Beta: Frannie
Prereaders: Jill, Pearly, and Ariel
My heart: Full if love for my readers and reviewers.
"Uh, I'm so sorry, miss. Do I know you?"
It's a cheap attempt to derail her because, of course, I know her. I know how her hips sway when she's cooking, I know the face she makes when she's deep in thought, the way her hair looks fresh from the shower, the fact that her dad's old, Forks Police Department shirt is her favorite one to wear to bed, and I know she always wanted a cat, but she's allergic.
The problem is, she doesn't know I know.
"I don't know, do you?" She retorts, arching her brow. They're a little thinner than most women's usually are, but it fits her. "Maybe this will refresh your memory."
And then she does something that makes me laugh out loud. A boisterous, barking laugh that feels foreign to my ears because I hardly ever utter more than a small chuckle.
She grabs the nearest glass of whatever drink she can find, and dumps it all over herself, soaking her shirt.
It's black, so this isn't one of those cliché, 'I-can-suddenly-see-her-nipples' kind of things, but it's still hilarious and hot and catches me off guard in a way that's so rare for people to do, especially when I've been watching them.
"Well?" Bella is annoyed. Jane's annoyed too, but she doesn't say anything.
"Look, I'm really sorry about the other night. It was a complete accident. But I assure you, I don't know you. It was just me being uncharacteristically clumsy."
The fire in her eyes ebbs just a little, making me wonder how someone so sweet can have such a short temper. It's not unjustified, especially since I'm sure I'm suffering the wrath from the dickbag that is Jacob.
"You owe me," Bella states, firmly as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Okay, that's fair. Let me take you on a date to make up for the one I ruined."
What. The fuck. Did I just do?
