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BPOV


51.


Things aren't weird, but they are heating up.

Reluctantly, I pull back and press his head to my chest, running my fingers through silky locks.

"Mmm", he hums while I strum the strings of his hair.

So soft.

Sensing the atmospheric shift, Edward pushes up and off me, extending his hand, which I take.

He helps me up, and although I'm concerned about the relapsing awkwardness, there doesn't appear to be any.

Edward sheepishly pats the dust off my clothing, and though it seems like an odd gesture, it really is especially thoughtful.

"Thank you."

"Can you stay awhile?"

"Bathroom?"


A/N:

Ooh, Edward wants Bella to stay for a bit.

What do you think is running through Bella's mind?

I sure hope his bathroom doesn't scare her off.

Has a male significant other's bathroom ever scared you off?

Please share your thoughts.


Thank you, my wonderful beta, Chayasara.


Thank you for reading.

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