Warning: Face farting. Stuffing. Belly kink. Burping kink.

Jekyll's POV

I hated eating. It wasn't that I wasn't hungry, I was, it's just there are much better things to do than sit down somewhere and eat something for 15 minutes. I could be doing any other manner of things, instead of sitting still and eating. As a doctor, I knew starving myself wasn't a good idea. I knew my body needed nourishment and I wouldn't have enough energy to do the things I needed to do during the day if I didn't, but I usually ignored all of the signs that my body gave me.

While I almost never ate, except when I was forced to by Lanyon or Rachel, Hyde was the complete opposite. If he was hungry, he would find and eat anything nearest to him until his hunger was satisfied. He gorged himself on food and drink until he was so full, he couldn't eat anymore. I was surprised that by this time, almost two years after I had taken the drought, that he hadn't gained any weight. Afterward, he wasn't ashamed to let everything go. Anything that came out of both ends was expelled proudly, usually getting a round of applause, cheers, and comments from those around him at the usual bar he frequented. I was ashamed of his actions but I really couldn't do anything, except watch.

Hyde never liked when I starved myself but usually, he could do nothing about it, until he found out he could control my body. The first time it happened, I felt the usual hunger pains but ignored them, and then I found I was walking toward the kitchen, though not of my own free will. I tried to turn around and go back to my office but I couldn't and continued to progress toward the kitchen. Once inside, my body rushed to anywhere there was food, grabbing whatever it could and pilling it into a metal platter that it took back into my office. Shutting the door, my body swiped all of my papers and other things aside off my desk, set the platter down, sat down in my chair, and began stuffing food into its mouth as fast as it could, taking time to swallow and breath but nothing else. When all the food was gone, it let me have control back, leaving me with an unbearably full stomach.

As I looked down at myself, I wondered what had just happened. Someone or something had controlled me. Now left with a very full and gassy stomach, I had no choice but to wait. Uncomfortable, I wanted to lay down but finding that there wasn't a place, I decided to stay seated. My stomach cramped and I could hear it gurgling. This lasted for several moments and I tried to ignore it as I got up and started picking up the loose papers scattered on the floor, only to find that the pain was constantly growing. Frustrated, I left the remaining papers on the floor, sat down and pushed my chair back from my desk, and decided there was no choice but to take care of myself. Looking down, I found that my stomach was the size of a small-sized balloon. I sat all the way back in my chair and unbuttoned and pushed my trousers down a little. This seemed to relieve a little bit of the pressure against my stomach. Next, I lifted up my collared button-down shirt and waistcoat, so I could see the rest of my stomach. It was obviously distended, and as I touched it with my hand, I could feel the food being churned into soup. It was soft in some places and harder in others. It was clear, now that I let myself focus on the pain, that I had a stomach ache. I began to rub it, to both take care of the ache and to soon help pass everything easier.

It had been a long time since I had felt this full before, the last time was when I had been a child. As a child, there were many times that I let myself eat more than I should have. Any food that was made, tasted so good that I had a compulsion to keep eating it, wanting to fill myself until I physically couldn't eat anymore. Afterward, I had gaseous outbursts that lasted from anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half. This pattern seemed to have come back, though how I didn't know. The worst part was waiting. Sitting there for almost an hour nursing my stomach ache and just waiting for what I knew was going to happen. There was sure to be gas coming out of both ends.

They started an hour later. I felt the gas bubble up to my throat as I stifled the first of many burps. It was a small one, then a longer one followed. It was natural but still embarrassing. Gentlemen shouldn't gorge themselves or be rude, much less be found partly unclothed. It simply was something that wasn't done. Yet here I was, breaking the unspoken rules. I wondered if the door was locked. Surely, someone would hear me and could come in and see me like this. They'd be disgusted for sure. I slowly got up out of my chair, pulled up my trousers with one hand, and locked the two doors with a key I stowed away back in my desk. I sat back down. At least they couldn't come in now, but this wasn't the most private of places. I supposed it would have to do. I could feel that there was more, a lot more. I groaned and closed my eyes as I lay my head back, this was going to be a long day. Then I heard a voice. His voice. I couldn't be mistaken. It definitely was him. Oh just my luck, could my day get any worse? I opened my eyes again looked over at the tall full-length mirror at the other side of the room. The glass rippled as he appeared. He laughed, breaking through the mirror, causing it to ripple again as it changed back into solid glass, as he floated toward me. I could tell he was obviously enjoying the current discomfort I was in.

