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Fran is my incredible beta. My team of prereaders do so much more than keep this story in track. Jill, Ariel, and Pearly. Beautiful humans, I'm telling you.
Now let's see if Edward can handle our girl, cause... XD"What the fucking fuck?" I scream, yanking my hand back and promptly removing my body from being pressed against hers.
"I could ask the same fucking thing! What happened to you not being a stalker, huh?" She yells, the palms of her hands colliding with my chest.
"I'm not a stalker!"
"Coulda fucking fooled me!"
I'd love to get caught up in her fury, considering she's fucking glorious when she's mad, but fuck me, her teeth must be sharp as fuck because now I'm bleeding.
Isabella notices and grabs my hand, sucking air through her teeth when she sees my injury. Not that you can see much, hand injuries always bleed like a motherfucker.
Does she like the sight of blood? Is she way too used to dealing with it, considering her potential occupation as a fucking serial killer?
"I would say I'm sorry, but you deserve it. You don't sneak up on a girl like that; you're lucky I didn't kick your balls back into your body."
Well, that takes care of my boner. Thanks for that. Fucking ow.
"Come here; we have a first aid kit in the office."
Something in her softens, and I see the Bella she is at home and to her friends. The sweet, kind, selfless girl that will do anything for anyone.
It's easy to forget that even though I may know her so intimately, she knows nothing about me. Why wouldn't she assume I was some crazy stalker that wants to wear her skin?
Said skin burns as she carefully takes me one room over, cradling both of her hands around my injured one as if it's going to shrivel up and turn to ash if she doesn't fix it up right away.
"Have a seat; I'll be right back." It's the first time that particular tone has been directed at me. The familiar one. The sweet one.
It's probably going to be the end of me, but I don't let myself acknowledge that.
