She chokes on her coffee.
"Shit. I'm sorry." I get up and move into her booth, picking up napkins and wiping her face. "Okay, look..." I throw down the napkins.
"You have got to stop doing that."
"Isabella…"
"Jesus, it came out of my nose."
"Isabella." I huff.
She looks up, stuffing a tissue up her nostril. Her forehead brushing my chin. Has she always been this short?
I look her in the eye, steeling myself for what I'm about to say, when I realize she's not looking at me.
She's looking at my lips.
She takes a breath before biting down on her lower lip. I smirk a little.
I'd love to bite that lip. I'd love to bite her anything, really.
I lick my lips.
Her face flushes. Her chest.
I wonder how far down it goes?
"Dr. Masen?"
"Yes." I say, head cocked.
"Can I call you Edward?"
My pants?
Ruined.