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Bella Swan/on to his little game
"I get what you're trying to do, you know."
We're sitting on the deck of the fanciest restaurant I've ever been to.
If it weren't for the heaters, we'd be freezing to death, but it's a comfortable atmosphere.
As it should be considering there aren't any prices on the menu.
I saw Edward slip a shiny black card into our waiter's hand.
Something tells me he's about to spend a lot of money on a couple of steaks and creamed asparagus.
Ew on the latter.
"Enlighten me."
"You're going to cram two more dates in before Friday so you can get laid."
He leans back in his chair, all suave like, and runs his thumb over his bottom lip.
My tongue wants to be that thumb.
Edward shakes his head.
"Nah. I'm doing this so you can get laid. I can't keep you around if you spontaneously combust. I'll just reap the benefits of my hard work." He stresses the word "hard", and if we weren't in a crowded area, we'd be in big trouble.
Mama.