Love that you all enjoyed Edward and Bella's weird-fact dirty talk, lol. These two are truly something else!

Thank you to Frannie and Dani!

Day 14: March 26, 2020

Edward

16:43 PDT

Los Angeles, California

I'm heading out of the shower dressed in sweats with a towel slung over my shoulders when I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I look up to see Emmett glance over at me. His shirt is tucked into the back of his running shorts like a flag, and he pulls his headphones out of his ears, nodding to me.

"Hey, man," he calls.

"Hey," I call back. I haven't talked to Emmett, at least, not one on one. We talk a bit when the group does dinner outside my room. "Run?" I ask, nodding toward him. He glances down his body before looking back at me.

"Yeah, you run?"

I smirk, tugging at my hair. "Usually." I'm actually going stir crazy not running. Bella helps, and not just in releasing pent-up physical energy, but I miss running.

Emmett considers this. "You'll have to come running with me when you're free," he offers. "No one here likes it."

I smile at him. "Yeah, that sounds great."

He nods, and his eyes flicker to my closed door. I follow his gaze before looking back at him. "Has Bella tried to shank you yet?"

I do a double-take, and Emmett lets out a booming laugh. "Huh?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "We went on a hike a few days ago, and she brought a meat cleaver. Watch your back, man; girl is into sharp objects."

I consider that as I look back at my closed door. "She was talking about murder this morning in her sleep," I muse. Maybe I should make sure to frisk her whenever she comes into the room.

The thought intrigues me, and I have to shake my head slightly to clear the thoughts before I sport a fucking hard-on in the hall.

Emmett laughs, and I look back at him.

"Man, I can't wait until you two can come out and hang with the rest of us. We needed another dude around here."

I smile at him, tugging at the towel around my neck.

"It'd be awesome to hang out," I offer, tilting my head slightly. Emmett grins at me.

"I'll see you later, man. I gotta shower."

He heads down the hall, and I turn to my room, pushing the door open. Bella is sprawled across my bed, dressed in one of my shirts and nothing else. Her ass is still hanging out, and it takes all my fucking willpower to ignore it.

"Who was that?" she asks, glancing up from her phone.

I hang the towel up on the hook by the door. "Emmett." She hums, and I glance at her. "He said you're likely to be carrying sharp implements. Should I conduct a body check whenever you come in here?"

Bella looks up at me through her long lashes, and my joke starts to backfire. I was already turned on, but now she's looking at me like that.

"Scared you can't handle me?" she asks, coy in the most wicked of ways.

I huff out a laugh, moving to the bed and slapping her exposed ass as I pass. She yelps as I throw myself on the mattress. "I think I can handle you just fine."

She scrambles to her knees, turning to face me. I know it's not realistic to want sex constantly, but fuck, it's always more with this girl. I can't get enough.

"Tell me something about yourself," she says, surprising me. I blink, looking at her.

"Like what?"

She shrugs, and for a moment, she looks younger than twenty-two, her messy hair spilling over her shoulders, drowning in one of my T-shirts. She shifts to sit cross-legged, and I can see her pussy, just peeking out under the hem of the shirt.

She smacks my knee, and I blink, looking back up at her. "What?"

"You're such a perv," she sniffs. She doesn't sound even the slightest bit angry, though, so I flash her a bright smile.

"What do you want to know?"

Reminder that this week is about these two. It'll keep going back and forth between them this week!

See you loves tomorrow!