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The tension between us expands and fills the room, but it doesn't bother me like I think it should. He's incredibly hot, and also, easy-going, flirtatious, and extremely confident. It's an interesting combination that I find myself unexpectedly attracted to.

"Well, Edward," I say, taking a deep breath and standing from the bed. "Since you're being kind enough to share this space, then I should probably do my part." His eyes are tracing a path across my skin, and I ignore the way it makes me tingle. "Breakfast will be ready in thirty."

I turn and strut from the room, holding myself back from breaking into a run. The kitchen isn't hard to find, and I put him out of my mind as I get to work on blueberry waffles and eggs while still dressed in only my underwear. Alice was right, the place is stocked, so Edward and I should have no trouble being stuck here for a few days.

Well, no trouble with food.

The rest, I guess we'll see.

"Mmmmm." A rumbling hum comes from behind me, and I nearly jump out of my barely-there lace. "A man could get used to this."

I play it cool, calm, and collected. "It's freeing," I say, cracking eggs into a pan. "My bag is still in my car. I was dead tired last night."

He chuckles. "I can see that." He hasn't moved to where I can see him, but his voice is closer. "You didn't seem to realize you'd crawled in bed beside a predator." He's even closer still.

"I didn't." I pretend he has no effect, but goosebumps race across my flesh, outing me. "I'll make sure to be more careful in the future."

His hands land on my hips, and he grips them tightly. I don't move away, enjoying the burn of his touch entirely too much. His breaths are so heavy I can feel them disturbing my hair, and yet he doesn't do more. I'm unsure whether I want him to or not.

"Bella," he murmurs, his voice raw. "Give me your keys, and I'll get your things."

He releases me and steps away. I spin to face him, incredulous. He's fully dressed in jeans and a flannel. A pair of thick boots adorn his feet and a beanie covers his riotous hair. His smirk is knowing, and his long lashes flutter as he blinks innocently.

"They're on the table by the door." I spin around and get back to work, uneasy that I enjoy him baiting me entirely too much.

Breakfast goes off without a hitch, with both of us fully clothed. It turns out Edward is more than a predator. He's funny and smart as well, able to carry on an intelligent conversation without the slightest hesitance.

"How old are you?" he asks.

It's late in the afternoon, and we're sitting on the porch in a pair of rockers, drinking hot cocoa. The sun is sinking toward the horizon, and he dragged me out here to enjoy the sky as it lights up in shades of purple and orange through the trees

"I turned twenty-two in September," I say, sipping the chocolatey goodness. "You?"

He eyes me as if he's calculating whether he should respond. "Twenty-six," he finally says, looking away. "I feel a lot older, though."

That comment makes me curious, but I decide not to dig into it … yet, anyway. "What do you do for a living?"

An abrupt laugh echoes across the snowy expanse. "You don't want to know."

"Are you a trust fund brat?" I say, only half-joking. "Living off the family fortune and flirting your way through life one woman at a time?"

"Oh, Bella," he says, sighing as he looks out over the trees. "I have a feeling you're not going to approve."

"Try me."

"I'm a porn star." His eyes come back to mine, and they're dark and stormy. "At least I was until last week."


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