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Bella Swan/cockblocker to herself and others
It's hard to pull away from him but I have to.
The urge to ride this man like a bronco is strong, but just like Edward, I also have plans.
We've got a good thing going so far, and I'm not going to ruin it because I can't keep my libido in check.
I really like him.
He's smart and funny. Kind and generous.
When it comes to kissing Edward he is very generous.
We break apart with a gasp, and he rests his head on my shoulder.
"The things you do to me."
"I could say the same." I try to catch my breath, but I think it's gone.
My lungs burn.
But it's a good burn.
Not like the one in my calf.
"Shit, I think I busted my stitches."
I climb off of Edward's lap ... because somehow I ended up there and pull the edge of the gauze away.
"You okay?" he asks.
I know he's squeamish so I cover everything back up and assure him that I am fine.
Right now I am so fine.