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Chapter 39
BPOV
"Time? Sure, I don't have to be at work until eight tomorrow morning."
Even in the dim porch light, I can see his cheeks turn bright pink as he realizes his accidental insinuation. Bring on the endearing backpedaling.
"Not that I'm assuming I'd be staying overnight or anything. Not that I'd turn you down if you asked. Ohmygod . . . somebody stop me, please?"
I close my mouth over his lips, mostly so he'll stop digging himself deeper into his little hole-of-mortification. As I pull back, he shrugs.
"I'm such a mess around you. I have no idea what's wrong with me."
A/N: REALLY? NO IDEA? *side-eyes Edward*
One more EPOV today?
xxx ~BOH