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"Only me," I clarify. "Nothing casual. No fuck buddy business. No one else."
Bright eyes, pure affection. "Only you, Bella." A kiss to my stomach, my hip bone.
I love his embrace but, "Please stand up. Your suit—"
"Fuck the suit."
"I love your suits. I love—" I pause, pulling him until we're on the bed, me in his lap.
His face nuzzles into my neck. I sigh dreamily.
"There's something you should know," I prompt.
He might as well know everything.
"What's that?"
I search his face, uncaring if it's too soon or if he doesn't feel the same.
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My heart pounds. "I'm in love with you, Edward."
Tender green eyes. "I know," he murmurs.
"What?" He's the worst.
"I mean, I hoped. The way you look at me? I fucking hoped you were falling the way I've been, despite your wariness about the fraternization policy. I wasn't sure but I hoped."
I melt. I'm liquid and bones. A goner for this man.
"Well. Now you can be certain. I even wore this dress because of your eyes," I confess. "I must be so easy to read."
"You're not. You always keep me guessing. I love that about you."
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His mouth on mine, soft and deep.
A kiss to remember.
"You give it back as good as you can take it," he murmurs. "I love that about you, too."
"What else do you love?"
"You." Forehead pressed to mine. "I love you."
I smile. "You fucking better."
"I do. It's why I met with my father and HR the morning after we slept together."
I blanch. "You what?"
"I needed to know my options; hear more about the policy."
"Your father knows," I deadpan.
"And Phil in HR. Aro as well. My dry cleaner, too."
Laughter. "You're a maniac."