How do y'all stand me lying to you so often? haha enjoy!
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"Jared's onto us. He's no longer my date for the party." We're in Edward's bed after dinner, sweaty and sated. "You scare him."
He laughs. "But I'm so personable."
"With me, you are." I cuddle against him. "Are you bringing someone?"
He hesitates. "Yes."
"Who?" Jealousy nags.
"Someone I see occasionally. She's an easy plus-one. It's casual. Consider it canceled."
"Don't cancel on my account," I say coolly. "We need to keep this under wraps. Let her come. I'll bring someone else."
Lines blur.
Undefined.
Whispered words in my ear before I doze: "Don't want anyone else to touch you."
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The first thing Edward asks when I wake: "Who's Dior?"
"What?"
Shit.
"You were talking in your sleep." He's a combination of amused and accusing.
"Dior's this insanely sexy man…"
Murderous eyes. A growl. He's unaware he's jealous of himself.
"It's you." I'm embarrassed. "It's the nickname I have for you. Whenever I'd talk about you to my friend Rose… it's what we call you." I recall the origin of the story.
His impish grin is uncontained.
"You talked about me?" Delight.
"Only bad things," I say, joking but not.
Infatuation disguised as hate.
He smirks. "Wouldn't expect anything less."