"What do we have here?"

He sat on the end of the table, close to my chair, smirking at me. I glared at him. And then became embarrassed as my stomach growled in pain.

"Did piggy get enough to eat?" He poked my stomach, though not very hard. "I fattened you up. Trust me, you needed it."

I was confused. "You did this?"

He narrowed his eyes. "I can control you now."

This new information scarred me. Now, not only could he control my body, he could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him.

"Do you need help?"

I glared at him again. He ignored me as his hand reached for my stomach. I slapped it away, angrily. "Don't you dare touch me!"

"I'm just trying to make you feel better."

I continued to glare at him.

"This is a good look for you piggy."

I was confused, now. He was looking at me seductively. Now usually, he would look at others this way, never at me. The closest he would get to this when he interacted with me, was when he was trying to sweet-talk his way out. He touched my stomach this time. We didn't really touch each other. That wasn't something we did. His hand splayed over me. He made a hum of approval and then he began to rub gentle circles over my stomach.

I didn't realize I would be sensitive there. I groaned and closed my eyes and then quickly opened them again and looked away.

"Feels good doesn't it?"

I swallowed and didn't say anything. Why should I tell him the truth? Why should I even tell him anything? He's the one that caused this mess in the first place.

He took his hand away.

I swallowed the next gas bubble that came up, not wanting to embarrass myself further. His taunting was the last thing I wanted.

He stood up and stepped in front of me, crossing his arms and glaring at me he said, "I'm going to ask you a few questions and I need you to be honest with me."

"Do I have to be?"

He gave me a deadpanned look.

I sighed. "Fine. But you can't tell anyone else about this."

"Of course. It'll be strictly between us."

I sighed "Ask away, then."

"Do you like feeling extremely full?"

There's was a sense of satisfaction in knowing I had eaten a lot and feeling it at the same time. I realized I had missed this feeling when I did this as a child. I was uncomfortable yes, but what was more important, was the fact that I had eaten all of that food earlier and now I could feel it inside me, filling me. The stomach ache that came with it was, unfortunately, an uncomfortable side effect but as I focused on how full I was, I felt proud, happy, and satisfied. "Yes. I used to do this when I was a child. I would sneak food out of the kitchen when I could and take it to my room. I'd gorge myself there until I was full and that made me happy. The fact that I could eat all that food and feel it filling me up inside me. Afterward, I would feel proud, happy, and completely satisfied."

"So you like to gorge yourself too?"

Anything I could get my hands on. Any food really, it didn't matter. I scarfed everything down at first, when I first started, wanting to get as much food in me, as fast as possible. But soon, I realized that it was better to savor flavors and chew slowly. I didn't need to rush. It was all going to the same place eventually. "Yes, I ate anything I could get my hands on. I would scarf everything down but then I realized I should savor the food and chew slowly."

"But you'll get more gas if you eat faster."

"That's true, but if you eat slower, you'll appreciate the flavors a lot more."

"But what about the gas."

"You'll get a lot, I'm sure, but you'll choke if you're not careful so, it's better to go slow. If you eat the right foods, you'll get the gas you want. You won't have to practically inhale it."

"Do you like when the gas comes out?"

That was a strange question. It obviously was yes but if I actually thought about it, did I actually like to feel the gas in me? Yes. It certainly intensified the feeling of being full but wasn't really the main reason why I did it.

Was I relieved when it was gone? Well, Yes. Eventually, however much you actually like being full, it eventually has to come out sometime.

The next question that I asked myself was a little bit stranger, did I like the act of releasing? That was complicated. Unlike Hyde, who pushed everything out as hard as he could, I was one to let my body do its own thing. The gas would come when it would come and I wouldn't force it out. It would come slowly, softly, and with ease. That didn't mean that it was always breezy though, some were loud, but most of the time mine made little noise or no noise at all. I felt forcing myself to be unhelpful and unneeded. You just needed to have patience.

