More lies, coming your way. Love, Beagle. lol
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"Can I borrow Emmett for my holiday party?" I ask Rose the next day while getting our nails done.
"We're not into polygamy."
"I'll keep my hands to myself. I need a date who won't get the wrong idea. Emmett is perfect."
"Fine. I'm working an event that night anyway." She watches the manicurist with boredom. "Trying to make Dior jealous?"
"No. But he's bringing someone."
"Bastard."
"I told him to."
"You masochist! Just be together."
Stomach flutters. "I don't know if that's what this is."
"Do you want it to be?" Yes. Rose catches my expression. "Then ask him."
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Then ask him.
It's sage advice.
Rose's words tumble around in my head but don't leave my mouth.
What does leave my mouth is a soft moan.
Edward pushing into me from behind. My leg hooked around his calf. Deeper, deeper. His groans against my shoulder, mouth pressing a kiss to my skin.
"Fucking love this," he whispers, snaking a hand around my waist to rub my clit. "Goddamn, Bella."
I come hard.
Fall harder.
Wonder if it's too fast to be so wrapped up.
Then ask him.
"Love what?"
The words released just before he comes. "Being with you."
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"Tell me about your family."
My questions tonight; my bed.
Edward contemplates this. "My father is warm. My mother is cold. Not unloving. She's tough. Guarded."
"Like you." The words slip out of my mouth.
His smile is pinched. "I suppose."
I ask about his childhood, pushing for stupid details. What his room looked like. Who his best friend was. I just love hearing him talk. I love getting to know him like this.
I'm invested.
I'm…
falling.
Fuck.
I wonder if he can see it on my face. Hear it in my voice. Feel it when I kiss him.