You guys missed her, I know you did. Butterfly is back...

I got to Alice and Jasper's later that night.

Seth told me the locks were okay.

I hadn't heard from Tanya, so she must've listened to me for once.

She was probably living her best fake life over at Tyler's as we speak.

I told my sister and brother-in-law everything.

The pictures.

The kid.

The proposal.

Alice was about to throw a chair through the window.

Luckily, Jasper calmed her down.

Tiny but feisty, that one.

I helped clean up after dinner.

I showered.

The guest room bed called out to me.

I was in bed by nine.

I didn't care.

I was tired, yet I couldn't sleep.

Pulling out my phone, I noticed the missed messages.

It was on 'do not disturb'.

I was such a fool.

What if Seth called?

What if Riley called?

What if Tanya showed up while Seth was changing the locks?

It was Bella.

I missed her.

I smiled at my phone.

How did it go today? Thanks again for the fun times, I really enjoyed myself. —B

Lots of dirt on Tanya. Lawyer is working on the papers… Can't wait for this all to be over. —E

Crossing my fingers for you, it can only get better now. —B

The phone rang about a minute later.

Nine-fifteen.

"Hello?" I answered but cracked a smile when I heard her voice.

"Hi, Good Guy! Figured calling would be better, I really don't want to ruin anything by my sarcastic text messages," Bella chuckled.

I couldn't contain the smile, it kept getting wider and felt goddamn amazing.

"Don't you have work?" I wondered.

Dull music on the background.

She was at work now.

"Yeah, but I only have two numbers on stage around ten. It's a slow night." She sighed.

Did she want me to come over?

"Are you ever nervous about performing like that?" I blurted out.

"Nah, not really. I used to dance, you know. Like really dance —ballet. That was much harder."

Ballet?

"Tell me about today, GG. I'm curious to see what you found out." She urged me on.

"GG?"

"Good Guy, of course! Kinda stuck now, I'm afraid." She giggled.

"Don't ever call me 'GG' again if you want to be my friend, Butterfly." I threatened.

She gasped dramatically but it turned to laughter soon enough.

"Ah fuck. Good thing I never wanted to become an actress."

"I once heard dancing is like acting, you know, when you perform?"

"Not really. I mean, I assume it can be… But dancing is all about emotions and feelings to me. The music makes me feel everything, so it's not at all an act." Bella explained.

"Where are you now?" She asked me and I wish I could hug her.

I wish she would hug me again, because I know I wouldn't be able to make a first move like that.

"I'm at Alice's —my sister. Just got to bed."

"In bed already? Well, it's been ages since I went to bed before midnight. Even on my nights off."

"Yeah, but I can't sleep anyway." I explained.

"So tell me Edward. When will I see you again?" Her voice changed tone.

She sounded —insecure, innocent.

"I'll be at Volturi's for the meeting, remember?" I chuckled, dazed that she wanted to see me again.

"Oh, right. Can you hang out for a bit after?"

"Sure, if you want that." I played cool.

"Duh! We're friends, remember?" She drawled out the word as if it was a dirty one.

I wish it was a dirty one.

Bella let out some sort of a breathy moan, and I got hard instantly.

"I have to go," she huffed. "Aro just booked a private dance."

"I'm not feeling it tonight, I'm not wearing my cutest things. It's laundry day," she explained.

"You got your boots on, right?" I joked. There wasn't any outfit on the world I wouldn't consider 'cute' on my Butterfly.

"Duh, what do you take me for?" She played.

"What color?" I wondered.

Please only tell me about the shoes.

"They're purple with pink laces," she started. "They really go well with this pink, longline bra. It has purple laces like a corset, so it's cute… But it's not my color." Bella muttered.

Thanks for that visual, Butterfly.

"I don't think anything isn't your color, Butterfly." I admitted and immediately regretted it coming out of my mouth.

"Besides, you can tell me all you want. You could be wearing rubber, fisherman's dungarees for all I know." I laughed and she joined in.

"Why, Good Guy. Are you hinting about something, now?"

I felt my cheeks grow hot.

Busted, Cullen.

I did file for divorce, right?

"I don't know what you're talking about." I chuckled silently, biting my lip.

I felt like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

A beautiful cookie jar.

"Yeah, yeah," she teased.

"I gotta go now, text me when you want to talk, okay?"

"Absolutely."

"Sweet dreams, Edward Cullen." She said, sweetly.

I almost melted.

"Don't dance too good for him, will you?"

You idiot.

"How could I ever dance good tonight, Edward? After all, it's not you in that chair…"

I didn't know what to say.

"Take care, Butterfly." I managed to croak out.

"Will do, Good Guy."

I let my phone fall down on my chest and rubbed my face, groaning.

Just a few minutes later, my phone vibrated again.

One new message.

Fuck me.

It was her picture.

Mirror-shot.

The soft lighting from the round moviestar-ish lamps illuminated her beautifully.

Shade in all the right places.

Pink on alabaster skin.

Chest pushed up, high.

Lace cups.

Big hair.

Doe eyes.

Not her cutest stuff?

She looked fucking edible.

It felt wrong, but one of my hands drifted lower and lower on my body.

Fuck, it felt good.

I needed this. A little TLC with myself.

Then it felt wrong.

I was jerking off to my friend's picture.

Friends don't do that.

I was imagining my Butterfly's hands on my cock, moving up and down.

Soft skin against my hard length.

I came hard and fast, thanking Alice for stocking up every room in her house with a box of Kleenex.

I came hard, closing my eyes and focussing on her.

No, friends abso-fucking-lutely don't do that.

I guess someone needed some tension-relief after the big truth explosion...