Some of you think Bella was texting Rose, but she wasn't. She simply wrote a journal entry, but she writes it like she is talking to Rose.

I walk past a Starbucks and treat myself to a venti coffee and a muffin. I'm sitting on the sidewalk terrace with my shopping bag and the anonymity of a pair of sunglasses I bought at the check-out of the boutique and light a cigarette.

My phone rings, it's Masen. I think about picking up, I'm too late, but clutch the phone in my hands as it rings for a second time.

"Hi," I'm chipper and fake, but I don't think he notices. It's one in the afternoon and he seems sleepy, his voice rough.

"Morning baby," he purrs. I know what he's doing, it's his phone-sex voice. I'm right, he's still in bed. Hearing him still makes my body tingled, especially when I imagine him naked — sheet draped over his body, morning wood loud and proud.

"It's afternoon." I say. He chuckles.

"Yeah I was up late, work stuff. What're you doing, little doe?"

The best lies are closest to the truth.

"I'm out, having coffee and buying a swimsuit."

"Hmmm..." His voice is pure sex, it's like a growl. "Anything I might like?"

I can't fight the smile on my face. This hurts. Lying to Masen hurts.

"I think so, since it barely covers my ass."

"Tell me more, baby. I'm so hard for you right now." I almost can't resist, but I'm in public and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"For me?" I ask. He lets out a throaty laugh that makes desire soar through me, settling in between my legs.

"Always for you, I wish you were here already... Longest two days of my fucking life."

"Where are you?" I can't not participate, even though it feels like I'm going to hell for this. I keep my voice low to keep eavesdroppers out.

"Bed… Naked, without you."

"All alone, are you?" I can't focus on trying to be sexy for him. My mind keeps drifting, asking myself if I'm the side piece to his gorgeous Miami girlfriend.

"Obviously… You wouldn't be out for coffee if I wasn't alone, baby."

"Oh?"

"You'd be wide awake, with my cock buried deep inside your perfect little pussy." I almost groan at his raspy voice, the lust dripping from it. I almost want to slap myself for sitting here with an overpriced coffee, when I could have been with him instead.

"That sounds so good right now." I breathe. I shift in my seat, uncomfortably trying to relieve some of this tension, my thighs rubbing together.

"It would be so fucking good, the two of us tangled in my bed all day." His breathing grows labored, and I can tell he's touching himself. It's so hot I force myself to start walking. I abandon my table and get up while throwing the rest of my muffin in my handbag, the cardboard cup of coffee warm in my already sweaty palm.

"Masen?" I ask, breathless from power-walking. "Wait for me, please?"

"What do you mean, baby?"

Wait for me, in every sense of the word.
Don't move on while I'm away, don't sleep with anyone else.
Don't touch anyone else.

"I'm coming tomorrow. And so are you." He lets out a strangled moan. He's frustrated.

"What's that supposed to mean? I want to come right now." I chuckle at his eagerness, but he doesn't seem to get it. I want him one last time before I confront him. Maybe the girl in the shop was right, and I should let him explain.

"If you get your hand of that wonderful cock of yours, I'll jump on the first flight tomorrow."

"Oh, fuck, you better not be kidding me right now." He's more serious now, less lusty.

"Trust me, I'm not. I'd torture the both of us if I were."

"You're really catching a plane tomorrow?" He asks. I hear him rustle around the bed.

"Proof to me you're getting dressed and keeping your hands above the sheets and we have a deal."

"Cock tease." He grumbles. "How am I supposed to prove that?"

"Send me a picture of your hard dick in your pants. Don't touch it until I'm the one taking care of it, please?" He can honestly lie right now, but it would still make me feel better if I hear him say it.

"Nobody touches it. Okay? It's my cock. You're fucking mine." I can't believe the tone of my voice, so foreign and strong. Masen chuckles.

"Oh, baby. It's all yours. I am all yours, I fucking promise."

Strangely, I smile. Because I believe him.

In case you haven't noticed: she can't stay away. But she's stubborn, so she won't just run to his house.
Facebook banned me for 24 hours, so I'll be back on there with teasers in about 10 hours, lol.

xo