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Day 9: March 21, 2020

Bella

9:12 PDT

Los Angeles, California

Okay, Bella. Don't be a douche, don't be a douche.

I set the mug of coffee outside of Edward's door. I hope he doesn't take sugar or milk, cause I didn't grab anything. I take a deep breath, then knock on his door and retreat back across the hall. I don't even fucking know if he'll be awake yet. Shit, what time is it in Scotland right now?

His door opens before I can panic and run away. My breath catches in my throat. He's shirtless, wearing a pair of sweats that are hanging deliciously low on his narrow hips. My eyes immediately fall to the trail of hair leading down under his pants, and my mouth goes dry.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and raspy. My nipples harden immediately, and my eyes snap up to his face. I fight back a blush, though it's pretty much useless.

"Hey," I say, bringing my mug closer to my face to try to block some of the red I'm sure is spreading across my neck and face. "I don't know if you like coffee, but if you don't get it early around here, you don't get it at all," I nod to the mug at his feet. He looks down at it in surprise.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, I'd love some coffee," he rumbles, bending over to pick up the mug. His hair is a riot. I want to make it worse.

My hands twitch around my mug.

He straightens up, and he's twisted enough that I can see a dark swirl on his side. Fuck me! He's inked!

I have to get out of here. I need to retreat. He takes a sip of coffee, his eyes fluttering shut. I'm mesmerized watching his throat move.

"Damn, it's good to have good coffee again," he sighs, his eyes opening and landing on me. His eyes are the most perfect green I've ever seen. I didn't even know eyes can be that green.

"Cool, I'll see you," I say, turning on my spot. I start to head into my room when he calls out.

"Hey, Bella."

I shiver when he says my name, and I turn to look at him, arching a brow. He's leaning against the doorjamb, looking way sexier than anyone has the fucking right to look this early in the morning. "Thanks." He holds the mug out in a small salute. I nod, and then a wicked smirk crosses his face. "Nice shorts."

I glance down, trying to remember the shorts I'm wearing. They're tight—okay, they are flat-out booty shorts, and it suddenly hits me. Give Me Pizza & Slap My Butt.

I should be embarrassed, but honestly, he looks turned on, so I smirk, turning slowly to make sure he gets a good long view of my ass before I kick my door shut.

Oh Assbella and Duckward!

I announced yesterday on Facebook that there will be a companion/sequel story to this one! It will focus on these two (not split povs between six anymore). I have an outline and a few chapters written so far, and I plan to launch it immediately after this story wraps, so for those worried about not seeing enough of these two, never fear! I have you covered!

See you tomorrow, loves!