Did I like the smell? While my burps and gas expulsions were soft and short, that didn't mean that they didn't stink. The aftertaste of acid and the food I just ate was kind of a strange thing, I thought of it as almost as if you ended up eating your own stomach acid after you'd eaten. Actually, that is discussing. That would be most unpleasant and impossible to do unless you actually wanted to cause yourself internal damage and have your stomach hanging by your intestines. I shivered at the mental image. Maybe I should stop myself before I go even deeper into this thinking.

I decided to think about the other end. Those also were usually as soft as my burps were and they also stunk, maybe even more than my burps. Like my burps, It like smelling the inside of your small intestine, which probably would be just as unpleasant as drinking your stomach acid, and again, if you did want to do that it would involve internal scarring and you'd end up with half of your small intestine out of your sphincter. I shivered at the mental image again. I really need to stop thinking like this. "Yes. I like the feeling of it inside me and then the act of releasing it. It feels good but I don't like the taste or smell. It's embarrassing to do this after so long."

"So you won't mind if I help you out?"

"Any help is appreciated."

Hyde placed his hand on my stomach again and begin to rub gently in circles.

I swallowed another burp.

"So is this a loss of control thing for you?"

"I suppose it is. Though it's more indulgence than the loss of control maybe it's a little of both."

"I didn't know the painted gentleman could lose control of himself."

I laughed at the ridiculous phrase that once was an insult. "Are you surprised?"

"At first I thought it would be fun to humiliate you, but then you enjoyed it. You let go. It was strange to see you like this but at the same time, I won't deny that it's something I could get used to."

"You like to see me like this?"

I glanced down in-between his legs and saw his interest. I was arousing him. He was smirking now, not ashamed in the slightest that he was interested. I gulped. This definitely was different.

"So the spirit of London at night can be undone by none other than himself. This definitely is interesting."

He blushed. He actually was blushing.

"Just don't tell anyone, ok."

"It's just between us."

He started rubbing my stomach again. "There's a lot of gas in here. Why hasn't it come out yet?"

"Well, I'm embarrassed about doing it in front of someone else."

"All you have to do is just let go. I do it all the time."

"The only reason you do it is that you have an audience."

"I don't only do it for the audience, I also do it for myself."

"What?"

"Everything your feeling right now, I love feeling that way too. I love to show people what I can do but mostly, I do it because I like doing it to myself, the same way you do."

"Oh."

Unbidden, my imagination created Hyde, stretched out on a bed rubbing his full stomach, his half-lidden eyes begging me to help.

I shook my head out of my fantasy and found Hyde smirking at me. "You want to see me like that too, don't you?"

I was a little embarrassed when I answered, but it was the truth. "Yes."

"First, let's get you taken care of."

"What about you?"

"I can take care of this on my own."

"But I want to help you, it's only fair to repay you."

"After you're done."

"Putting myself first isn't something you usually do."

"It's well worth it to me. It's a win-win for both of us. Can you open your legs for me?"

It was a strange request but I did as he asked and he moved as close as he could, while still being able to reach my stomach.

"Now don't hold anything back, give me all of it."

I fought down my embarrassment. I was going to give him a performance and I needed to be confident and sure of myself. I didn't have to worry if it was good or not. He would appreciate honesty and anything I had to give was good enough. I needed to relax and let go. Enjoy myself. That was easier said than done but I would try for his sake.

"You need to tell me where it hurts the most, so I can see how much I can get out of you."

I liked this new side that Hyde was showing me. It was a strange, passionate, controlling side, that I didn't mind giving my full devotion to. I knew all the burps I had been swallowing were going to come back up and they did and as I opened my mouth, a long, loud, minute burp burst out through my lips.

Hyde smirked again as soon as it was over. "My, you have a talent."

"I was swallowing them down, until now. They're usually not that long."

He gave a hum, as he acknowledged what that meant.

There was silence in the next several minutes as we both waited. This was a nice change from the usual yelling and slamming doors that was our usual relationship, until now. It was refreshing not to have him yelling at me or insulting me or making up his own little monologues. I wonder what changed. Was it the situation itself or was there something more behind his strange, new, behavior? "Is there another reason why you like this so much?"

He looked up from massaging me for a moment, with a confused look, for what I meant.

I continued, "I know you've already told me that you like me like this but do you like me more than that?" I was afraid of his answer.

"You saw it didn't you?"

