was being friendly.
"So, Alice says you and Jazz-man go way back. That's cool."
"Err... yeah. Our parents were next door neighbours. We grew up together. And you went to university with Bella and Alice?"
"Yeah. Those girls saved my ass on more than one occasion." He smiled to himself. "Bella especially. Tough love. But man, I needed it. She's... she's the best." I didn't know what to say to that. Luckily Emmett didn't seem to need an answer. "So, Pianoman, which one of these lovely ladies are you hoping to get your fingers on?" He said, suddenly changing the subject.
"Oh, I-I don't know... I'm not really..."
"Dude, are you gay?"
"W-what? No!"
"Girlfriend?"
"No..."
"Then why aren't you gonna try and tap some of the talent? If I wasn't madly in love, you can guarantee I would be out there. Weddings, they make girls horny. So easy to score pussy!"
Madly in love?
Shit.
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