Oof, sorry I totally forgot I hadn't posted this morning! Here we go!

All mistakes are on me.


Twenty-Seven: Edward

October 5, 2022

Cambridge, England

"She's a riot."

I look over at Corin, who… yeah, is hot. I didn't quite expect Bella to call that out to her face, but I should have expected as much.

"I think the feeling is mutual," I say, shaking my head with a laugh. Corin grins.

"What does she do?"

I look up at her. We're all headed back to campus for a lecture and Bella has very cryptically gone off to run errands. I don't know what that means exactly, and I'm actually a little anxious to find out. Even knowing her as well as I know her, Bella manages to surprise me pretty consistently. "She's a writer," I say, hoping to leave it at that. Corin nods.

"Oh? What does she write?"

I clear my throat. "Uh," It's probably not right to say porn, even though it's an accurate description. I glance at Corin and she smirks, understanding.

"Erotica?" She guesses. I blush, just a little and nod.

"Yeah," I say, laughing. "She's good at it."

Corin grins and I clear my throat. "She's working right now as an editor for a publishing house in London," I pause. Do I want to share the third and highly unconventional way my wife manages to bring in income? When Corin looks at me, seemingly expecting me to continue, I take a breath. "She also does a lot of TikToks." I don't know how it fucking works, but her damn videos that she's been filming around our lives for the last two years have paid at least a bill or two.

Corin raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? She looked a little familiar to me, if I'm honest."

I look up at her in surprise. "Really?" I can hear my own skepticism and she laughs.

"Yeah. I might have seen a video or two. But now I'll keep an eye out."

I roll my eyes. Awesome. My new colleagues are about to see a side of me that they probably shouldn't. At least, not if I planned on maintaining any professional dignity.

"How long have you two been together?" She asks. I smile, happy to tell her how Bella and I found each other. Corin is easy going, relaxed, and wicked smart. I knew the first time we met that given the opportunity, she and Bella would likely get along well, and I think I might be right about it, if their exchanging numbers today was anything to go by.

We head back to campus, and I'm happy to think that maybe, just maybe, Bella and I are really starting to settle into life here.

"Babe! I'm home!"

I toss my keys on the small table right by the door and hang up my coat, sliding my bag onto the floor.

"Kitchen!" Bella calls. I head in there, and spot Bella standing behind the tiny island, wearing a cardigan over her apron. "How was your lecture?" she asks, pulling items out of a shopping bag. I nod, leaning over the counter to kiss her.

"Great. I think I'm going to try to get together with Dr. Stewart sometime next week to pick his brain."

Bella nods, and I see her pull out a jar of green olives. I frown. "What's this for?" I ask. Bella hates olives, and while I don't mind them, there is literally no reason for us to have a jar of them.

"That's for later," she says cryptically. I frown.

"O-okay," I draw out. "Are you making dinner?" I ask, glancing at her apron. She hums. "What are we having?" I don't see anything out, and I look back at her as she grins at me.

"It's Taco Tuesday."

I perk up. "You're making tacos?" I miss tacos. We haven't had any Mexican food since we left LA. We're too afraid to try places around here.

Bella smirks at me, pulling her cardigan off and letting it fall to the floor. She steps out from behind the counter, and that's when I realize she's naked under her apron.

Oh my God.

I can't help laughing at my crazy, horny wife. "Am I to assume I'm to eat your taco?" I snort. She grins and steps into my arms.

"Yup!"

My hands travel down her back, squeezing her ass. "My favorite."

She threads her hands through my hair. "It better be. No Scottish tacos for you."

I smack her ass and she yelps in surprise. "She was more likely to want to eat your taco," I tell her.

Bella grins. "She was into me, wasn't she." She looks so fucking smug.

My hands slip under her ass, cupping her pussy. She moans, her legs falling open as her hips start grinding against my palm.

"I better be the only one eating this," I tease her. Her fingers fist my shirt as I shift my other hand to come around from the front, my palm pressing into her clit while my fingers teaser her entrance.

"Fuck, yes," she moans. "Now."

I grin. I certainly don't have to be told twice.