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Ever since the night of that frat party, Edward's concern for my safety skyrocketed.
At first, I thought he was being ridiculous. But as the quarter progressed and I received e-mail after e-mail of "Campus Incidents," I understood his worry.
So, as a way of killing two birds with one stone- spending time with Edward and building my physical endurance, we hit the gym quite often. At least three days a week.
"Wanna take it easy today and just hit the pool?" Edward asks one day as we make plans over the phone.
"Ummm. I don't think I have a swimsuit. But I'll ask Alice if I can borrow hers, if she has one."
"Okay. Text me and let me know."
Turns out she did. But it was a skimpy looking two piece.
Fuck.
Less than two hours later, I'm waiting for Edward at one of the lounge chairs.
I'm fiddling around with one of the ribbons on the bikini, when out of nowhere, a warm whisper ghosts over my neck and ear.
"Peak-a-boo."
Startled, I bounce in my seat and shriek. Loudly.
"Fuck!"
People turn their heads towards us.
I blush. Edward busts out laughing.
"Damnit, Edward! Why did you do that?"
"Just wanted to see if you're still the jumpy Bella I remember," he barely manages to get out in between breaths.
"Well, now you know. Satisfied?"
"No. There's still one thing I'd like to try."
Before I could register what's happening, he pulls me in to his arms, caging me. He's tickling me at my ribs. My hips. We're causing a scene, and he doesn't seem to care.
I keep squirming beneath him, trying to fight him off, but he's still hovering over me…keeping me pinned down. We're practically skin against skin. And then, when my thigh rubs against his shorts, I notice something.
He's getting hard.