Then I remembered what I saw when I quickly glanced down, and it all started to made sense. He loved me and this was his confession. How should I react? And did I love him back, as he loved me? I swallowed. We did get along most of the time, even though we got on each other's nerves at other times. Was it really that bad to move our relationship forward, after all, we've gone through? I was at a crossroads and I had to decide. I was willing to fall into the sinfully delicious pit that was Edward Hyde. "I feel the same."

His knowing look told me that my stares from the mirrors in the bar were not ignored. I guess I've always loved him and now, I could show it.

"I'm going to give you a show you're sure to never forget."

He hummed. "One I'm sure that you'll gladly repeat for me, right?"

"Only for you, love."

"Then let's start the show, your audience is getting impatient."

"I'm in control and I get to decide when I start."

He narrowed his eyes again and said "Start. Now."

"Alright, alright." I guided his hand to one of the hard spots just below my belly button and he pushed down. Another burst of gas came out of my mouth. This lessened the pain somewhat though, I knew it wasn't over. I didn't know what Hyde had fed me so I couldn't guess how much I'd have, but I knew there'd be a lot, for our enjoyment. I focused on the happy, full, feeling instead of the pain that continued to course through my stomach. I closed my eyes. Bliss, that's what this was, complete and utter bliss. Hyde's hand was skillful as it moved gently about my stomach to find the next hard area to coax gas out from. I let him take over and just sat there and relaxed under his careful touch. Then I thought of asking him the same questions he asked me, to learn more about if we had more similarities on this new eating pattern we could share.

"So, do you like to feel the gas filling you too?" I opened my eyes to see him still gently pushing in spots with his hand, his other hand lightly cupping my hip. He looked up at me as he answered.

"Not as much as you, it makes me more uncomfortable than anything else."

I thought back to the fantasy of Hyde and changed it to him uneasy, restless, and twitchy, his arms crossed looking at me with a glare to get me to hurry up and help comfort him from the pain he was feeling. This was a more accurate version of Hyde when our situation was switched. He was gentle and caring, at least with me in this setting but if I was honest he probably would act how he usually would, at least until I paid him the attention he deserved. His acceptance of my help while I comforted him through his pain was a wonderful concept that I wanted to experience the more I thought about it.

"What about releasing?"

"That's my favorite part. Everything comes out of both ends, loudly. I'm not afraid to push as hard as I can."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course it is. That's the way it's always been with you."

He laughed.

"What about the gas?"

"I love the smell of my own but I don't know about yours yet. I've never experienced it before. You don't mind giving me a sample do you?"

"Of course, if you want it. What do you want me to do?"

"Fart and burp in my face." He then quickly added, "Please."

"Oh, so you do have manners."

"I do but only with people I trust."

"I'm honored. Am I the only one you trust?"

"One of the main ones." He admitted.

"Who are the others?"

"They're mostly friends from the bar."

"Does that include your two 'friends' you bed with often?" My anger spiked at the two special whores he decided to sexually indulge himself with nightly, in his escapades in the East End.

"Are you jealous?"

"If you have a romantic relationship with them as well."

"That's not how it works between us. We purely just mess around sometimes."

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

"I'm not. This is real and honest between us. You're the only one who loves everything about me."

"They don't know that you like….whatever we're doing right now?

"I never told them. They would think me weird for not being like their normal customers."

As I looked into his eyes, I knew he was telling the truth. Whenever he lied, his eyes would shift subtlety to the left and his hands would twitch at his sides or fiddle with his clothes, but he wasn't doing any of that, he was looking straight at me.

"Including our shared indulgences."

"That's not the main reason I love you but it is a perk."

"If I asked you to stop seeing them, would you?"

He thought about it before replying, "You're more fun anyway."

"Really. More fun than them, than the Blackfrog Bazar, than the whole of the East End?"

"Well…pretty close."

I'd wanted him for a long time, sure, but I'd thought it was unrealistic, with him being the wild spirit he is, I'd be impossible for him to settle down with anyone, especially me, but seeing I was wrong was a relief. But in my mind, if it did work out, I'd thought it was going to be slow and take time. This was unrealistic, how did I think a relationship was going to be any different than how he handled everything else? I needed to start thinking realistically and not stuck in my fantasy of what I wanted our relationship to be like. It was going to be fun, messy, a whirlwind of desire, passionate and maybe he'd be committed, though the commitment part was a little shaky. Would he need other partners? I hoped not. I knew I could give him anything he wanted or needed, all he needed to do was ask or tell me. I'd be willing to do anything, no matter how strange it was but I did have boundaries, I was sure of it, but at this point, I didn't know them. We'd find them together.

