The last four words in this cluster of chapters was a title contender for this fic *snort* kidding. Ummm thank y'all for indulging me! Seriously! More tomorrow.
67
We sleep.
Well, he does. My mind is going haywire because I'm in Edward Cullen's bed.
I'm shifting too much. He opens one eye.
"Go to sleep," he murmurs.
"I can't."
How will this play out now? We'll be nice to each other? Or at the very least, civil? Will this happen again? I'm not expecting forever.
I don't even know if I believe in that.
I see what happens to people's relationships every day.
I know how this will end.
His eyes open fully, too aware. Perceptive. "What's wrong?"
"What did you mean when you said 'since day one'?"
68
"I meant since that first day you started at the firm, I've been intrigued by you. Curious." He hesitates. "Captivated."
I'm unsure he's telling the truth.
He must understand my expression, so he expands.
"It was the middle of September. You had on this tight black sweater dress. Your heels had red soles."
He's right. Rose lent me a pair of Louboutins for my first day. I never gave them back. They're on Edward's bedroom floor now.
"If you'd never heard me talk about you, you'd've never pursued me?" I wonder.
It seems tragic.
Our mutual pining disguised as hate.
69
"I didn't have a plan. Still don't. But now I don't have to keep my distance anymore." His hands roam, cupping my ass. "Now I can live out every filthy thing I've thought about you."
"And you think I'm so willing?" I taunt, palming his cock until he's completely hard.
"I hope so."
We kiss.
"Don't overthink this," he murmurs.
"Okay." I mean it. "Only if you tell me about these filthy things you've thought about."
"Tell you? I'll show you." His grin is nearly wicked, his mouth brushing my ear as he makes a demand: "Sit on my face."