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Chapter Twenty-Seven

"I thought you had a spare bedroom?" I asked conversationally as Edward gave me a tour of his place.

It was neat and clean. Intriguing. Sparse. Uncomplicated.

Just like him.

His lips turned up into a half smile as he admitted, "I said I have a spare bedroom, yes. Just not a spare bed."

I pretended I was not affected by this little bit of information since I'd already nodded in agreement to stay the night. Who was I to go back on my nod?

"Well. That was tricky," I said softly as my pulse quickened.

Edward focused on me, something hooding his eyes. Something I couldn't quite pinpoint. It wasn't lust, no. I'd seen that before, and this could not be lust.

I had a feeling lust was not something Edward was acquainted with.

Renee suddenly took all of my focus and I quickly wondered if she would be at home tonight. If Phil would be there to distract her. If she would be worried if I didn't return home.

"What do you want to do?" Edward asked, stealing my attention yet again. "Movie?"

I shook my head despite the fact his back was now facing me. "No."

Following him to the last door at the end of the hallway, he paused. "And this is my room." His hand froze on the door knob.

"I'm standing here in suspense. Get on with it," I joked, sipping my wine.

"It's nothing crazy," he said with a sigh. "Just a bed, bureau, and books."

"Did your sister decorate your place?"

"Alice?"

I laughed. "That's the one."

Edward brought the long neck of his beer to his lips, draining its contents.

I watched. I waited.

"No," he finally said. "She offered. I refused."

He walked closer to his bed, leaning against the edge.

"I like your place," I admitted, walking to where he was standing.

"Yeah? I like you."

My blush caused him to chuckle. "You've said that before."

"Have I?" He feigned ignorance. It was cute on him. "Maybe it was some other guy you've been chatting it up with."

His words caught me off guard and I frowned into my glass.

"That would be difficult seeing as how I've hardly talked to anyone else since moving here."

"Only me?"

"Only you."

Edward set his empty bottle on the wood floor before lying on the bed, letting his arms prop up his head.

"I'm glad you came by. I was worried about you," he whispered so quietly as if this were a secret between the two of us.

Setting my glass on the floor beside the bottle, I hopped onto the bed to lie next to him.

Not touching.

"Worried?" I asked, arms by my side.

"Yes."

Edward rolled on his side, but I kept my back against the mattress; my focus on the unmoving ceiling fan.

His gaze burned into me and it took everything I had not to look at him.

"If I said you could tell me anything, would you believe me?"

My eyes betrayed me and I looked at him with a certain fondness.

"Yes."

He focused on my expression and breathed warm air onto my face. "Would you like to go with me to Black's tomorrow night? It's Emmett's birthday."

"I suppose I could clear my schedule."

Edward rolled his eyes before grinning. "Just for me?"

I hummed in response.

Anything for you.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I want to say this is the last update for the night, but I'd probably be lying.