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Edward Cullen/rendered speechless. TWICE
Just a note; Bella's apartment is closer than mine is to her office.
I tuck away this information for future reference and knock on her door that's decorated with a giant wreath made out of ornaments and wait.
Well worth the wait.
Damn, baby.
She's wearing a simple pair of painted-on jeans and a dark gray peacoat, but the girl makes it look good.
Too good.
"Is this warm enough? I run hot so ..."
"Yeah, you do."
She blushes.
"You look great, Bella. I'm sure you'll be fine. Ready to go?"
"Yeah, I just need to find shoes. I was planning on wearing my favorite boots, but they irritate my calf. Give me a second."
She holds the door open, and I finally find a flaw in Bella Swan.
Her living room is filled with shelves upon shelves full of creepy horror dolls.
"The fuck?"
I try to tear my eyes away from the scene before me but I can't.
It's like my worst nightmare all in one room.
"Oh. You met my friends."
This girl cannot be for real.
"I'm kidding, Edward."