"Last week you mentioned that you were too wary to approach her."
I huff a breath. "I figured haven spoken to her sister, that was enough connection for one day." My fingers rub together.
Her fucking sister.
She never looks my way.
Dumb luck.
"Edward?"
"Yes?"
"We've discussed the rules. We've discussed your techniques. Do you want my honest opinion?"
No, dumbfuck.
"Sure."
He sighs, takes off his glasses, and looks at me. Purses his lips.
"I think you should have more faith in yourself. You're still young. You're attractive."
I smirk.
"Edward," his eyes crinkle, "It's not against the rules. Live a little for goodness sake."
With that, he replaces his glasses, looks down at his pad, and starts to write. Like he's so satisfied with himself
What on Earth could he be writing?
"What on Earth could you be writing?"
He chuckles. "Edward. Go home."