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Day 13: March 25, 2020

Bella

2:34 PDT

Los Angeles, California

I should be asleep. I should be passed out, dreaming about any number of delicious things—in particular, Edward—but I'm not. Instead, I'm obsessively researching this fucking virus.

Some sites tell me that after four days of no symptoms, we're likely in the clear. Others advise it can take eleven days.

Nothing out there is consistent, and it's driving me up the walls.

I hear the toilet flush, then the water runs, and I freeze. He's awake. Of course, he's still dealing with jet lag, so he's usually awake in the middle of the night. It's knowledge I frequently take advantage of.

I shut my laptop, tossing it on my bed as I take a deep breath. Then, before I can talk myself out of my decision, I climb out of bed and stride across the room, opening my door. He's back in his room, and I let out a shuddering breath, crossing the hallway. I hesitate for a single second before knocking on his door. I hope it's quiet enough that no one down the hall hears me.

There is light shuffling before the door opens. I don't step back, and now we're within arm's reach of each other. I've never been this close to him, and even in the dark, he's breathtaking.

His eyes are wide. "What's wrong?" he asks, his eyes flickering down the hall.

I shake my head, my throat tight. "I don't fucking care anymore."

His eyes meet mine, and he knows what I'm saying.

"You're sure?"

I take a step toward him in answer, crossing the boundary of his room. He doesn't step back, his eyes trained on me. "The Internet said you're probably not sick after four days of no symptoms," I say softly. "And what the hell do I have going on that can't be pushed back fourteen days."

Edward hesitates only a second, and then we're both moving, colliding in the short space right inside his room. His large hands wrap around me and burn through the thin cotton of my T-shirt. I kick the door shut behind me, and then he's pressing me into it as his mouth devours mine. He tastes faintly minty from his toothpaste, and his deep, delicious scent—honey and sunshine—burns through me.

I want to devour him.

His long body presses me into the back of his door, his hands trailing down my arms, capturing my fingers. One of his legs shifts, slipping between mine, pressing up against me. I whine into his mouth, my hips grinding down against him as he draws my hands above my head, pinning me down. It's driving me fucking wild.

He holds my hands with one of his while his other comes down, running over my body. I rip my mouth from his, gasping in deep breaths as he sucks along my jaw and down my neck. The light stubble scrapes my skin, leaving a tingling burning path in its wake. My body bows away from the door, my breasts jutting out, desperate for his touch. His lips find my collar bones, suckling lightly on them while his free hand snakes up the bottom of my shirt.

My body jerks when his warm hands brush against my stomach, stroking higher and higher.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's been to stay away from you?" he demands, his voice low and raspy. I moan as the tips of his fingers brush the bottom of my breasts. "How fucking hard I've been watching you strut around in those fucking outfits you barely wear." His hand reaches up, pinching one of my nipples, and I cry out, my legs clenching around him.

"Fuck, I know," I gasp. "I can feel you watching my ass."

He growls, and the sound is deep and reverberates through both of us. It's one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard, and we can both feel how wet it makes me. He grinds into me as I undulate underneath him, my hands grasping at air, trying to grab onto him.

"Fuck," he growls. "Get on the fucking bed."

He lets go of me, and I nearly collapse, my legs shaky underneath me. I look up at him, and he's staring at me with dark, hooded eyes. I lick my lips, stepping from the door. He watches me as I take my sweet ass time, crossing the room. As soon as I'm past him, a sharp stinging smack slaps across my ass, and I gasp. I turn to look back at him.

"Now," he snaps, his eyes burning with an intensity I can feel in my bones. I moan as I scamper to the bed, throwing an extra sway to my hips.

I can feel his eyes on my ass again.

I bend over, making sure to wiggle my ass at him as I crawl onto the full-size mattress. He's definitely an ass man.

I hear him move, and before I can even glance back at him, he's slapping my ass again, making me moan. My back arches and my whole body presses back into him. His hands slip down my spine, grabbing a handful of my hair. He yanks my head back as his body covers mine. "You like it rough, baby?"

The electric current snapping between us grows brighter, stinging my skin with need. "Fuck, yes," I moan, grinding my hips against his. He hisses in my ear, biting down on the lobe. He soothes the bite with his tongue while his hand slips under my shirt, massaging and pinching my nipples until I'm hard enough to cut glass.

I'm a live wire, a raw nerve being pushed higher and higher until the pleasure is almost painful.

At once, Edward lets go of me, and I whimper, nearly collapsing on the bed. I look back at him as he pulls his shirt over his head. "Strip."

Longer chapter today, but don't worry, longer chapter tomorrow too!