Chapter 14
Bella looked in the bathroom full-length mirror at the shorts that Rosalie had thrown at her, as she kept switching back and forth between pulling them up and pulling them down.
Honestly, she wasn't sure how to make them look right.
If she pulled them down enough so it didn't look like she was wearing some eighties reject hotpants, then they barely clutched to her mostly non-existent hips. On the other hand, up where they felt right they were painfully short shorts.
Sighing, she finally pulled them back up and headed out of the bathroom, making her way to Rosalie's bedroom.
The sound of Edward's door, painfully squeaky, made her glance at his room before she spun around and ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.