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Bella Swan/speed racer
We're in a full-blown make-out session when a light is shined our way.
A throat clears, and I pull away from Edward's amazing mouth with a scowl on my face.
Who the fuck is interrupting this—
Oh.
"If the two of you could follow me without interrupting the rest of our guests that would be greatly appreciated."
I climb to my feet, grab my purse, and follow Edward out to the lobby.
According to his nametag, Embry is the manager.
We are asked to leave the establishment, and we are most certainly not invited back.
Great, now I'm going to have to drive three towns over just to see a movie.
My boyfriend can't stop laughing as we weave through the parking lot.
"Shut up."
"Don't be like that. Just think of it this way: we have officially been on three dates."
Technically, he's right.
I can willingly give in, take him home, and screw his brains out.
But I'm not going to.
Who am I kidding?
I run three red lights and come to a screeching halt in his parking spot.
"Let's do this."