I'm on the steps of the Mental Health Center by twenty to eight, five minutes early. All the stuff I bought recently is sitting on a pile next to my bed, in need of a washer and dryer so I'm a little cold in a sea green T-shirt underneath my leather jacket. At least I still have the beanie.

"Hey Summer Child." She appears out of thin air, standing right behind me with her hair in a half-ponytail, thick eyeliner that only accentuates her eyes.

I arch a brow her way and smell her perfume. It's the first time I pick up the scent and it makes me smirk.

"Summer Child?" I ask while she looks for her cigarettes in her bag.

"Freckles, tan. I've got you figured out, Masen." She narrows her eyes and she looks fucking adorable. "You ought to wear a shirt more often. I wouldn't want you catching a cold."

"Oh, really? Think so?"

"For sure. Where you from?" It's the second time she's asked me that. She doesn't let go easily.

"Miami."

"Wow. Home of the silicone boobs and skin-cancerous beaches." She's sarcastic but I love it.

"Ever been?" I ask, laughing at her comment.

"Are you crazy? I've never even set foot in Connecticut." She rolls her eyes.

I try to imagine Isabella Swan in Miami. Her pale complexion standing out against a little, hot, red bikini as the wind sweeps through her hair and the tan lines on her skin as she lays in my bed…

"Why haven't I seen you in the hotel?" I ask her, changing the subject and trying to get my head out of this picture I just painted.

"I— I kinda needed to be away from you for a bit. Doctor's orders"

"Why's that?"

"Because you're dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Would she know about me? My job?

"Yeah. And because I like it."

"You like a little danger, Doe?"

"I like things that are bad for me, obviously." She points at the poster for tonight's AA meeting sarcastically. "And something tells me you're equally as dangerous for me as booze or pills."

"Hmm…" I muse. "Interesting theory."

She stands next to me in silence while she finishes her cigarette . I do the same.

"You know what else is pretty interesting?" I turn my head and watch her lean against the concrete pillar at the entrance of the building. She shakes her head.

"The fact that you're dressed up and wearing perfume while you said this wasn't a date." I smirk.

"Oh, please. It's AA, Masen. What did you think? That I'm that easy?" She challenges and I take the bait.

"You were pretty fucking easy in my room the other day… Kissing me… Grinding your tight little body all over me…" I whispered in her ear. I could almost feel the heat radiate off her cheeks.

"Did you eat yet?" She asks me out of the blue.

"Nope."

"Then we'll go have some burgers after this dreadful meeting. There, you got your fucking date. Happy now?" Bella arches a brow at me and puts a hand on her waist.

"Depends." I shrug.

"On what?"

"Whether or not the date gets a happy ending."

She smacks me in the arm and walks inside. I watch her vinyl leggings highlight her round, perky ass and play with my tongue bar.

This fucking meeting better be over in a heartbeat.