I felt the churning begin again and though I had released a little of the built-up pressure, I was far from done. I groaned in pain again. I ground my teeth as a new wave of cramping pain took over. "….hurts. Can I lay down?"

"Yeah, sure. Let me just find a spot."

Hyde walked around all the mirrors in the room, across the wood floor, which creaked in several places, and opened the drapes. The light from the outside world streamed in and I momentarily was blinded and blinked until I could clearly see the room bathed in sunlight.

"No so wide, someone might see us from outside."

Hyde turned back to glare at me. "I need light to find a place for you to lay down."

"Yes, but do you need that much light?" I gestured to the fully open drapes.

He gave me another deadpan look. "You have nothing else to use in your office."

It was true, there were no other light sources other than the window and the light through the closed door but I liked my room dark so I could study and do my work. I gave up trying to argue.

"Fine."

Hyde looked around the room thoughtfully until he looked back at me and said in finality, "The desk."

"My desk?" I asked with disgust. "Were not using my desk."

"Would you rather use the floor?" He raised an eyebrow.

The floor was more uncomfortable than the desk. I sighed. "No, but first you can pick up the things that you shoved to the floor."

"Sorry." He apologized as he looked at the mess of papers and other nick-knacks that were strewn about the floor around my desk. He walked and bent down to retrieve them, putting them on the countertop in a half hazard pile that I supposed would do for the moment, until I could put them away in their proper place later.

"You need help laying down?"

"You think I need help because of this?" I gestured to my distended stomach. "I am more than capable of walking by myself, thank you."

I slowly got up, held my stomach, and walked to the desk, where I sat and lay down on my back. This was more comfortable, though the cold wood was hard against my back. As soon as I noticed this, I ignored it and focused back on my cramping stomach that I again tried to soothe with my hand. I looked toward Hyde, who was next to me. "See?"

"You don't need to be so snippy about it. I was just trying to help you. I didn't want you in more pain than you already were in."

"Oh." I had assumed that he thought I was weak, not that he wanted to save me from causing more pain to myself than was necessary. "Sorry."

"I get snippy too."

I laughed, "Yeah."

"Now where were we?"

He was about to make a move to get up on the desk when I interrupted him.

"Shoes off."

"But-"

"Shoes off and mine too."

He grumbled but took off his shoes and threw them in a random direction before taking mine off, but more gently than his.

"Now come here."

He complied by getting up on the desk, getting to his hands and knees, and crawled his way to me until he was sitting on my legs close enough to touch my stomach.

"Clothes off?"

I nodded, "Except my knickers."

He pulled my trousers off, crumpled them, and dropped them to the floor. He then unbuttons my waistcoat and my shirt, letting them join the trousers on the floor. The Ascott he untied and dropped to the floor. Now in nothing but my knickers, he took a moment to appreciate my body. His eyes roamed over me taking every detail they could, which made me a little nervous. I'd only been looked at with that kind of desire once, but that was a long time ago and it only lasted a short while before my partner broke it off with me. They said it was just fun and had never been anything more than that, and that made me upset. I had loved the mysterious werewolf Morticant with all my heart and she had left me. I knew Hyde was different than her, at least I thought so. This was more than a fling. I had the least experience compared to Hyde but I paid attention to a couple of times he had fun with his 'friends, even though I was still jealous that I had not been the only one Hyde had eyes for, at the time.

"See anything you like?"

"Tease," Hyde replied.

I laughed. "Exactly."

"May I…," he asked as he focused on my belly again. He licked his lips and looked up to me, "Please touch you?"

"Good, you're learning. Always ask permission. Go ahead love, it's all for you."

Hyde's hands found my stomach and started to rub again.

"You're so beautiful like this, you know that."

"I'm well aware but tell me more."

"I can hear every sound and feel every emotion in there and you're so warm and full and round. I want to touch you everywhere."

"Be my guest."

Hyde kissed every inch of my distended stomach. I found I was very ticklish and sensitive all over that area. Then he kneaded and played with the thin layer of soft fat that was around my middle with his hands. I hummed in appreciation but after a while of this, I thought it was best to get the rest of my gas out of my stomach, so I could feel less uncomfortable.

