Stephenie Meyer owns all of Twilight, but my words are my own.


BPOV


50.


Edward's splayed on top of me, bracing his full weight with an outstretched arm.

I'm lying flat on my back with a furry rodent's view of the dust bunnies under Edward's love seat.

Love seat?

I wonder if we could . . .

Nope, not yet.

He looks somewhat panicked but still aroused.

God, he's sexy.

Caught up in this ridiculous quagmire that is fanfiction-writing-worthy, I give in to our sitcom moment and begin laughing.

Edward does, too.

Fearing this will get weird once our cackles and snorts die down, I wrap my hand around his neck and bring his lips to mine.


A/N:

It sounds to me like Bella's using all the tools in her box just to get more hang time.

Do you think you would use yours?

Would you mind hanging out with a few dust bunnies to capitalize off a compromising situation with Edward?

Please share your thoughts.


Thank you, my wonderful beta, Chayasara.


Thank you for reading.

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