"Though I enjoy what you're doing down there, I'd appreciate help getting all of my gas out."

Hyde stopped what he was doing and began rubbing my stomach again.

"I'd like you to explain how you'd like me to do the uh… in your face parts."

"I want to be able to smell and swallow them at the same time."

"I'm not sure you can do both at the same time. How about I alternate instead."

"Yeah, sounds good."

I sat up and used my hands to balance myself. I tried to get something up so we could start but after a few tires with no success, I guessed Hyde would have to push to get them up instead.

"I need you to find a spot and push."

Hyde diligently went over every spot, little by little, until he reached a pocket. Before he had a chance to push down, I stopped his hand with my own and said, "Smell this and tell me what I ate."

"I actually don't know what I fed you. I was hungry and I piled on a whole bunch of things."

"Can you try?"

"Yeah, but I doubt I'll be very precise."

"Just take your best guess. Remember, I can always give you more if you need it. Ready?"

He nodded before he pushed slightly, causing it to travel up and out, and at the same time, I brought his face close to mine gently, trying to get his nose as close to my mouth as possible. I burped at the same time he inhaled.

"Meat, nuts, fruit, and pastry's I think."

"Wow, your good. Are you sure you don't need to double-check?"

"I'm pretty sure," he shrugged, "But it wouldn't hurt."

With the next, he sniffed a couple of times before he nodded, "Yep, that's it."

"That sounds like it smells good."

"It does."

"See if you can get another out to taste it. I think it's going toward the other end now."

He searched one last time for another pocket and he found a big one. Then he surged forward and captured my mouth with his and I blew the stale air into his mouth. He pulled away, humming with his cheeks full and his eyes closed before swallowing.

"Tastes just as good as it smells and now I feel all warm.

"Want me to give you more?"

He nodded and begged, "Yes, please."

I leaned back more on my hands, bent my knees, and widened my thighs. Hyde crawled forward and bent his head down at the invitation. I felt a little gas travel down and I pushed gently. It was silent and short and I hummed at the relief. He sniffed it deeply. "How's it smell down there, love?"

"Good." He replied.

I felt another surge of gas. This would be bigger than the last one. I pushed out a short brassy burst.

I thought I'd change positions but I wanted to make was it was ok with Edward first. "I want to try a different position but I don't know if you'd have a preference for any particular one."

He lifted his head and with a glimmer in his eyes said simply with a smirk, "Fart on my face."

My eyebrows lifted. "Are you sure?

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright then."

I shifted until I was on my knees. I have never seen him move faster. He lay down and looked at me with anticipation.

I turned around and walked on my hands and knees until I was hovering above his face. His hands gently grasped my behind as he guided me down. I only put my full weight on him, when I was sure this is where he wanted me.

"Is this ok or do I need to move?"

I heard a muffled, "You're fine."

"Do you want me to start now?"

"Yep."

With another push, a loud shrill five-second bought of gas excited me.

Feeling him under me was strange. I didn't how to feel about the position we were both in with me sitting on him and pushing bouts of wind close to his nose. It definitely wasn't something I would enjoy, would I have been under him. I knew he was enjoying every second and I loved giving him these small blissful moments.

One of my hands found his blond hair and started to pet it gently.

There were only a few more handfuls of gas left inside me until I was out. Edward needed to know.

"Edward love, I've only got a few more."

He gave a hum.

I pushed the last three remainings out as hard as I could to give Edward a finale with three short bubbly expulsions.

I got up off of him after I let him smell my last one for a few minutes.

He was dazed, with a small smile on his face. He sat up and leaned back on his hands a few seconds later. I unintentionally glanced down and found his interest. I quickly refocused on his face, embarrassed.

He smirked.

"No sex."

His smirk disappeared.

"I'm tired from everything we just did. We'll work up to that."

He nodded.

"Come here."

He came, straddled me, and sat in my lap with his hands on my chest.

I cupped his head in my hands.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you."

"I was waiting the entire time for you to say something, you git."

I laughed. I leaned down and kissed him softly.

"I have work to do still. I'll see you tonight Edward."

"One more kiss?"

"You're so needy."

He laughed.

We kissed. Then he left and I began to put on the rest of my clothes, my stress gone and undeniably happy.